Chapter 157: The Ex-Boyfriend

"Word is that it has already been settled with Su Liangyue. I heard they even had to pull strings just to get the divorce, though I don't know the details and didn't ask."

"Pull strings? Was Su Liangyue clinging on and refusing to divorce, which is why it came to this? Why does something feel off about that?"

Di Yunshen spoke in a low, lingering tone, "Given the Zhang family's current foundation, if Su Liangyue refused to divorce..."

The old man asked this because Zhu Feng was the lady of the Shen family as well as the vice president of Shen's Bank and Financial Group, often too busy with work to return home.

With that said, Li Chen formed an incantation with his hands, and the Dragon-Silk Universe Bag in mid-air immediately billowed with a great wind. Its wide-open mouth turned toward Yan Aotian, and a brilliant radiance began to emanate from within.

Simply by passing through the trials of the secret realm, this ancient deity had dragged him, Chen Yuan, a mere greenhorn, across the threshold into the path of the sword. Looking back, much of what he had comprehended was summarized from actual combat alongside the youthful Eastern Emperor Donghua.

As the preeminent cultivation manual for attaining the Dao through martial arts within the Taiyi Sect, its might had been touted throughout these endless years as invincible in the mortal world.

Two elderly men could be seen, each holding a glass of red wine served by the Liu family servants, whispering to one another in a corner.

The three of them rode camels through the pitch-black night, pressing forward in a relentless rush. By the time the starlight faded and the eastern sky turned a pale fish-belly white, they had already penetrated deep into the heart of the Labyrinth Desert.

Startled into a sitting position, she realized she was actually lying in the arms of a man. This filled Bai Yujie with deep aversion, and just as her annoyance flared, she noticed that the man before her seemed to be Wu Ming. Yet the Wu Ming of the present had become utterly wretched, with snow-white hair and sunken eye sockets, looking just like someone in his seventies or eighties.

"Don't you dare insult my boss." Chunxin spun around, her fists clenched tightly, looking as though she would resort to physical violence if Xu Zuoyan uttered another disparaging word about Gao Lingyun.

"Sister Lan, isn't this just common sense? Movies always play out that way." Mo Mo curled her lips. She was just speaking casually, since the plots of the very first few movies she had watched were all like that anyway.

The village chief was getting on in years, so he didn't need to go. When he returned home, his elderly wife was still shedding tears over the dog's carcass.

Very well, his final sentence persuaded me. Thus, after spending a full three thousand gold coins, we moved into this dilapidated ancient manor. Following an expenditure of one thousand gold coins for long-term repairs, only one thousand of the five thousand gold coins old Jack had brought remained.

Sirong Bang lifted the curtain and walked in, cupping his hands in salute toward Cui Xingjue before handing the registered name list to Chi Ning.

"What's wrong, sighing like that?" Bai Yulan walked over, sat down diagonally across from him, and asked.

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire courtyard instantly erupted in commotion. Some wore expressions of "I knew it," while others were filled with utter disbelief, having innocently assumed it concerned the leaders of the senior residents.

After Ennai resigned from the Enril Company, Abdullah arranged a bedroom for her on the second floor of his home. Consequently, Sunaifen and Arigo were also arranged to live and share a life with Ennai in this very bedroom.

Raising his head to look, he saw that the newcomers were none of all people, the First and Second Directors, along with Liu Guangtian. The moment he laid eyes on them, He Yuzhu knew that these scoundrels were certainly not bringing him any good news.

At that instant, what Li Yi saw was not merely a collision between black and white. More than that, he witnessed the clash of countless different colors.

He was quite familiar with this part of the process, having frequently sewn together chicken and pig skin at home; stitching human skin was actually much the same.

Especially Xu Xin; losing a loyal servant who had followed her devotedly for over a decade felt like carving a piece of flesh from her body. How could it not hurt?

Witnessing the current situation, everyone present felt acutely in their hearts that their attacks had landed upon the ground rather than the defensive barrier of the formation—meaning all their efforts were entirely in vain.