Chapter 56 Selling the Bicycle

Lin Qin looked toward Chen Wenjun.

Chen Wenjun agreed without a second thought, "We'll fix it in a couple of days."

Though the breach was not particularly large, sealing it properly would still take a few days of work. It wouldn't be too late to start once the senior mason arrived and they could hear his professional opinion.

After boarding the boat, Chen Wenjun used his bamboo pole to ferry them across the Nanxi River toward the county town.

As soon as the boat docked, they were right at the pier.

Father Lin Qingxiang and his son had never been here before and were completely clueless about their surroundings.

"What's wrong with Brother Qiang? He doesn't look very happy," remarked one of the tall, thin men with a ruffian-like demeanor.

Therefore, when Yu Chaohai heard the rumors midway that he had betrayed the Clear Water Sect and joined the demon race, he originally wanted to return to the sect to demand an explanation from Sun Daoren.

Several sharp-eyed disciples immediately recognized Yu Chaohai and began to taunt and mock him right to his face.

It felt akin to tiny mayflies looking up at the vast universe, or frogs sitting at the bottom of a well gazing beyond the nine heavens; their horizons and perspectives were instantly elevated by countless folds.

The two of them shared a deep sense of mutual understanding and felt as though they had met too late, quickly becoming fast friends.

At this moment, Qin Zhao relied on the binding power of his domain. After exhausting all the remaining power of all living beings within it, he managed to suppress and imprison the two strands of spiritual fire burning inside Qin Xuan.

"Feier's stubborn temperament takes after yours—both of you are naturally proud. If she really sets her mind on it and elopes with Second Young Master Li behind your back, do you think you could drag her back?" Yang Jinfeng worriedly asked.

"Mom... What, what should I do? Will Zeng Guoqiang still force me to bear his children? No, I don't want to live with him. I can't stand even a single day. He has been with men... Ugh!" Just the thought of it made Yao Xia retch.

Such incidents had happened before. In order to avoid making things too awkward for themselves and out of fear of being singled out by Lu Qingshuai, everyone had repeatedly chosen to endure in silence.

Old Master Hong usually wouldn't bother arguing with an old woman like her, but as her words grew increasingly unpalatable, he slammed his chopsticks heavily onto the table.

However, Madam Lin did not understand me at all, nor did she know how completely oblivious I was to such gossip.

She looked up at Bai Xiao, who still seemed trapped in his dramatic persona. She waved her hand back and forth in front of his eyes, only for her hand to be suddenly seized. In the next second, she was pulled straight into his embrace.

Muttering self-deprecatingly to myself, I wandered aimlessly around the room like a headless fly. Finally, unable to bear the feeling of my head about to explode, I recklessly splashed some cold water on my face and ran out like a madman.

Ming Yueer cradled the child in her arms as she walked toward the main hall, thinking to herself that as the child grew older, time would eventually wash away everything and help her forget many things.

That gaze, filled with smiles, remained as calm as still water without the slightest ripple, carrying an icy chill that sent shivers down one's spine.

Ling Canghui, walking just ahead of me, unostentatiously shielded me behind him. Had he not given my hand a tug from beneath his wide sleeves, I wouldn't even have sensed his emotional shift.

"I told you before, unless it is absolutely necessary, do not call me," came a cold, harsh male voice from the other end of the line.

Just as all of them leaped over the city wall, preparing to scatter in groups and head toward various parts of the Luo family estate to initiate a bloody massacre.

When Ning Shixiu returned to the Quiet Garden late that night at ten o'clock, he suddenly halted his steps as he walked into the main building. Raising his gaze toward the guest room on the second floor, he caught sight of a figure slowly fading away from the balcony. He stood in silence for a moment before slowly withdrawing his gaze.

Plagued by a headache that day, she simply wore her everyday unlined blue-satin jacket with intertwined floral patterns, her hair styled into a drifting-cloud fragrant bun.

Yet, bizarrely enough, even though this convoy was heading toward the commandery city, Uncle Ding had told him to part ways at Willow Woods Town and make his way to the commandery city on his own.

Mother Zhou's expression grew complex as she looked at me. Although she still made no effort to hide her dislike, it was clear from her demeanor that neither Zhou Yu nor Zhou Liang had informed her about my pregnancy. Thus, seeing me suddenly walk into the hospital ward with a heavily pregnant belly caught her completely off guard.