All Chapters of The Flaming Lips: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

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Chapter 261: Try to Let Him Know as Late as Possible

Hidden in my mind, Stan Wallace seemed to have a clairvoyant ability. When I walked out of the psychological therapy room, I could only describe myself as utterly exhausted.Doctor Chu appeared gentle, leaving room with every question, yet each one struck deep into my heart, making me feel like I had to cough up blood to answer properly.No, it wasn't answering questions at all; it was more like dissecting my soul.Doctor Chu handed me a tissue to wipe away the sweat, suggesting that I return to the waiting room for a drink before leaving. But I still needed to get back to the company for Stan Wallace, so I declined.He then poured milk into his cup, saying not to waste it, and after rinsing the cup, he gave it to me to take with me.Holding the ceramic cup, I suddenly felt weak at the wrists, wanting to squat down and cry."Gloria Kit?" A familiar voice forcefully interrupted my tense emotions. I turned around hastily, meeting Tang Xiaohui and Gu Chen's surprised gazes."What a

Chapter 262: What In-Laws?

Tang Xiaohui's eyes were red from crying, making Gu Chen feel so uneasy that he didn't dare to ask a single question. He looked at me with a pleading expression.Letting out a long sigh, I gently nudged her leg under the table and called out in a coquettish tone, "Sister Xiaohui..."Xiaohui agreed to keep it a secret for me, giving me a sad look, wiping her tears, and stopping her crying.Stan Wallace arrived twenty minutes earlier than planned. When he pushed open the door of the café, I hesitated to speak, instead glancing at Tang Xiaohui for confirmation. Seeing her nodding sorrowfully, I got up to greet him, "Brother."Stan Wallace reached out to hug my waist and casually draped a thick new jacket over my shoulders."Where did you get the clothes?" I asked."After the meeting, I noticed the temperature had dropped, so I bought this on my way through the mall," Stan Wallace explained, nodding at Tang Xiaohui and Gu Chen.Since we weren't in a rush, the four of us sat in the c

Chapter 263: It Can Only Be Her, No One Else Will Do

Stan Wallace and Trista Fowler left one after another. The entrance door was left ajar, allowing a faint glimpse of the dimly lit corridor and occasional passing figures.I pursed my lips, turned to meet Tang Xiaohui's stifled gaze, smiled, and handed her a light blanket."It's a bit chilly with the stove off. You can wrap this around you. I’ll go find some more clothes and turn up the air conditioning," I said as I got up and walked over to Tang Xiaohui.Tang Xiaohui stared straight at me, her face clearly showing her dissatisfaction. As she took the blanket, she raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you just going to let him talk about you like that? He knows that you..."Her words trailed off as she glanced sideways at Gu Chen."Who's talking bad about who?" Gu Chen burped, his movements sluggish as he tried to turn towards the door. "I just said they were trying to exclude me. No, I have to... I have to go..."Most of the alcohol on the table had gone into Gu Chen's stomach, and

Chapter 264: Are We Going to Live as a Family of Three?

I didn't dare to listen to the latter half of the conversation between Stan Wallace and Trista Fowler. I left Tang Xiaohui alone in the entrance hall and hurriedly ran into the master bedroom bathroom.I turned on the faucet, cupped cool water and splashed it on my face. The drops falling into the sink were indistinguishable as either tears or water.A while ago when I met Florence Bobby, she told me that Stan Wallace had rejected her. At that time, even though Stan Wallace had decided to send me away and not see me again, he still wanted to watch over me where I couldn't see him.So many years have passed, and when faced with Trista Fowler's question, Stan Wallace still gave an answer without hesitation. Even though he almost lost his life several times because of me, he still... stubbornly, firmly chose me.Why?He is so good, he deserves someone better.Knock knock knock--The bathroom door was knocked on, and I quickly grabbed a towel to wipe my face."What's wrong? Not fee

Chapter 265: From Now On, His Affairs Are My Responsibility

With only a few pieces of luggage, we moved into the new house. Stan Wallace asked, "Can Sisi live by herself?"Living in a house with both a father and a mother had always been Sisi's dream. Now that our dreams had come true, I was so happy that I blurted out, "I couldn't be with her before, and she has always lived alone. She can do it.""Couldn't be with her?" Stan Wallace pulled the suitcase towards the sunlit bedroom and turned to ask me, "Why?"I was putting my shoes into the cabinet, and my movements paused for a moment. I smiled and said, "I had to study."Tang Guofeng always kept Tang Wan and me in the same hospital room. He wouldn't let me leave, nor would he allow a third person to stay.At that time, Harley Gunther took care of Sisi more.Stan Wallace looked at me for two seconds and then waved, saying, "Come here."I ran over to him and was suddenly pulled into his arms, where he patted my head. The action was so sudden that I widened my eyes, and my chin lightly bu

Chapter 266: Will You Pick a Day to Marry Me?

