Chapter 107: What Jade-like Feet?

“Congratulations to the newlyweds. I’m Ye Fanzhi. Wishing you a lifetime of happiness,” Ye Fanzhi offered her blessings.

Chen Yiming smiled warmly. “Same to you. You and Lin Ran really are a perfect match—she’s beautiful, and he’s handsome.”

Ye Fanzhi chuckled, pleased to hear such compliments. “Let me help with wrapping the wedding candies.”

“No need, no need. You’re our guest. Please, just sit and rest,” Xu Bing insisted politely.

“It’s no trouble. I’ll help wrap the candies and maybe catch some good luck along the way,” Ye Fanzhi said with a smile.

He had resolved to jump straight from the rooftop, but glancing down, he saw the market was already open, with several passersby on the street. After some thought, he reluctantly took the stairs down.

This was different from what Meng Qimo had initially speculated and quite unlike the mindset of those without official backing in the underworld. Usually, hearing such a title would mean the heir apparent was privately designated.

His phone and other belongings were placed inside a black bag, which seemed untouched and remained exactly where it had been left.

The person destined for fate carried a great deal of “negative emotions.” The moment the spirit seed entered their consciousness, these emotions grew wildly like untamed weeds.

The boy, turning his head away, still caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye. Concealed beneath his elbow was another hand quickly snatching the bag of potato chips.

She had ridden the Ferris wheel before; the feeling now was much the same. Yet the man pressed closely against her had already opened the car door. A rush of cold air swept in, hitting her face, and the man who opened the door abruptly vanished from her sight.

On the other side, the magnetic king withdrew a syringe from his waist, filled with a pale yellow liquid. This was Z6’s specially developed antidote designed to block various toxins—it was not a true serum.

As the sky suddenly shifted, everyone below and even passengers on descending flights were left staring in stunned silence.

“All right, it’s okay. Don’t worry—I can protect myself. If worst comes to worst… after I reincarnate, you can gather the divine essence again and awaken me,” Xingchen said, releasing Hu Ao’s arm with a playful scold.

Thankfully, after his transformation into Zhong Kui the previous night, divine power had cleansed his body, completely healing the wounds Ma Xiaofeng had inflicted. Otherwise, with only him and Chen Yuan last night, the latter would never have been able to clear his name, no matter what.

She had thought Meng Xiuqin would handle matters thoroughly, but instead, photos of the two leaving the civil affairs office were taken and posted online.

“Plastic tarp,” Huang Qiangmin muttered, glancing down with a sense of unease, then whispered to Jiang Yuan.

Ascending the inverted mountain was straightforward—just follow the rapid current upstream. But descending meant going against the flow, which was extremely difficult unless one possessed extraordinary ability. Fortunately, Li Hao’s power was at hand; otherwise, just the two of them trying to reach the East Sea would have left their boat in ruins.

Once the drug trafficking gang was approached, their ability to destroy evidence was insufficient. At least against someone like Jiang Yuan from the Criminal Investigation Unit, they had no chance.

His occasional displays of emotion and subtle traces in his daily life seemed affectionate, yet he appeared utterly ungrieved just two days after Lin Jiwei’s death.

“I’ve examined the footprints in this case and believe the perpetrator’s height is quite distinctive. My judgment is that the culprit stands around 193 centimeters—an exceptionally conspicuous height.” This was why Jiang Yuan had selected this case.

After returning from the Meng family’s Spring Festival celebration, Song Yinian never inquired about the child, assuming Meng Xiuqin would bring it up. But he stayed home for three or four days without a single mention.

It was normal for young people to experience extreme ups and downs, swinging from one extreme to another when facing setbacks. Sun Xiang in his past life, Tang Hao in this one—both were no exceptions.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll run away?” Enel asked, rubbing his wrist after Li Hao released his grasp.