Zhai Yanlin followed his selfish intention and forcefully pushed through the marriage proposal. During this time, he was incredibly proud of himself. He had been thinking, what expression would Cheng Yujin show when she knew that everything was a foregone conclusion? When she finally married into Cai Duke Manor and became his wife, would she lowered her posture and came to beg him?
Simply imagining it excited Zhai Yanlin to no end. Today’s meeting was also specially arranged by him. He wanted to see what Cheng Yujin’s expression would be when she saw him again.
Meng Qi did not finish the arrays quickly. After she finished drawing the modified version of the Hundred Ghosts And Hundred Charms array, she took a break to restore her spiritual aura using a Beiming pill. Then she also took a break every time she finished two of the small arrays.
Ji Wujiong was both exasperated and amused. He almost forgot that Meng Qi’s cultivation base was still in the Foundation Establishment stage.
The egg custard was golden in color and silky in texture, supplemented with finely-chopped seasoning. It was very tasty and soft.
Lu Yaoyao sat on Beautiful Father’s lap, with her back leaning against him. Her tender and chubby little hands were holding Father’s white sleeve tightly, afraid that he would disappear again.
Si Yue was also very satisfied. He didn’t care about this so-called ranking. It was enough for him as long as the streamer would raise the orchid he wanted to watch. Si Yue then casually sent a few gifts with a message: take care of it.
When Fu Yunruo saw another barrage of sea of flowers on the screen, she hurriedly said: “No need to send gifts. You have sent a lot before. Even without these, I will still take good care of the orchids.”
Ji Wujiong laughed out sarcastically and walked back and forth a few steps. “I am willing to stop saying bad things about him. But to make me say that I am inferior to him?” He snorted coldly, “In your dream.”
Meng Qi squatted down again, putting back her focus on the small medicine cauldron, which was boiling now. The spirit stones used to fuel the Lihuo array gradually turned dim, and the flames slowly became smaller.
Cheng Yujin was once again was ascertained by Lin Qingyuan’s magnanimity. This young man had a pure and innocent heart similar to Xu Zhixian, but was more capable and independent. Such a person, if she married him, she would have a very comfortable life in the future.
She lowered her gaze and whispered, “Thank you, Compiler Lin.”
Lu Qingyu took out the space ring, erased the registered aura on it, and swept the inside with his spiritual sense. There was nothing useful—only a bunch of things that were totally useless for the mighty Devil Venerable. Besides a pile of useless spiritual pills, there were also many spiritual stones. Most of which were middle-grade and lower-grade, with a few pieces of highest-grade spiritual stones.
But thinking about it, their belongings were too expensive to use without attracting problems, so these things were about right.
The job that Si Yue took was a role in a TV drama. To pursue the best effect, the crew went to a remote area for the shooting, which was so remote that it didn’t have a good signal. On top of that, the filming schedule was also jam-packed to catch up with Chinese New Year airtime.
As the male lead, Si Yue naturally had the most shots. No matter how good his acting was, there was not much he could do to lighten his schedule. For example, even if he could pass a scene in one take, it didn’t mean that other actors could pass too. Usually, he would have to adjust his acting to help others enter the play.
Meng Qi’s interest was gradually piqued, and she began to listen attentively. Ji Wujiong was extremely knowledgeable. Meng Qi had noticed this even when his remarks were still full of mockery and thorny words. Unexpectedly, once his attitude was changed, he was very pleasant to listen to.
“Then what?” Meng Qi asked again.
Under the bright lights of beautiful lanterns, Cheng Yujin looked dazedly at the man in front of her, wondering whether it was a fate’s will or a man-made encounter.
Lin Qingyuan had actually seen Cheng Yujin from a distance away. Wearing a white cloak, the girl was standing in front of a stall, looking at the lanterns displayed around. Although he only saw her back figure and couldn’t see her face, Lin Qingyuan felt a sense of familiarity and was inexplicably sure that she was Cheng Yujin.