Chapter 38: Business Comes Knocking

The cars they saw in Hong Kong dramas and movies were always something they longed for, but it was just a dream. Living in a remote place with limited means, all they had were the oldest models of motorcycles.

To suddenly catch sight of a motorbike even cooler than those in the films was enough to make their blood boil with excitement.

Wan Shun’s mind raced, and he nodded. “Yes, I built them myself with old spare parts. Don’t be fooled by how worn out they look—there’s little difference between these and brand new ones. If I used better components and gave them a fresh coat of paint, you wouldn’t be able to tell them apart from new bikes.

What’s more, I can customize them according to personal needs—”

Watching as Xiao Lin’s expression shifted from cold indifference to a hint of shyness and nervousness, Jing Ning finally admitted to herself that Xiao Lin was capable of more than just a stony face. Her mind gradually cleared, and seeing Xiao Lin so tense, Jing Ning was suddenly struck by a thought.

“This is all we can do for now. By the way, have you heard about Lord Cai?” Jing Ning recalled what Cai Yashan had said the day before, a vague uneasiness stirring in her heart. Xiao Yuan nodded and relayed the situation to Jing Ning.

A sharp light shot in, and Bu Fei felt a sudden pain between his brows, as if a seed had burrowed into his forehead.

Duan Yichen spoke, but the person lying in bed made no response. Watching Xiang Nuan’s pale face, he inexplicably felt an even greater heaviness in his chest.

For him, a smile was less an emotion and more a weapon or a tool. Depending on the situation, he could display a variety of smiles, each with its own meaning, whenever necessary. That was why he preferred not to let his facial expressions betray his feelings in daily life.

Later, Lan Qian returned. Grandfather, having learned how close he was to Qianqian, lifted his house arrest, allowing him to spend more time with her. But this also meant he could not go out.

It was then that Old Yuan told me the truth: those so-called uncles had previously been detained for inciting disturbances—they had, to put it bluntly, been involved in pyramid schemes.

One can imagine the chaos in the barracks of the Grand General of Guandu at present. Lin Qi was absolutely not the type to simply send more men to crack down. Taming those soldiers would not be an easy task.

It was only a trip to Ping Shan County for an investigation—hardly as dangerous as going to a place like Guandu.

Upon seeing this, Chu Yu’s eyes filled with pride, her admiration for Li Ling reaching new heights. Beside her, Yun Kexin was dumbstruck, her face a picture of astonishment.

“I didn’t go into the city—I just rode out to deliver something to someone. They left without taking it,” Duan Jiaze explained with amusement.

Does the mighty “General Affairs Bureau” truly need to go to such lengths to frame you? Who do you think you are?

Early the next morning, the two set off. As the place was unfamiliar, they kept asking for directions. Kind-hearted locals pointed the way, and after many twists and turns, they finally found Zhang Yan’s parents.

Tong Xiangyu saw the snacks on the table, gleefully picked them up, and after a few bites exclaimed how delicious they were, asking Mu Tang where she had bought them. Mu Tang replied that they were homemade—Chef Mu’s secret crispy chips, unavailable anywhere else.

The Vermilion Bird clan, for example, had long since cultivated their own land, and with the help of beastmen borrowed from the Lion, Tiger, and Leopard clans, their affairs were managed well. Thus, they had more free time than other races.

“No, this is my own analysis. There’s something else I need to tell you.” Lin Yin clasped Qin Weiwei’s hand and spoke with utmost seriousness.

“I want Chen Xiu to leave,” Zhou Qing said. After learning of Chen Xiu’s situation, she empathized, and despite Mo Sixuan’s objections, she offered Chen Xiu her support.

There were queues for treatment at outside hospitals, and it was the same here. Chu Tianyu could only smile wryly at the irony—since he was already here, he had no choice but to wait.

Zhu Yijun rose early, first making a visit to Li Mi. In the end, he thanked Suo Changsheng and the other man, saw them off as they left the palace, and then accompanied Li Mi to Xianfu Palace.

“Mother! Please stop!” Hai Yanran hurriedly interrupted Lady Hai, her head bowed low. A single tear fell into the teacup in her hand, scattering in tiny ripples.