Chapter 114: Lin Xiaoran, Are You Feeling Very Proud of Yourself?

After finishing a meal between teacher and student, Lin Ran said, "Waiter, the bill please."

The waiter replied, "A total of 589 yuan."

Zeng Li said, "I'll pay."

Lin Ran said, "Let me."

Zeng Li insisted, "I'm the teacher, I’ll pay." She quickly scanned to pay.

Lin Ran smiled, "Teacher Zeng, you’re too polite."

Zeng Li smiled back, "It’s only right."

As they stepped out of the restaurant, Lin Ran’s car was parked outside Qintai Road.

Lu Qingfan stayed close by her side without leaving for a moment. At this point, he couldn’t sleep at all; he just stared unblinkingly at Ji Ruoyu lying in the hospital bed, as if only by watching her, witnessing her breath, feeling her warmth, could he ease his own pain.

“I will give you a name,” An Honghan said after some thought, looking at Xi Xizhi’s delicate, elfin appearance.

However, Qin Tian was more cautious and thorough in his considerations. From Ji Yun’s earlier act of releasing that gas shield in the villa, it was clear that Ji Yun did not want the cultivation world to be exposed. If Qin Miaoke refused, would Ji Yun let her go? Rather than risk that, Qin Tian decided to harden his heart and take matters into his own hands.

Counting it out, with just one session a week, this could drag on for more than three months. By then, her belly would be quite large, and if she wanted to go out and play, she probably wouldn’t have the strength or energy.

She was lost in thought for a long moment, feeling a swirl of complex emotions and uncertainty about what to do. Instinctively, she wanted to send someone to summon Zhu Li so they could discuss this matter thoroughly. But just as she was about to say “go fetch,” she hesitated.

Ji Ruoyu had always known that Lu Qingfan was intelligent—a man with a sharp mind. His preemptive strike was brilliantly executed, and upon hearing him, Fan Yunrui’s anger, which had been about to erupt, diminished significantly.

It truly was like a scene out of a movie, making her wonder if she was still dreaming.

By the side, Envoy Ruan covered his mouth to stifle laughter. This High Envoy was indeed foolish—knowing the palace lord was usually gentle, he still fixated obsessively on this bird and stubbornly provoked trouble.

Seated beside the Meng family, Xu Yizhen trembled slightly, then immediately looked up at the Xue family with a face full of panic and tension.

In the eyes of the demonic sect, the eastern region, considered the forbidden area within the forbidden zone, had become a sacred place that countless scholars across the Central Continent yearned for and dreamed about.

Not far away, in a teahouse, a young man smiled as he sipped his wine, his gaze drawn back. He glanced at the companion beside him—his junior of similar age—his eyes filled with ambition, a fierce desire for possession.

But he couldn’t make a sound. Just then, a bowl shattered on the floor, broth splattering across the boards. Unfortunately, it was late into the night; the eunuch steward, having delivered the ginseng soup, was dozing outside the door, nodding off.

The Ghost Sect had descended south for over a decade. She was barely in her youth, having struggled desperately for survival nearly all her conscious life.

Her arm moved mechanically, throwing one blueprint after another into the fire, allowing those precious documents to be consumed by the roaring flames.

Tests of memory like this were trivial for Nan Wu. After all, he had a super AI in his mind, whose memory storage and recall far surpassed even eidetic memory by countless times.

When he looked back, he found Lu Ye already seated there, pouring himself a glass of champagne and eating a roasted chicken leg.

His record was nearly flawless, mostly earning the highest scores in competitions, and the term MVP seemed never to be out of reach.

Meanwhile, Wutong, locked away in the dungeon, was very bored, lying on the bed and listening to the sounds from below.