All Chapters of The Flaming Lips: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Stan Wallace seemed to have long anticipated that Tang Guofeng would not let us off easily, and the torment was inevitable.Thus, he revealed the only weapon for escape, an act that appeared clumsy but was actually a well-considered choice.But Tang Guofeng would never know this."Why are you targeting us?" Stan Wallace asked without hesitation.With our backs against each other, I could only hear the calmness in his voice, showing no signs of wavering due to Tang Guofeng's rules.Tang Guofeng raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by his decisiveness.He absentmindedly played with the blade of a dagger, maintaining a half-squatting posture, and chuckled, "Because you two are in my way."Such an answer was like going in circles; it would never lead to the real truth."Despicable!" I frowned. Behind me, where Tang Guofeng couldn't see, Stan Wallace tightly gripped my hand.Tang Guofeng seemed amused by my reaction, laughing loudly, the sound echoing in the empty restaurant."The

Almost simultaneously, a series of footsteps resounded from the second floor of the restaurant, steady and powerful, as if an army was marching in to flatten the land.Tang Guofeng suddenly rose from his chair, causing it to tip over due to his abrupt movement. "The police couldn't have arrived so quickly. No, it's impossible that anyone would come to rescue you," Tang Guofeng said, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Stan Wallace. "What exactly are you up to?"Tang Guofeng was so confident because he had already used his influence to make this operation extremely difficult. There were always informants for Tang Guofeng within the police force, and the personnel involved in this operation were handpicked, reliable officers. Tang Guofeng felt at ease, believing that the number of rescuers would be limited, or that they wouldn't easily come to the aid.But once again, Stan Wallace had outmaneuvered him.Just as Tang Guofeng finished speaking, Wei Ming leaped over the railing from the

The injury on my leg was minor, but Stan Wallace insisted that I stay in the hospital for half a month. When we were at Nanquan Villa, he still knew how to make people laugh, but after coming back, he became less talkative, especially during the times of stitches and bandage changes, where he would be so fierce it seemed like he was about to bite someone.When Stan Wallace was truly angry, it was hard to placate him, but recently, I found some joy in it, as it gave me more chances to kiss and hug him. This time, the police acted with unprecedented speed, partly due to media attention. Besides focusing on the case, they also paid attention to Stan Wallace and me.Trista Fowler and Wei Ming both suggested that Stan Wallace could use this incident to build his reputation, reclaiming everything he had lost because of Tang Guofeng from Tang Guofeng himself. However, Stan Wallace refused and even asked Trista Fowler and Wei Ming to help remove any trace of him and me from the event. Compar

Quickly putting on the mask, when I reached out to pick up the bottle again, the brown liquid had already seeped into a small patch of snow in front of me.After several sleepless nights, wracking my brain for a solution, and then traveling eight hours, riding in an unheated tricycle around the entire village to find the only bottle of pesticide, it was all gone just like that.It's hard to describe the feeling at that moment—frustration, defeat, anger, unwillingness... fear...It felt like after waiting through a thousand days and nights for the college entrance exam, only to be stripped of the qualification to take it upon entering the examination hall. It felt like a life that had never been idle, suddenly rotting away in an instant.Just like me.A flood of negative emotions, which had worn me down to the point of exhaustion, surged up in my heart, so much so that I completely overlooked the tiny bit of... relief."Which eye of yours saw that I was going to drink it!"I jump

For me, it was undoubtedly a memory that would be etched in my heart forever.However, due to Xiaoguiyuan's strong sense of boundaries, she never thought about what I looked like, nor did she ever ask for my name.Many years later, when I told this story to my grandmother, her face first showed disbelief, but soon, her wrinkled face was covered with tears."Really killed someone, and it was your own father, how could you still be alive?" My grandmother held my hand tightly, repeating, "You didn't want to kill him; you wanted to die with that beast! Silly child!""How could such an excellent and perceptive child have had such a terrifying thought?!" She gazed at me in fear through her tears, as if still in shock, "It was so close, just a little bit, and your whole life would have been ruined!"My grandmother was right. Without Gloria Kit, there would no longer be Stan Wallace in this world.Since it never happened, talking about it only causes unnecessary worry. If not for my gran