Chapter 53: The Cannon Fodder Fiancée (53)

"If you ask me, I have only myself to blame for ending up like this, but isn't it all your good daughter's fault?"
"Is she even human? You are her biological father, yet she actually reported both of us just for a dead person!"
"Does she have any conscience toward the devotion you and I poured into her?"
Listening to Li Qian's tearful accusations, Yun Zhongshan remained silent for a long time before turning to the police officer.
"Officer, I want to see my daughter. I want to speak with her."
"Granted."

Yue Mei did not let Xiao Yi's men drive him all the way home; he got out halfway, tapping the driver's shoulder before stepping down, leaving no possibility unexplored.
All the expenses for these items were covered by Yuan Jiaqing. Although Tian Cheng had explicitly stated at the very beginning of their cooperation that Yuan did not need to spend a single penny and only needed to contribute his labor, how could he possibly feel at ease with that?
Falling heavily to the ground, Su Musheng felt as though his entire body was aching apart. The white T-shirt he wore was already stained with filth, and his disheveled state went without saying.

There were quite a few twists and turns in this alley, and once everyone stepped inside, they felt as if they had walked into a maze. Their eyes dared not leave Zhou Santong for even three seconds as they followed him around corners, step by step, deeper and deeper into the furthest recesses.
Liang Shiyan, who had always been honest and steady, suddenly let out a sharp cry, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

Seeing her terrified to the point of being unable to cry, his heart was besieged by a heavy sense of guilt as he reached out to support her incessantly trembling body.
Moreover, without meaning any vulgarity, Li Yadong swept a covert glance downward—she had a plump backside, the kind that could easily bear a son.
After dinner, Murong Shiqi left first, while the others chatted for quite a while longer before returning to their respective rooms.
What he loved most was unearthing hidden money from all sorts of places. Whenever they used to go out to collect debts, he was the only one who could dig out cash deeply concealed by people in the strangest locations.

After draining the water from the spices and tonic herbs, he set them aside and took out the beef tallow, scallions, dried red chilies, red peppercorns, green peppercorns, ginger chunks, garlic, and tender celery he had bought at the supermarket.
After all, he had practically watched him grow up, and almost all of his knowledge had been imparted by him.
He once dreamed of traveling to the ends of the earth, but the cruel reality of spiritual roots ruthlessly crushed all of Lin Yayun's dreams.
With a slight twitch of the corner of his mouth, Yun Tu could not help but press a hand to her forehead. Ah Ying was only a sixth-grade phantom beast; acting like this was truly wanting to fly before even learning how to walk.

Ever since that day, Leng Xianning's attitude toward Leng Shaoyun had grown lukewarm. Changed was changed after all; knowing everything, she could no longer treat him as unhesitatingly as before.
Someone was grabbing him, roaring fiercely. He forced his eyes open, but could see nothing. The air was thick with the scent of gunsmoke, blood, metal, and burning rubber.
If you wanted to avoid it, you shouldn't have married a princess all those years ago. If you wanted a carefree life, you should have thought about marrying your eldest sister off to a grand duke back then.

Perhaps he had grown accustomed to following in the footsteps of Abdullah, perhaps he truly believed that Sumerian mythology was a faithful reflection of history, or perhaps he harbored a longing for resurgence and power, but now he had nothing left—no life, no dreams, no love.
No wonder that time at KFC later on, the way he looked at her was so strange, and his tone had been so peculiar as well.
Having already walked a considerable distance, Ming Hanfeng caught sight of the tender peach blossoms resting on his shoulder, and involuntarily paused his footsteps to look back in the direction of the Bridge of Soul-Breaking.

Cang Jiuyao felt a surge of doubt in her heart. She furrowed her brows in deep scrutiny of the man before her. Stripped of his wide, black robes emblazoned with bizarre totems and his bald head, this man looked no different from ordinary people.
Looking at the other person's expression, and then at the object in her hand, I was struck by an extreme sense of shock and suspicion. How could it possibly be her?
Although this whole affair was a messy tangled mess, and since the blind man couldn't come, no matter what, I could only stand here and watch.
Countless examples exist of children whose minds have yet to mature developing psychological problems due to parental negligence or negative influence, eventually spiraling into severe mental illnesses that ruin their entire lives.