Even the prettiest princess room couldn't defeat 'Daddy'.Yu Sisi had been sleeping in the same bed with Stan Wallace and me for a month straight.Every night before going to sleep, she would obediently take a bath, dry her hair, then lie down on the small bed Stan Wallace had chosen for her, tucking herself in snugly. In her childlike voice, she would say,"I'll go back to my own room tomorrow and give you two some alone time."Day after day, this 'tomorrow' never seemed to come.Every morning, Stan Wallace would wake up sandwiched between us, with my legs and Sisi's tangled over him.Over time, the small bed became somewhat redundant, and Sisi no longer bothered to sleep there, instead claiming her spot on the big bed without hesitation.One evening, after I finished my shower and returned to the bedroom, I found Sisi clinging to Stan Wallace. She was already drowsy, her eyelids struggling to stay open, as she asked, somewhat discontentedly, "Why can't I sleep in the middle?"

Chapter 267: Do I Look Like I'm Desperate for Money?

A week before the New Year, a group message suddenly popped up on Whatsapp. At that time, I had just lost a case because my client changed his testimony at the last minute.All the evidence I had gathered to support him turned into worthless scraps overnight. It wasn't a major dispute; the man I was representing, surnamed Zhang, made a living by setting up a stall at the morning market. His family's livelihood depended entirely on an open-top tricycle. Unfortunately, one morning, an Audi owner scraped against his vehicle, causing both the man and the tricycle to topple over.There were no serious injuries, but minor ones were visible, and he certainly missed work. He wanted to claim as much compensation as possible—his wife needed money for medicine, and his children still had to go to school. It should have been a straightforward win.The Audi owner was arrogant, using his power to bully others. The lawyer he hired wore gold-rimmed glasses, with a haughty look, and offered a report

Chapter 268: Isn't the Law Supposed to Be This Perfect?

"Mr. Wallace, this is really a huge misunderstanding."Before any details were even discussed, the plump Mr. Fitch leaned slightly forward, pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, and offered it to Stan Wallace with both hands, apologizing, "If I had known about Miss Su's relationship with you, I would have confessed to the judge myself. How could I have bothered your girlfriend to waste her breath? I really deserve to die for that."Stan Wallace glanced at the cigarette in Mr. Fitch's hand and waved it away."Vacheron Constantin..." A female colleague suddenly stared at Stan Wallace's wristwatch and murmured, "Your boyfriend wears a Vacheron Constantin?"What on earth is a Vacheron Constantin?I quickly averted my gaze and quietly placed the stapler on the table, flexing my fingers. I had been gripping too tightly, leaving pale marks on my palm."I didn't take any benefits from them." Finally, the office quieted down enough for a proper conversation, and I asked the surnamed Zha

Chapter 269: I Haven't Changed

I don't usually socialize with my work colleagues beyond the necessary exchanges and pleasantries. My time is mostly spent on myself, my family, my loved ones, and friends.I never thought much about it before, but today's events have made me seriously reflect."Have I been wrong?" I pulled out my phone, opening Whatsapp as I asked Stan Wallace, "Should I put more effort into building a good relationship with them?"The Whatsapp notifications showed 99+ unread messages, with new ones popping up at an alarming rate.I opened the group chat and scrolled to the first message, which was from Stan Wallace: "Come home for the New Year?""Will you still take that case of the street vendor after getting along better with them?" Stan Wallace asked.I pondered for a moment, then put down my phone, "Of course.""Then there's no point in getting along with them," Stan Wallace said, reaching out to rub my forehead."The workplace is like this. When everyone chooses to protect themselves, yo

Chapter 270 Probably Missing Su Luo

"Are you two trying to outstare each other like a pair of hawks?" Ken Sheridan suddenly leaned over, reaching across half the table and waving his hand between Stan Wallace and me. "I mean, aren't you tired of looking at each other every day?"The sourness in my heart was diluted by his words. I picked up my glass, smiled, and took a sip of beer, then looked at Ken Sheridan's cup. "Your tolerance has improved; you're already talking nonsense on your second drink."Stan Wallace laughed out loud, and soon everyone else at the table joined in.The three types of alcohol on the table were quickly emptied.Stan Wallace went to the fridge and brought out the last box of chilled beer. "Is this enough? If not, I can have more delivered."Ken Sheridan knocked his head on the table, shaking it from side to side. "Not enough, not enough. I could finish this all by myself. Order more.""Don't listen to him. One more sip and he'll be out cold until tomorrow morning," Trista Fowler said, a cig

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