Chapter 134: Comrades… (First Update)

South District Branch, cafeteria.

Chen Zhao sat beside Shen He, watching him eat his breakfast. As he watched, he began to feel hungry himself. Regardless of anything else, the way Shen He ate was exactly what any grandmother would dream of in a grandson. It was no wonder the cafeteria ladies all doted on him. Chen Zhao simply stood up, went to the counter to get a bowl of porridge and a small dish of pickles, and joined Shen He for the meal.

Once Shen He finished his breakfast, Mu Pingting’s endless barrage of "whys" left Mu Liyan feeling frustrated and overwhelmed. These were real-world problems, and yet he had no idea what to do about Chi Qinghe.

Nan Shizhen’s heart sank to the bottom of a lake, a weight so heavy he could barely breathe. His hands trembled, but he forced himself to stare at him with eyes that remained eerily calm and devoid of ripples.

Luo Chiheng’s words hit the mark with piercing accuracy. Not only did his movements cease, but even Lin Weiwei’s gaze turned vacant. She found it all so ridiculous; for the sake of someone who had nothing to do with her, how much longer was he planning to carry on with this charade?

Xiao Yan listened with rapt attention, her clear, watery apricot eyes shimmering with deep admiration. She did her utmost to curry favor with the Qianlong Emperor, greatly satisfying his penchant for playing the mentor and his masculine desire to be looked up to and relied upon.

To the side, Wei Rong spoke slowly, "Yes, Jinyue wants to invest and help Huanxiu overcome this crisis, but they require a sixty percent stake."

After taking a bite, Dong Jiajia giggled foolishly at Ning Liang, her face turning crimson once again. In Ning Liang’s eyes, the sight was enough to make his blood boil.

Watching Leng Xiaolin’s solitary figure depart, Ling Luoqi felt a pang of inexplicable heartache. She lowered her eyes, her long lashes casting a shadow. Were there, in the end, some people who could never truly be friends?

Yu Chuchu looked at the sleeping Yu Jiale on the bed with deep affection. Bringing him back this time made her feel constantly uneasy. The only comfort was that Yu Jiale resembled her, not Shen Muqian, which would save her a great deal of trouble.

She glanced back secretly at Yan Yifeng, then looked toward the man wearing a half-mask.

Especially as Xiao Yan drew closer to the Qianlong Emperor, he felt that the young man’s build and scent were strangely familiar, which only intensified the doubts in his heart.

Seeing the opportunity to taste such a peerless delicacy slip away, a look of immediate disappointment flashed across He Weidong’s eyes.

"Brother Zi, you are the leading figure of the younger generation in the Northern Heavens, majestic and imposing; no one in the entire Heavenly Realm dares to challenge you!" Li Tianrui boasted, patting his chest as he showered him with flattery.

Following a brief moment of stillness, the impact of their confrontation reached a level of near-total destruction.

There was no helping it; after all, the person was already dead. I didn't want to be like Li Shen, staying cooped up at home all day. Besides, my family’s situation wasn’t great, and I didn't have the luxury of being a dependent. Thinking about work, marriage, and buying a house, the pressure suddenly felt like it was all crashing down on my shoulders.

Remembering this, Cheng Yaojin began to form some ideas. The elders often said, "Settle down, then build a career!" Since settling down came before building a career, there had to be some truth to it.

I shook my head. Upon careful recollection, the clues I had gathered recently had nothing to do with where Yang Yan’s eyes were. However, I figured that if I could uncover the truth behind Yang Yan’s death, perhaps the location of her eyes would naturally be revealed.

He Yunyun was stunned for a moment, a wave of emotion washing over her as her eyes inadvertently reddened. She could feel that Chu Liuxiang’s sincerity toward her was genuine, yet even as she was moved, a strange sense of loss washed over her.

Li Juexi glanced at her, his expression inscrutable. The next second, he tilted his head back and downed the hot water, pouring it all into his throat.