All Chapters of The Flaming Lips: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

The overwhelming online sentiment shifted just as Stan Wallace had anticipated. With various pieces of evidence, combined with Trista Fowler's formidable financial backing and network, the tide turned at an astonishing speed.However, the dispute over interests between Stan Wallace and Tang Guofeng was very real. Tang Guofeng seemed to have been angered by the unexpected turn of events online, leading him to violate their contract and refuse to give Stan Wallace another month to secure funding. Somehow, he managed to file a lawsuit, resulting in all of Stan Wallace's assets being frozen. From that point on, there was no need for the facade of peace between Tang Guofeng and Stan Wallace; Stan Wallace officially withdrew from Trace Communications.After that, Trista Fowler stayed in Yong'an for a long time, but both he and Stan Wallace seemed busier than ever, working almost around the clock. I couldn't help with the company issues, so my job became assisting Stan Wallace's legal team

Honesty is a tiring thing, requiring one to peel back the scars and show the most vulnerable and tender parts of oneself to the person they love most. After the exhaustion, however, comes a sense of fulfillment in both body and soul.Neither of us spoke. I don't know when Stan Wallace loosened his grip, but his thumb occasionally brushed against my ribs. Every time his fingers moved, my hand, buried in his short hair, would involuntarily stroke him in a soothing gesture.Outside, the sky was just beginning to lighten, and through the open window, the occasional sound of a broom sweeping could be heard. Everything carried the special tranquility that precedes dawn.This embrace felt very comfortable, as if both body and soul had become soft and warm."Are you cold?" Stan Wallace suddenly asked.The breeze coming in now carried a slight chill. With my chin resting on Stan Wallace's shoulder, I nodded, "Hold me tighter.""You're already red from being squeezed." Stan Wallace glanced

"If you hadn't been late today, I was going to forgive you."The door had barely closed when Sang Ning spoke again.He placed his hands, which had been hidden under the table, on top of it, palms facing inward. His right thumb rhythmically tapped the pad of his left index finger as he asked in a low voice,"I've always wondered, my mom did the same thing as you, so why is she locked up while you're free? Is it because you have a better relationship with the police?"Xu Qiao worked for the Other Shore Flower organization when Sang Ning was still young. He probably only remembered that Xu Qiao assisted the police, but in the end, she couldn't escape imprisonment."She made amends, and her sentence was reduced." My gaze fixed on his hands, my voice suddenly trembling, "What happened to your hand?""Made amends." Sang Ning muttered to himself, suddenly clenching his hand. Something fell off from his fingertips with the movement. "What amends? Was it for the sin of killing your father

Stan Wallace gave Xu Ze an early leave and personally took Sang Ning to the police station. We all thought that Sang Ning would provide us with crucial evidence of Tang Guofeng's crimes, even if it was just for inciting a minor to commit a crime, which would be enough to bring him down from his current position. However, during the interrogation, Sang Ning changed his story, saying he had never been in contact with Tang Guofeng and provided other leads. The photos of Xu Qiao in prison, the origins of the red spider lily and the bomb, after two months of investigation, all pointed to someone completely unconnected to Tang Guofeng. Later, when I visited Sang Ning at the juvenile detention center, he repeatedly assured me that he truly didn't know Tang Guofeng. He said he only claimed so because he saw how agitated I was when I mentioned the name, and he wanted to make me angry. The person Sang Ning referred to as the one who taught him many things indeed, according to Wei

Stan Wallace lifted his thin eyelids to glance at me, then suddenly leaned in, pinching my chin as he gave me a lingering kiss. When we separated, his eyelids were slightly red, and his thumb moved unconsciously, brushing against my chin, causing a slight itch."Did it hurt back then? Were you scared?" he asked.Although I had a vague feeling that Stan Wallace's irritability and silence were for this reason, hearing him ask me still made my nose feel a bit sour. But to me, none of this compared to the regret that Stan Wallace couldn't be there for Si Si's birth.But Stan Wallace clearly didn't see it that way. He stared at me intently, his gaze heavy, as if filled with intense emotions."Everyone's body is different. It didn't hurt much for me back then," I blinked quickly, looking away, not daring to meet his eyes, and said with a smile, "The doctors at the sanatorium were quite nice to me. They showed me many videos of childbirth in advance..."Biting the inside of my lip, I t