Chapter 85: The Allure of Male Beauty (Part Two)

Yan Fang strode quickly to stand before her, his eyes wide as he exclaimed, “Mistress Yun, what brings you here?!”

Though Mistress Yun wore a veiled hat, Yan Fang was already quite familiar with her silhouette—he recognized her at a glance.

Yun Shuang lifted the food box in her hand, smiling brightly. “I’ve come to deliver a token of thanks to Commander Jiang. If not for his help in the Luo family case, I would never have received their reward.”

Yan Fang was momentarily stunned. “The Luo family didn’t—”

Only then did Chen Baiqi realize that this canal city was truly a place where one could freeze to death without anyone caring. In winter, the river turned to frost, and cold lingered everywhere.

“Not bad.” Aside from acting spoiled and sly with Lu Xi, Gao Nian Nian was always polite to others, which was why so many liked her. Adults are most fond of obedient, well-behaved children.

An Ze’s eyes were large, with a slight European contour, the eyeliner long, and his pupils jet-black and clear like a spring. Just imagining the redness at the corners of his eyes when he cried made one want to lean in and gently kiss him.

What began as a vague notion, as he narrated, took shape like flesh growing upon bones, becoming more substantial: when to strike, when to retreat, when to support, when to launch the attack—each detail became more complete.

“He’s made a great achievement this time,” Gao Yuanliang said calmly. He had forced Wei to cede territory and pay compensation, ensuring they would not dare invade for at least five years, and had swept away all domestic opposition. Proud as Gao Yuanliang was, he had to admit his younger brother was a rare military genius.

Lu Xi’s eyes were lowered as she poured tea for Gao Yan, filling the cup to exactly eighty percent, not a drop spilled. Once finished, she let out a breath, delighted. “I didn’t spill any this time.” She seemed so focused on her task that she hadn’t heard what Gao Yan was saying.

Sima Jinghong frowned; the first half of her words inexplicably irritated him, yet the second half lifted his spirits.

Those with talent for cultivation do not necessarily possess such intuition. Those lacking talent might still have this gift.

Or perhaps, the manner of his disappearance and the troubles he later brought compelled them to forget Liang Xin entirely.

Some of the younger ones who couldn't hide their emotions glanced at them with thinly veiled resentment.

With that pressure, everything in the cardboard box spilled out—a stack of manuscript papers slipped from old magazines and landed at Lu Can’s feet.

At this moment, Jacqueline arrived in the living room with a servant, carrying the polished wine set. Professor Noco took the bottle of Merlot from Aubian Winery and signaled that it was time to taste.

I drew a deep breath to steady my shock. The room before me was empty except for old, broken furniture and dust, and the villager who had been there was nowhere to be found.

Wang Yutian and his companion, seeing Zhang Mingyu silent, felt secretly pleased, believing he was intimidated.

“How is Jin Baiyi’s soul transfer so powerful?” Gao Mingyi couldn’t help but suspect Jin Baiyi had been holding back his strength and was now unleashing it fully.

“Please help me with the $400 plan. When will I be able to get online after it's done?” Han Xuan heard his father muttering to himself, rolled his eyes upward, clearly expressing his disdain for this country bumpkin from the western village.

Zhao Mu was stunned. His master’s words differed from Elder Lu’s, yet conveyed the same meaning.

St. Pous chimed in, “Actually, I think it’s the same thing.” As he spoke, he patted Lingli’s head.

“But I really am so scared!” Li Jianan grabbed Zhang Mingyu’s hand tightly, as if that made her feel much safer.

“Taigu Trading Company?” Zheng Guangrong heard this news for the first time, and his voice rose unconsciously, instantly drawing everyone’s gaze.

He asked again, then confirmed, because he felt that at Lu Cheng’s age, it was natural to have some knowledge from working, but to grasp the intricacies of the technique so well seemed beyond what was expected for someone so young.