You were born a beauty, chapter 5

They were people who enjoyed the tactile comfort of cash in their hands. Every payday, Wu Lujun or someone else would simply bring a suitcase and hand out the money directly.

"Look at what you’ve done. There’s no need for you to come back to work tomorrow," the manager shouted angrily at the server.

"Hengkong, let me ask you very seriously—are you truly making this choice, or is this just a moment of impulsiveness from you young ones?" Lan Yufei Meng’s expression was more earnest than ever before.

"I would never do something so foolish..." Lan Yufengqin said this, but nevertheless extended her fair hand. Three fists gently touched together... an indescribable feeling flowed through their hearts.

The imperial physician seemed quite pleased with Qin Zhen’s flustered state. Lowering his voice again, he offered a way out.

When he called Lu Chenyin and learned that Harbor Steel’s response to the current situation was almost identical to Zhu Youxin’s, he simply expressed his understanding, betraying no emotion.

If it were any other matter, Mary might have let it go. But is it really too much to buy clothes and shoes just once a year? After all, she was the director.

Wu Chuzhi listened intently. If he had heard these words in his previous life, perhaps he wouldn’t have remained so despondent for so long.

As he pondered, Master Zhenyuan ordered tea to be served, entertaining the guests for a while. There was little conversation; he only scolded the monkey again. After some time, Mingyue Boy reported, "Master, the Three Stars from the Sea have arrived." Master Zhenyuan then descended to greet them, played host for a while, and left the four guests waiting.

After seeing her off, Fang Lanshuang returned to the living room. Her previously composed expression now looked somewhat sour.

Even if Jiang Hanshui was the next sect leader, wasn’t Long Fengjiao relying on her a bit too much? Duanmu Qiankun couldn’t help but scrutinize Jiang Hanshui from every angle, wondering what made her so special to deserve such regard when she seemed so utterly ordinary.

Chen Kai was in high spirits, unable to forget the past, and refusing was not Wang Jiang’s habit. So, he chatted with Chen Kai about the stories of resisting the Qing in eastern Zhejiang, especially those days they struggled together on Mount Dalan.

In other words, "she" didn’t object to forming a team, just didn’t want to team up with incompetent people, which was perfectly reasonable.

She asked casually, as if inquiring about a hairdresser or a restaurant, but Jiang Hanshui’s sword-like brows knit together.

He hurriedly reached into his robe and pulled out a green gemstone, immediately activating a green protective shield around himself. With his other hand, he drew his sword, preparing to strike.

"Yes, Master," Shen Ci replied joyfully. It seemed his master wasn’t averse to Ye Lanbi, and even knew her courtesy name "Ziyu."

The feeling of being surrounded by strangers who knew everything about your behavior, your past, even your personality, was simply unbearable. Even Medea was thoroughly enraged.

Suddenly, he twisted forcefully. Tang Xiaoxian couldn’t help but cry out in pain and spun around, her arm already being pinned behind her by Yang Zhi.

If he drew a special effect, turning himself into Superman or the master of this world, there’d be nothing to worry about.

"Wait..." Only then did Huo Huairen react, instinctively reaching for the sky. But by then, the hemisphere had already vanished from the heavens.

Their vehicle, which had bizarrely driven on the cement wall earlier, was now safely parked on the ground inside the cave—a miracle in itself.

Cousin Qiu Wen looked on enviously, nudging Li Zhong as she greeted them in front of the car.

Zhu Ying returned to the car, found a comfortable seat, and continued reading her notebook.

That night, Zhu Ying ate a midnight snack, thoughts still on Zhao Yu. She didn’t fall asleep until very late, and when she finally did, it was well into the morning before the noisy commotion from the next bunk woke her.

Worried, I asked, and the snacks in Shen Lin’s hand tumbled to the floor in fright as she hurried over to check.

"After all, back then I was the one who broke your cup, so giving you this now is only fair."

I didn’t know, but I saw it: the eels all circled the pool, their heads pointing toward the clear water, as if deliberately arranged, tightly packed in a ring. There must have been dozens, even a hundred, in that small patch of blue clay.

That man’s face was bald and featureless, as if he had no facial features at all. Yet I could clearly sense him tilting his face toward me, studying me intently.

I had only just stepped into the graveyard when I was startled: my aunt had vanished, and the funeral paper kept spreading forward, as if each sheet was laying itself down, unrolling endlessly of its own accord.

Those words struck right at Tang Luo’s weakness, and his expression instantly darkened.

Next came ballroom dance lessons. Xiang Yue was overjoyed and wanted to dance with her as the male partner, but Meng Mei stepped in and took her place, leaving nothing for Xiang Yue.

Sister Lin awkwardly patted Orange’s head, then turned away toward the bar, looking slightly disappointed.

"If you say it’s not much, then serve me well. Tomorrow we’ll go house hunting. If you see something you like, tell me," the factory director said, tossing a candy to Huanhuan when he noticed her unhappy expression.

"Captain Lou, you’d better watch your mouth." Nangong Sansheng’s gaze turned sharp, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, making him look both coldly beautiful and forbidding.