Volume 1, Chapter 42: Expressing Condolences to the Bereaved Families

Li Shuhe moved from the finance department to the procurement office.

Duan Xiadong still stubbornly insisted on letting Duan Xiaoqiu work as an accountant.

As Li Shuhe filled out the forms in her hands, a faint sense of unease lingered in her heart, wondering whether Duan Xiadong suspected her in any way.

"Perhaps there is some treasure hidden here; after all, we are family members who possess the talisman," Su Lingfeng said with a smile, walking toward a certain direction.

Seeing Su Lingfeng acting this way, Xiang'er felt a pang of deep distress. Although she was only a servant, in Xiang'er's heart, Su Lingfeng was like her own younger brother.

Having said this, Jian Moyan stopped, but what remained to be said was already self-evident.

A gentle breeze drifted past, causing Aunt Mingqu's skirt to flutter softly against her father's robe.

The left side of the Divine Gate was the Ghost Gate; although it took the shape of a gate, there was actually no gate at all. The right side of the Divine Gate was the Human Gate, through which pilgrims and ordinary people ascended the mountain to worship at the Golden Summit.

There were several instructors here sent by the Knights of the Silver Hand, all of whom were combat heroes who had led troops in the Second War. With them around, the ones who benefited the most were the noble youths who came to enlist. As long as they were willing to learn, they could acquire things that family tutors could never teach them, whether it was grand strategy or martial arts.

As if completely oblivious to Chu Yunxi's deliberate aloofness, Ye Lingxi leaned in closer to examine Chu Yunxi's eyes. In truth, Ye Lingxi really hadn't noticed that much; after all, from the perspective of a modern person, the distance between her and Chu Yunxi wasn't excessively close—it was just a reasonable distance between two members of the opposite sex who enjoyed a good friendship.

Everyone hurriedly rushed out of the house. Just as they reached the courtyard, they saw the Mercedes-Benz parked steadily at the entrance. Zhang Yinhua helped the old lady out of the vehicle, while Zhang Jinhua stepped out from the front passenger seat. The eyes of both sisters were red, clearly indicating they had been crying.

One hundred catties of the source of life was by no means a small amount; it was enough for Qingyang to recover from his injuries. Originally, it would have taken Qingyang at least ten years to heal, but now he was confident he could recover within half a year.

There were also the crackling sounds of firecrackers. For a behemoth worth several million, one simply had to set off some firecrackers to make some noise.

The dishes on the table were dazzling in their variety, full of color, aroma, and taste, featuring delicacies from both the North and the South, matched to absolute perfection. Many of them were things Yan Qingge and Ling Xiao had never even heard of before.

Xu Jingcheng nodded at her and also greeted Li Moting, "You two talk, I'll go outside and wait for a while." With that, he left.

"Moting, am I beautiful?" She leaned forward against his chest, her eyelashes fluttering against his cheek at close range.

Hearing this, a wave of warmth washed over Lin Baiqian, filling her with an extraordinary trust toward the aunt before her. She figured that perhaps because the woman was Li Moting's aunt by marriage, she didn't probe any deeper.

Hearing her childish tone, Leiming's lips curled upward instead. This sudden change caught Lu Sheng off guard, leaving her in a daze as she stared blankly at that subtle, faint smile.

"You have given far too much for the Chen family, and the family will never forget everything you have done for us today. You have been wronged. On the first and fifteenth of every month, I will remember to burn a little extra paper money for you. Live a good life down below, and don't wrong yourself," Chen Hu said with a chuckle, revealing a fierce and ruthless expression.

Seeing the fierce fire blaze up, Wang Bao immediately pulled out the heavy saber from his back and charged forward with battle cries. At the same time, the covering fire from behind followed closely. Within just a few minutes, Wang Bao had led his men to break through the Japanese defense line and engaged them in close combat.

Gu Ziyue bent down to pick her up, kicked open the bathroom door with one foot, and saw the oval-shaped bathtub filled with milky-white hot spring water steaming with warmth, its surface strewn with so many flower petals that a faint floral fragrance permeated the entire bathroom.