Volume One, Chapter 47: Fu Yanzhou Learns of Lin Zhiwan’s Miscarriage

Feeling that piercing chill, Fu Yanzhou frowned, somewhat regretting his words just now.
He was about to speak up, asking Lin Zhiwan to stay and offering to send her back first, but by that time Lin Zhiwan had already gotten out of the car.
Snow had started to fall outside at some unknown point.
Lin Zhiwan pulled her coat tighter around herself and walked straight ahead without looking back.
Seeing her stubborn temperament, Fu Yanzhou felt a wave of inexplicable anger.

Mo Ruzhi was furious beyond measure, her complexion alternating between pale and ashen. Raising her eyes to look at the radiant radiant-flue heating system standing prominently in the middle of the room, she found it increasingly irritating. Waves of warmth radiating from the flues, which would normally have been extremely comfortable, now caused sweat to seep from Mo Ruzhi's back, stoking her inner irritation even further.

"Honey, why is the space in my luggage bag only enough for just this little bit of clothing?" I asked Tang Xi with a troubled expression, looking at the pile of clothes spread across the bed.

A fierce tempest raged within Liu Bang's heart. As he looked at Xiao He, he drummed his fingers nervously in thought: Prime Minister, your humble sovereign is granting this entirely out of respect for you. If your judgment is flawed and something goes wrong, you will be the one taking the blame; it will have nothing whatsoever to do with old Liu the Third.

At 19:45, the opening whistle blew, and the second leg of the UEFA Champions League quarter-finals, with Real Madrid playing at home against Arsenal, officially began.

Although Wei Zifu was modest in nature, she distinctly felt that people were making things difficult for her at every turn. As time passed, Wei Zifu reminisced about her days in the Pingyang Estate. There, she could sing to her heart's content, serve the clever and beautiful Princess Pingyang, and see her numerous brothers and sisters, living a bustling yet simple life.

Afterward, he strung them together using dragon-beard grass and finally returned to the camp. As for the honey badger, it was unknown where it had run off to—perhaps it had gone home.

Now, goodness knows who was returning to me once again in tears. Whether he was suffering from heartbreak had nothing to do with me; could he possibly be seeking me out just to scam me out of a cup of coffee? Since when had he become so petty and calculating, plotting against others even over a cup of coffee?

Perhaps Lan Xing'er was a bit tired after being tossed about all day, as she nestled in Jun Mochen's arms, staring motionlessly at his chin in a daze: Well, being liked by such a tall, rich, and handsome man was truly Lan Xing'er's good fortune; she would simply accept whatever came her way and make the best of it.

Aizen had completely forgotten about this incident. After all, the number of souls he had reaped back then was simply too vast; how could he possibly remember any single one of them? Because Matsumoto Rangiku was far too young at the time, and perhaps that missing fragment of her soul had also impaired her memory, she had no recollection of him whatsoever even when she saw Aizen years later in the Seireitei.

Hearing Su Wange say this, Yan Mumu recalled how she had previously kicked him into the fountain and even thrown stones at him. Not only did he bear no grudge, but he had instead turned around to help her.

By this time, he had already flown above the clouds and mists where the astral beasts previously entrenched themselves, and noticed that the spatial passage leading to another world was slowly closing, with an aura of a mighty expert faintly emanating from within.

Therefore, faced with such a situation, Meng Qi had no intention of going out and instead remained quietly at home cultivating! Moreover, Meng Qi had gained numerous insights from his battle with Ye Qian, which he needed to digest one by one at this moment.

The young man caught sight of Sister Hong in her professional attire, his gaze sweeping over her full legs encased in sheer silk stockings, and a sudden flash appeared in his eyes.

Along the way, Wu Qing continued to chatter endlessly about what had just happened, yet he did not blame Sun Xi at all; on the contrary, he offered him continuous praise.

"Name!" Officer Liao asked directly, sticking to the old routine. This was standard procedure; it had to be asked everywhere.

Of course, this was merely Meng Qi's speculation, and the true reason was unknown to him, yet he firmly believed in his deduction! This was the rationale he derived from the meridian points of his former world. For now, this was the only way he could explain it.

Eliza closed her beautiful eyes in pain, clearly having no intention of answering Avril. It was only after Avril was dragged out through the doorway that she opened her eyes, fixing a piercing gaze directly upon Xiao Qiang.