Chapter 46: He Still Loves

With the backing of the Zhaoyang Group, Huaxia Gaming Company would undoubtedly turn a profit, and with the massive shareholding Miss Ning Chu held, wouldn't she be an absolute winner?

She had initially heard that the Zhaoyang Group intended to acquire the entire company, but now they were only acquiring a portion—just enough to secure controlling stakes. If this wasn't love, what was?

Ning Chu reviewed the contract and handed it over to Zhang Yan. After reviewing it and confirming there were no issues, Ning Chu signed it.

"You must be hungry. Shall I have them serve the food?"

Tang Fan's scheme was executed to absolute perfection. Even setting aside the various pieces of evidence, theoretically speaking, the possibility of He Zhongjian committing murder to silence his victims definitely existed.

After another dozen minutes or so, the portrait was finally completed, leaving Lu Jiuzhou utterly dumbfounded.

If the initially established "Cultivator United Army" was merely formed by Penglai's cultivators in the face of imminent life-or-death crises...

Among the Three Preceptors of the Crown Prince, the Grand Preceptor and the Junior Preceptor were responsible for teaching the crown prince the principles of the monarch-subject and father-son relationships; the Grand Tutor and the Junior Tutor were responsible for imparting knowledge; while the Grand Guardian and the Junior Guardian were tasked with guiding his moral self-cultivation.

She had originally planned to deactivate her Weibo account to soften Gu Qizhe's heart, but instead, he immediately went public with that bitch.

Yu Chengfeng and the others exchanged glances. As if Table Xiaoding were their superior at that moment, they instantly acknowledged the order, nodded, and walked out.

Although he knew such a thing was impossible—after all, the owner of that divine sense earlier wasn't blind and couldn't possibly have failed to notice his abnormality—

In other words, who the Rockets could select with the fourth overall pick would depend entirely on the whims of Billy Knight and the Hawks' management.

This person was as relentless in pestering her as ever, just like in her past life, coming to the prison every day to ask her those repetitive questions purely to pick a fight.

Having no family here, and with Sang Tian being the kindest to him, the villagers could only bring him to Sang Tian's home.

While Zheng Rui hadn't mentioned money, they couldn't act as if the matter didn't exist; they had to know how to conduct themselves properly. Otherwise, how could they interact with each other in the future?

For a time, the only people left in the dormitory were Tao Yaoyao, Miguo, and Lin Qing, who entered carrying a sketchpad.

"Even if you refuse to admit it, the same blood flows through our veins. I know I've done many things to wrong you in the past—it was just a momentary lapse in judgment, and I was blinded by the entertainment industry. I've already paid the price; surely I deserve a chance to turn over a new leaf?" Lou Manman said.

Qing Xi nodded upon hearing this. If that was the case, she could ask about it the next time she entered the palace.

"It's fine, just a few anti-allergy shots and I'll be right as rain." Lou Xiaoxiao forced a smile and looked at Fu Xi.

"Wantong!" Upon hearing these words, the Marquess's wife felt her heart skip a beat; such words must not be overheard by outsiders.

The Water Moon Palace had been established decades ago by the first-generation Palace Master Lingyue. Afterward, she took in Ling'er as a disciple, but before Ling'er turned sixteen, Lingyue set out on a distant journey and never returned to Immortal Spirit Island.

With other vehicles making way, the Toyota pickup spun its wheels, broke free from the congested traffic, and veered into the opposing lane.

The Western Wasteland was not like the Southern Wasteland. According to Gong Xuehua, as long as the conditions offered were attractive enough, once the recruitment notices were sent out, throngs of people would rush to apply.

She hated Jiang Ji—hated her so intensely that she wanted to tear her flesh and drink her blood. This was not merely due to the humiliation suffered in the Spirit Martial Realm, but also because, after exiting the realm, he had suffered an overwhelming backlash and endured untold agony before managing to rebuild his cultivation.

"This hardly seems to fall under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Punishments." Chu Zenai cast a displeased look at Chang Liaoshan, the Minister of Punishments.

"You child, what kind of cooking can you do? What if you hurt yourself?" Yun Jinping heaved a deep sigh.

"Ahem... What illness could I have? It's probably just the weather turning cooler and catching a cold. It's nothing, I'll take some medicine later and feel better." Old Master Mu coughed into his clenched fist.

Hearing Chu Minghua's words, those striking eyes shifted slightly. Beneath the calm surface, a chill swept across her gaze.