Chapter 30: I Refuse to Be a Kept Man
Song Yuqi turned to Han Yang and asked, "Why did Gu Shuyao want to divorce you?"
"It wasn't her who wanted to divorce me; it was I who wanted to divorce her."
As soon as these words left his lips, Jiang Ruoxi couldn't help but look at Han Yang. There was no need to wonder—this guy was definitely bragging. Gu Shuyao was wealthy and powerful; how could Han Yang possibly have been the one to divorce her?
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She hurriedly glanced around at the people nearby and, finding that no one else had caught anything, she let out a sigh of relief.
However, even this small amount of information left him feeling shaken. He had never realized there were so many intricate layers to this, which had truly given him a headache, but now he was beginning to grasp some of the nuances.
For various reasons, it is commonly believed that in the quiet of the mountains and forests, surrounded by the natural environment, one naturally feels refreshed and light, as if drifting like an immortal.
"I'll help you keep it a secret. How about we split the profits, two for me and eight for you?" Jerry pulled Chu Yun into a nearby bar as naturally as if he were an old acquaintance.
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Soon after he emerged, Mr. and Mrs. Jin came out as well. Though they were soft-hearted, they were never the sort to lose sight of what was truly important.
The vitality of Jiulipu came from its bustling morning market. Once Li Gang and his companions boarded the carriage, they decided to stop for tea first; the fragrance there seemed to intoxicate half of the town.
Ye Zhixing had long known that the school's shares had been transferred to Lin Lili by her father as a sixteenth birthday present.
She waited as Liang Xiuqi racked his brains, exhausting every excuse, looking at her with expectant eyes.
"Heh, don't worry. These are incomplete; the good stuff is naturally kept elsewhere. How can one expect to understand war without knowing this?" Ye Tan ignored the question and looked toward Lishi in the distance. His expression was quite pleased, as if he had uncovered an even deeper secret.
However, without giving Liu Wenwen a moment to retaliate, Liu Guoyao sent men to summon her husband, Zhang Weiye.
In this day and age, mobile phones were only for those of status, and smartphones were a commodity so rare they were practically unheard of. Even this brick-like flip phone had been acquired only through his greatest efforts.
"Good day, Commander!" Seeing Rong Jingchen and Ye Muxi emerge from the stairwell, Yin Daquan first offered Rong Jingchen a perfectly standard military salute.
Although he didn't have much money and had a whole group of people to support, the cost of a meal... he could still scrape that together.
Yet, his mother had told him that the first time Ye Muxi cooked at their house, she had burned the kitchen down. It had only been half a year; how could she have become so proficient in the culinary arts?
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Turning to the first floor, the view suddenly opened up. Although there were no lights in the lobby, the glow from the streetlamps outside provided enough clarity to see.
If he hadn't dealt with the Chief himself, he might have actually believed this was his true face.
In just two days, the two of them had brought the truth to light, while also securing all the necessary evidence.
He was so smitten at first sight that he couldn't tear his eyes away. Had Brother Zhang not been unwilling, he would have even bought the house they lived in.
The Tibetan Mastiff was pitch black and majestic, its fur shimmering beautifully under the light. It appeared anxious, however, tugging on Alan’s clothes to pull her outside.
At first, she earnestly refused, but later, with so many people approaching her, she simply hid away in the Duke of Mu’s mansion or the Prince Xiaoyao’s residence and stopped going out.
The same logic applied to a one-percent probability, not to mention that Pan An had Chu Xinyue as a lucky charm on his side.
It was unknown whether that Nascent Soul cultivator had made a move, or if even stronger beings had come through from the other side of the gate; there was no need to risk a pursuit.