Chapter 37: Every Pitiful Person Has Their Detestable Side

At this moment, she felt nothing but disdain and irritation toward Huo Jiamei. There was not a shred of sympathy to be found.

Lin Hui felt a flicker of pity, but crocodile tears never last long; in an instant, she returned to her state of cold indifference. As Lin Hui held her and offered hollow comfort, Huo Jiamei finally burst into loud sobs, eventually crying until she fainted. Only after Huo Jiamei lost consciousness did the chaos in the Huo household subside.

Village Chief Huo looked on, completely bewildered. Despite Chen Jingdao handing the entire Xincheng Group over to him, the reality was that if Chen ever wished, a single word from him would be enough to make the president pack his bags and get out.

"I suspect that in two days at most, the attitude of domestic netizens will shift," Ning Yan remarked casually.

While Feng Qianqian was contemplating how to deal with the middle-aged man, she heard her guard speak up with a look of deep concern.

Feng Qing was truly worthy of his widespread reputation as the General of the North. Though nearing fifty, he remained lean and sharp. Despite the weathered look on his face from eight years of exposure to the elements, the resolute courage inherent in a seasoned commander gave his rugged features a glow of righteousness and loyalty.

He maintained a friendly attitude toward all key members of the organization, so his relationship with Zhang Yue was quite decent. Watching her cute, coquettish display, Ren Feiyang felt a strong urge to embrace her, but a quick glance at the "jealous ghost" standing a few paces away forced him to restrain himself.

Everyone wore a look of hesitation, clearly stunned by Zhao Shanhe’s strength; no one would dare underestimate him now.

The unrest was not limited to this side; the Xia family was in turmoil as well. Ever since Xu Jing became pregnant, the entire household had been thrown into an uproar. Everyone was focused on the pregnancy, and Xia Yuanshan and Xia Jie were busy scurrying about, attending to all the necessary arrangements.

She could see that the situation was far more complicated than she had imagined. Zeng Meimei had not asked her to step in, likely because she knew she couldn’t resolve these issues on her own.

Because his ribs and left arm were fractured—and though they had been set—he could not engage in strenuous activity. If a struggle or battle were to occur, he would surely be at a disadvantage. Therefore, he had to seize every moment to recover, striving to regain his combat capabilities.

Gongye Qian was a presence unlike any he had ever encountered. In terms of perception, talent, and strength, he was the ultimate opponent, and the only one he could not bring himself to abandon.

Su Xi stopped in his tracks. He did not turn around, but his slightly trembling shoulders betrayed his inner agitation.

Afterward, Zhang Da and the two gunmen sat on the sofa, smoking and watching the spectacle unfold.

They would inevitably occupy significant positions within the party, which was why they refused this role, acting instead as advisors behind the scenes to devise strategies, while the public image remained focused on the Chairman and his associates.

Mother Jia insisted on accompanying her, and Lu Ruxue did not stop her. Throughout the walk, Mother Jia remained hyper-vigilant, scrutinizing every step and gesture, hoping to find fault or error in the slightest detail.

"Summon the Great Venerable! Summon the Great Venerable!" the many gods and demons roared, their fanatical cries echoing like those of the most devout believers.

With a flick of his claw, the paper ignited on its own. Hui Changhong tossed the ashes into the pot, mixing them with paste. A scent emerged, reminiscent of roasted potatoes.

"They have split up," said Flower-Faced Dragon, followed by the remaining four subordinates of King Haomin.

"Benny, keep watch here. I have something to discuss with this gentleman," Kelly instructed the black bodyguard standing by the bar.

While waiting for her husband, two men who appeared to be tourists approached her, enticed by her beauty and figure, and began making advances to ask for her number.

Though Fu Chiyu did not consider himself a good man, facing such an innocent and well-behaved face, he suddenly felt a tiny pang of guilt.

Hearing the concubine address the mistress of the house by her given name, Jiang Yiniang's personal servant hurriedly shooed the other staff out and locked the door before attempting to placate her.