Chapter 193: 110 Windsor’s Departure Chapter 193: 110 Windsor’s Departure The square assault craft descending to the surface was slowly cutting into the dense atmosphere of Ilando Star.
In the pilot seat, Yang Ming dozed off with his eyes closed.
Lyu’s figure popped up on the central control display screen.
Today, she wore tight jeans and a turtleneck sweater, paired with black-framed glasses, seemingly searching for a sophisticated beauty.
Lyu stared blankly at Yang Ming.
She seemed to be pondering something.
In the past two days, Yang Ming had only slept for a few hours, perhaps a small price to pay for the rapid expansion of controlling his influence.
Lyu slowed down the small spaceship so Yang Ming could rest a bit longer.
The boss was indeed too tired recently.
The seemingly smooth annexation of the Sixth Fleet actually involved repeated simulations between the two of them,
and the soft landing of Gudun Mah’s relationship with the royal family also consumed Yang Ming’s efforts.
However, this exhaustion, in Lyu’s view, was entirely worth it.
Nowadays, the boss, through Gudun Mah, controlled one-third of the Wind fleet, established influence over the New Industrial Confederation through Kolev, and directly controlled more than a dozen industrial companies through the Molly Miss Group, continuously providing essential resources for the Dark Star Plan.
According to Lyu’s calculations, the boss only needed to continue operating in Wind for two or three more years, following the current business strategy, and the country would likely change its effective surname to ‘Yang’.
Moreover, by then, within this country would be enveloped a mechanical think-civilization capable of creating technological miracles.
“That would be the most wonderful scene!”
However, even if Lyu didn’t want to disturb Yang Ming, the three consecutive communication requests…
“Boss? Boss?” Lyu mumbled softly, “Merge with me, hehe.”
Yang Ming jumped up with a start, and after seeing Lyu with a mischievous smile, he slapped away her virtual image with a dark face.
“Don’t scare me with Po Suo!”
“If it’s not urgent, I’ll go to Feinan to unscrew your main brain casing!”
“Well,” Lyu blinked, “Miss Windsor has already called for the third time.”
“Then why are you still dawdling? Hurry up and connect!”
Lyu nearly rolled her eyes out of the Galaxy.
Yang Ming glanced at his position, about ten minutes’ ‘ship journey’ away from Miss Windsor’s home.
The communication connected, but there was no video.
“Ming, sorry to bother you. Are you busy now?”
“Not too bad,” Yang Ming made his voice sound weary, “The Fourth Fleet is reorganizing the Sixth Fleet, and I’ve been assigned tedious work.”
“Sorry,” Windsor sighed, her normally warm and sweet voice becoming somewhat hoarse, “The professor… she…”
“I know about that,” Yang Ming said softly, “Don’t be too upset about it; it’s the path she chose.”
“But I still can’t accept it.”
Windsor sobbed on the other end of the line.
Yang Ming gently comforted Windsor, gradually increasing the spaceship’s descent speed. Once the ship entered the monitoring of Ilando City’s defense network, he said,
“Wait for me at home for a bit, Windsor. I’ll be there soon.”
Miss Windsor sounded a bit surprised and delighted.
Yang Ming smiled slightly, “Alright, now I need to go through border inspection. Every time I return from the sky, I have to go through this process.”
“Hmm, should I wait outside for you? My dad has been wearing a serious expression these past few days.”
“No need,” Yang Ming replied, “I just happen to need to talk to your uncle about work matters.”
A few minutes later, Yang Ming parked the spaceship at the rooftop parking lot of the hotel where he had a long-rented suite and got into an unmanned taxi Lyu had prepared in advance. There were sweets and a bouquet of fresh flowers on the back seat.
The finance minister’s estate was just nearby this hotel.
When Yang Ming arrived, Windsor’s father had already gotten the message and specifically avoided the first-floor living room, retreating to the second-floor office of the villa.
This finance minister, as a father, was quite excellent.
He navigated the complex political landscape of the Luofeng Empire but never considered using his beautiful daughter as a political pawn, nor did he forcefully deny her romantic relationships due to his own stance.
This father offered freedom and respect to his child.
Windsor and Yang Ming were quite familiar with each other; they knew each other’s bodies inside out, yet meeting at her home, Windsor still felt a little embarrassed.
Especially when Yang Ming, in front of the servants and guards, hugged her for a kiss.
This left Windsor somewhat unsure of what to do, eventually closing her eyes and responding passionately.
“Look, I bought you… uh, what kind of flowers are these? But they’re quite pretty.”
Windsor’s mood, which had been gloomy for two days, instantly lightened considerably.
She led Yang Ming into the main hall of the villa.
Yang Ming’s military uniform, along with his face, which had frequently appeared on television, made the servants here quite nervous.
He and Windsor cuddled on the soft sofa.
Windsor remained silent for a long time, gently sighing.
“Ming, I want to make some changes.”
“Hmm?” Yang Ming was a little puzzled. When he looked up at Windsor, he was captivated by her eyes.
Windsor was absolutely a beauty, but that was limited to her appearance.
She had always been like a good girl, a noblewoman who was cultured, observant of etiquette, and virtuous. Even in the throes of passionate romance, she remained tender, restrained, and mindful, never using words that made Yang Ming uncomfortable.
But at this moment, Yang Ming saw some unfamiliar light in her eyes.
It was the kind of light that appeared only when one was seriously contemplating.
She said in a low voice,
“I’ve been constantly reflecting on my life these past two days.