Chapter Sixty-Three: You Can Join Us Too

"Count me in too," Qin Zhaoqing said with a beaming smile. "Since I'm with your older brother, it's only right that I, as his girlfriend, treat his younger sister to a meal."

Xiao Jin could clearly sense her excitement. "You're this happy?"

"Of course," she laughed. "It feels like the blade Luo Ning had been hanging over my neck has finally been lowered. I don't have to worry anymore, hahahahaha."

Xiao Li chuckled. "You're both welcome to come."

"Aigoo, little sister, you're so sweet, unlike Luo Ning—"

"Sigh, forget it! Let's head back. Don't contact Brother Guo for anything lately unless necessary; he has it much harder than any of us!" After casting one last look at the affectionate couple, I waved to Wild Dog and Poison, got into my car, and drove away.

By now, the plump proprietor no longer harbored the slightest doubt about the identities of these two. In Eastern Wu, while there might be people daring enough to impersonate members of the Lu family, absolutely no one would dare impersonate the Chen family. The plump proprietor immediately bowed deeply to the two of them, respectfully seeing them off.

Wu Mingde had always been fond of Wang Yuanping; though he offered criticism, he never went overboard. He had witnessed Liu Heping's tactic of reprimanding first and praising later far too many times, so he naturally adopted it himself, wielding it with consummate skill.

When he first heard the news of his own death, he had been stunned for a long time. He had worried whether they would grieve excessively, yet his family members had all appeared remarkably strong. When it seemed that his death had made no real impact, a sense of relief was accompanied by a profound wave of disillusionment, making him feel as though his existence had been entirely inconsequential.

"You son of a bitch, and here I was burning joss paper for you on the first and fifteenth of every month! On the night of your returning soul, you couldn't even bother to give me a heads-up!" Wang Zhuo's voice trembled slightly with a joking remark, but the corners of his eyes were already wet.

"Do you really think our Triumphant Dynasty is a pushover? Six or seven unfamiliar faces appearing simultaneously in the gym where I routinely work out—are the staff there blind? To deal with you, I don't need any tricks!" Ling Yuan curled his lips at me in utter contempt.

Seeing his incomprehension, Wang Yuanping explained as they walked: "Advertising simply means broadcasting to the public. To put it bluntly, it's about utilizing every available means to let everyone know what you're selling. Once everyone knows, you won't have to worry about sales anymore. Didn't you buy your Yanwu radio because you saw it on television? That's what we call the advertising effect."

Besides, wasn't she his subordinate? Wasn't this house his? If he was the master, where else would he go?

Wu Mingde offered a sincere self-criticism to Liu Heping for quite a while, and his attitude brought a trace of relief to Liu Heping.

Everyone in the room was startled. Tiger also paused in his tracks, turning his head to look at Mu Yanzhao in hesitation.

"I... Fine, if you insist on doing it this way." Caris had originally intended to refuse, but upon second thought, keeping him around like this might not be a bad idea—perhaps she would find a use for him later on.

From then on, whenever he had leave, Ye Feng would rush to South China Sea City for no other reason than to be with Sanniang. In his heart, Sanniang was far more than just the eternal older sister from his memories; she held a special, inexpressible affection for him.

Qin Yangying was clad in a white bathrobe, water droplets falling from her hair. Holding a towel in her hand, she dried it as she walked.

A voice that sounded slightly familiar to Xiao Yan came from behind. Beneath his bamboo hat, Lin Dong's eyebrows twitched slightly as he looked back to see Yin Ping of the Yin-Miao Gate walking over with a smile.

The flames clinging to the giant-spiked bear's head exploded a second time. A wave of heat rushed forward, sending sparks flying in all directions. At the same time, the giant-spiked bear was left somewhat dazed by the blast, its footsteps slowing down perceptibly as it seemed on the verge of stopping. However, it was clear that Caris had no intention of giving it a chance to catch its breath.

Whether Wang Tianbao and his men were mere bandits lacking awareness or simply because they were completely absorbed in figuring out how to dispose of Liu Dongyang, Yang Shuai and the others gradually closed in until they formed a tight circle, completely unnoticed by Wang Tianbao's group.