Chapter 151: Jiang Butong’s Plan

If Sun Qiaoqiao had known the real reason Jiang Budong had asked Zhou Jianliang to pursue her back then, their marriage would most likely have fallen apart.

Zhou Jianliang stared hard at Jiang Budong. He, too, was afraid Jiang might let something slip, because the reason he had approached Sun Qiaoqiao in the first place was so that he could secure his position as the factory’s deputy general manager.

As it turned out, however, fate had other plans, and the two of them unexpectedly fell for each other.

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Meng Luoning, meanwhile, had not said a word the entire time, because she had victory in the bag! Fortunately, she was clever enough to turn on a miniature camera when she took Jiang Lier to the restroom.

A terrifying force of law emanated from the entrance. Clearly, some kind of law power existed here, while faint patterns of the Dao pulsed continuously through the air, exuding an aura of profound mystery.

The moment she awoke, she tried to open her eyes, but she had just undergone surgery, and thick layers of white gauze were wrapped around them. Even if she managed to open her eyes, she would not be able to sense the faintest glimmer of light.

At that time, Shen Zhuo still did not know that Shen Yao’s death was merely the beginning of the Shen family’s descent into ruin.

They claimed that public opinion would decide the matter, but in an ancient age without the internet, the power to shape public opinion lay with Huan Xi, with the court officials, and with the great aristocratic clans. It belonged to everyone except the common people.

The very next second, backlit by the orange halo of the wall lamp, the man suddenly pressed down without warning, radiating a powerful, searing masculine heat. His cool, slender lips gently met hers for the first time.

No wonder she had failed to recognize Ye Xinhui when they met. She had been only seven or eight years old at the time and remembered very little—and so many years had passed since that grudge was formed.

“The coal we mine contains this stuff. At first, everyone thought it was gold. Later, Factory Director Han said it was called fool’s gold. But it isn’t gold, nor is it copper. It only looks pretty,” Cao Li replied blandly.

“Because I know that Brother Zhong has a strong sense of justice and is an upright man.” Shen Zhuo could flatter anyone without the slightest hesitation, yet her eyes were bright and her expression open. Even though Zhong Shaoqing knew she wanted something from him, he was still very pleased to hear it.

Ye Tianchen was utterly dumbfounded. He had never expected that the few things he had casually made up would actually work.

Although the trainees were from the same company as Ying Wushuang and were often bullied themselves, not one of them stepped forward to speak on her behalf.

Still, that furious expression of his was genuinely dangerous. He had a feeling that if he dared make another move, his nephew would definitely find an opportunity to silence him for good.

Gu Yan fell into an eerie silence, because she was secretly pinching his arm to warn him not to say another word.

She might have been mocked for a long time that day, but at least there was someone who liked her—and who had even given her an expensive cosmetics set. That was undoubtedly true love.

Inside the hotel restaurant where Steve and the rest of the cast were staying, Jason sat by the window with a cup of coffee in front of him. Yet he held a phone in his hand, his head lowered as he sent a message.

“Phew. As expected of a golden-grade artifact. A mere wisp of its escaping sword intent possesses such terrifying power. How frightening would it be if it were driven with all its might?” Recalling that dreadful sword intent, Xuanwei felt a lingering chill of fear.

And so, as though challenging the very limits of fatigue, that sleepless night continued until dawn.

At that moment, Chu Qianning came straight over with her phone in hand. Her expression looked somewhat anxious, as if something had happened.

Just as decades later, Zhemu would become famous far and wide, yet whenever people asked who his closest confidante was, he would answer without hesitation: Sakura Kujo. Even though Chitanda had grown jealous of it countless times, whenever Zhemu thought of a confidante, it was always Sakura Kujo who came to mind—not Chitanda, nor Mio.

The moment his voice fell, Yi Yichen sent Wang Youcheng, who was gripping his sword with both hands, flying with one hand. He crashed against a massive boulder.

No one knew which particular remark had displeased Mu Qinghan, but his expression suddenly turned exceedingly grim.