Chapter 22: He Gifts Her an Apartment

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Ning Lu returned to her bedroom, stripped off her clothes, and stared at herself in the mirror, letting out a heavy sigh. Her body was covered in bruises and red marks of various sizes; having been subjected to such rough treatment, she looked utterly disheveled. Her cell phone buzzed; she glanced at the caller ID, a strange flicker crossing her eyes. Ning Lu turned on the faucet, swiped to answer, and whispered a quiet hello.
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After washing her face, Chu Fan climbed into bed, exhausted. She hadn't realized that recording could be such taxing work. The moment she closed her eyes, she drifted off to sleep.
Song Daochun’s face was etched with gloom and arrogance. "These young people think they can challenge me? They’re still not quite there yet. I’ve already taken down the previous four mayors; these greenhorns haven't even shed their baby fat."
Strange... why did she suddenly care so much about Ling Ran’s opinion of her? Could this... could this be love?
"I’ve taught you the method, but for now, I want to handle the work myself. Once our territory expands, you can find others to do it if you wish."
There is always a type of person in this world who, despite lacking a powerful family background, remains terrifying. They don’t try to compete with you in terms of heritage, influence, or wealth.
A moment later, Maria finally pulled away from Eugen, their fervent kiss leaving them both breathless.

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Take Cheng Xie, for instance; if he weren’t Yi Lianlian’s brother, he wouldn’t bother giving him the time of day.
"Everyone, the situation has exceeded our expectations." Long Tianjian swept his gaze across the room, his brows furrowed deeply, before glancing at the young man beside him.
The passengers on the bus, whether they had witnessed the incident or not, were all voicing their opinions, one after another, creating a lively commotion.
It was as if she had been brought to this strange world merely to experience a sense of camaraderie she had never known before.
Song Huaying grabbed Chen An and pulled him toward the room; unable to express her current feelings of gratitude and love through words, she decided to show them through action.
She paused for a moment before stooping to pick up the petals, the image of the figure with long, silver-white hair appearing in her heart before she even realized it.
Even though Ji Zhengqi was only operating at an E-rank level, he was still far beyond Zhang Zimo. Whether in combat techniques or experience in life-or-death struggles, Ji Zhengqi possessed a level of expertise that a novice like Zhang Zimo could never match.
Young Chen Yuejian saw her three mothers nestled in their father’s arms and couldn't help but run over, begging for a hug as well.
Steward Gao no longer showed the enthusiasm of the previous month; he took the spirit stones offered to him, dropped that single remark, and turned to walk away.
Thinking back to how passionately she had waved her arms in the Hall of Punishment earlier, Wen Sheng wanted to find a block of frozen tofu and bash her brains out.
The official was dressed in a bright red robe and a black gauze cap; he had a scholarly appearance and an imposing air, clearly a Fourth-Rank Confucian cultivator.

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Chen An considered it for a moment before removing the lightning-struck wood shackles from Jiu Ji and replacing them with a pair of lighter seastone cuffs.
Zhao Yao felt no surprise upon hearing this. He lowered his voice and said to Lai Qian, "Don’t they do this all the time?" For the past few years, the suggestion of making the Second Prince the Crown Prince had been brought up so often it had become commonplace.
Lin Feng had every reason to believe that if this were their own home, Fu Weiwei’s parents would definitely be embracing each other and weeping.
"There really is a problem!" Li Huan discovered a timed bomb beneath the carriage frame; if they opened the door, it would detonate, instantly killing all three of them.
The soldier-bug, though cleaved in half, refused to give up; its two sharp, short limbs still tried to strike at him. With a side-step and a forward lunge, the sword light pierced through the main nerve center of the bug’s head, exiting from the back as dark green insect blood gushed out.
Even within the bones of his soul-form, certain rules began to condense, causing his skeleton to grow harder.
But at the thought of being able to entwine himself with Princess Tianchi before long, his body, which felt as if it were about to burst, finally relaxed a little, and a flicker of anticipation stirred in his heart.