Volume 1, Chapter 41: The Fallen Peach Tree

As dawn was just breaking, Madam Chen was startled awake by a tremendous crash. After inquiring with the servants, she learned that the peach tree in Jiang Ruoqi’s courtyard had withered and died, and the early morning gale had finally toppled it.

"First Madam, rest assured, no one was hurt. Since it is now spring, we can simply plant a new one for the young master."

Madam Chen nodded mutely, then, recalling something, she sent Xuezhi to the ancestral hall with a message.

Facing Gu Sheng’s blazing fury, Gu Mochen remained completely unruffled, dogging her footsteps every step of the way.

Lu Yuansheng said nothing. Watching the interaction between the two before him, he suddenly realized that he could not wedge himself in. The bond between them was airtight; even if love had been forgotten, hatred remained to entwine them—something he did not possess. He finally understood that in this lifetime, he would never truly share his days with the one held in his heart.

Aodeng pulled Feng Ju over in bewilderment, his large palm forcing her face up. At that single glance, his complexion instantly turned ashen. He shoved her away at once, fleeing as if he had seen a ghost, while frantically rubbing his hands against his clothes.

Lu Xiang was a university professor, and Old Madam Zhao was a renowned philanthropist, which meant she was constantly invited to give speeches at various universities.

Having all along remained hidden in the shadows to provide protection, he naturally spotted that pair of eyes observing intently from the darkness.

"Whether you get dragged into this depends entirely on how forthcoming you are..." Bo Xutao said indifferently. Unable to resist his craving, he turned his head and lit a cigarette.

Before coming, Hong Jingyun had promised her mother that as long as her mother followed her instructions this time, refrained from meddling excessively or getting involved in superfluous matters, and apologized when told to apologize, Hong Jingyun guaranteed she would secure a future safeguard for her mother from Lu Jinnan.

Murong Zhuo inhaled the aroma of the mellow wine in his cup, his blue eyes gazing indifferently at the crimson-robed dancing girls, a trace of derision involuntarily rising in his heart.

This was a subtle hint that he was the fool, and as for matters of political marriage, Feng Ju would never consent.

As for the path she was to walk hereafter, she was not particularly fond of money; she merely wanted to see the Ye Corporation flourish.

——Though I may not be a match for Lu Jiazi, I will still make him taste some hardship. Hu Xiangdi and the old Alliance Leader Zhao met their doom at his hands, eight times out of ten. Lacking the martial prowess to avenge them, I am nevertheless willing to fight him to the death.

Regardless of how one looked at it, the descriptions in the story were far too exaggerated, yet he did not bother to refute such tales.

Abruptly, another figure intruded into his vision. Unlike Ran'er, this one always stubbornly glared with her eyes whenever she caused trouble. Those clear, star-bright eyes left him defenseless, robbing him of the ability to utter a single word of reprimand. Powerless, he closed his eyes, gently masking the helpless resignation in his phoenix-like gaze.

It was not until some time ago, by sheer coincidence, that he discovered Chen Li's true identity.

Many people, even if they have never tasted genuine Wagyu beef, are well aware that Japanese Wagyu represents the absolute pinnacle of beef.

"Brother-in-law, since they have shown remorse, we shouldn't push things to extremes," said Sheluo Honglian.

When the conversation turned to the development of Shennong Beer, Lucas appeared somewhat awkward, as this withdrawal was undeniably lacking in integrity.

Sometimes when the barbecue restaurant was overwhelmed with work, Chen Li would even roll up his sleeves and do the cooking himself, ensuring self-sufficiency.

A Shui felt genuine admiration. Though naturally clever, he was incapable of comprehending profound arts such as military strategy and array formations. Ever since stepping into the pugilistic world, he had harbored boundless reverence for those versed in such crafts, and at this moment, he admired Jiang Fengyu to the point of complete prostration.

Atop the fierce beast, over a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators had already stood ready in strict formation, led by none other than Yin Tianxing, clad in a robe of deepest black.

Since Qin Zheng was so eager to transition the Great Zhou Empire from the light into the shadows, she was naturally more than willing to act upon it immediately.

When Liu Shanqing remarked that Shi Ran was physically weak, she was not speaking idly. From Shi Ran's complexion to the rhythm of his breathing while walking, she could easily discern that his vitality was somewhat depleted.

Newlywed and full of joy, his expression was indeed exceptionally good. It seemed that his feelings had caused only a minor, negligible disturbance to Yan Chen; the moment he married his elder sister, he had likely forgotten her entirely, and everything else in his life must be proceeding smoothly, just as his heart desired, right?