Chapter 49: The Son Who Betrayed His Own Mother

Dawn was just beginning to break when Sang Ke’s stomach let out a loud rumble. Not only did it wake her up, but it also disturbed Huo Yanting from his sleep. Seeing the look of resentment on his face, Sang Ke said innocently, “I went out for a late-night snack yesterday. You’re the one who tied me up and wouldn’t let me leave.”

“This time, let this serve as a lesson for you!” Shen Yuerou declared at once. “Remember not to let us run into you again!”

“Fei, are you asleep?” Lan Yudie leaned in close to his ear and whispered. Both she and Chen Mengqi were at the Nascent Soul stage—if they wanted to forgo sleep, they wouldn’t feel tired at all.

Looking at the scene of tens of thousands of construction workers starting work simultaneously, anyone might have thought that this two-thousand-acre coastal industrial park was about to be transformed into a massive real estate project!

The elevator doors opened slowly. Guided by a server, the family of three arrived at the entrance of an elegantly decorated private room.

“Two sharpshooters, Lingyun Cyber Café…” Jiang Kairan was stunned by what appeared on the screen. The radar showed two red dots inside Lingyun Cyber Café, the two dots right next to each other.

This member of the Earth-Clad Tribe had no idea whether the shadowy figure was human or ghost; it moved mysteriously, its appearance impossible to discern.

The tremendous force of the two punches collided, instantly whipping up a raging wind that turned into countless blades slashing wildly through the air.

“Yes, my sins are grave,” Zhang Bing said, unwittingly falling into Ye Wudao’s trap.

King Yu Jian quickly picked him up and laid him flat on the ground. Su Wu’s ashen face had regained some color. He gradually resumed breathing, then suddenly coughed, something lodged in his throat as he rolled his eyes in distress.

With the Heavenly Thunder Sword in hand, Chen Hao seemed like a celestial being descended to the mortal realm. Suddenly, his body trembled, and an immensely powerful aura radiated from him.

While wiping the keyboard with tissue, Hao Tianming had an idea: Fashion comes from life. If he combined these embarrassing tasks with his current work, could something creative come of it?

She thought to herself, If I really married him, wouldn’t that domineering man have me completely under his thumb, bullying me at his whim?

A peach-colored figure flickered among the trees, then, after a moment, flew out from the woods to land on the ground—not too close to Song Mingtin.

Yingchun, seeing Lady Lu had agreed, sat a little longer before getting up to take her leave. Lady Lu tried to persuade her to stay for a meal, but Yingchun politely declined.

“I was asking about my name. I seem to remember nothing at all.” His voice was tinged with helplessness and frustration. What had happened to him? Who was he, really? Why couldn’t he remember anything?

Having finally sorted out her feelings, Gu Zheng couldn’t help but steal a glance at Liang Jingxian beside her. She suddenly wanted to ask why he had chosen, without hesitation, to come save her instead of Xiao Yurou. Was it out of duty, guilt, or… love?

The two exchanged pleasantries, and Old Madam Xu welcomed Madam Sun into her residence. The group made their way to the inner courtyard, where the two ladies took their seats as hosts and guests, with Yingchun standing behind Madam Sun.

Sun Huiyan glanced at her pale-faced third brother, then at her ashen third sister-in-law. Biting her lip, she finally left the room in silence.

Lin Fei certainly wouldn’t wait for them to complete their encirclement with their magic artifacts. In a flash, he dashed to the left.

The Master of Lingjiu’s face darkened in alarm. He ignited his primordial spirit, desperate for a chance of survival. But it was already too late—how could Song Mingtin let such a golden opportunity slip by? He appeared out of nowhere, his invisible sword energy striking with lightning speed. The Master of Lingjiu’s spell, cast in a last-ditch effort, was shattered before it could even take form.