At this moment, about 10 meters away from them. Butler Li Fugui and Cheng Shi were standing still and watching, one enjoying the scene like watching a play, the other full of worry.
"Should we step away for a bit?"
Cheng Shi frowned, "Miss has cried."
"People in love are like that, they like to act a bit spoiled, it’s no big deal."
"Miss doesn’t act spoiled."
Li Fugui waved his hand, "That was in the past."
During dinner, Tang Xiaowan ate happily while Li Zishen seemed relaxed but was actually full of worries.
"Zishen, what are you planning to do later?"
"I have something... I need to talk with Bai Long about."
"Oh, I see! Then I’ll go upstairs first, take a bath, and have a beautiful sleep. You do whatever."
Li Zishen watched Tang Xiaowan leave until he saw her take off her shoes and bounce up the wooden steps.
So mischievous, always loving to go barefoot!
No wonder Mei Garden is all built with real wood; Old Mrs. Tang really went through a lot of trouble.
Soon after, Li Zishen also left.
He had a very bad feeling that the night attack was far from being as simple as it seemed on the surface; it couldn’t just be about drawing blood to check the blood type.
The medicinal scent that Tang Xiaowan had always been troubled by and the small pill that Bai Long incidentally found during the investigation undeniably pointed at project 8028 that had been shelved for many years.
"Five minutes later, at the artificial hill pavilion."
After hanging up the phone, Li Zishen glanced at the villa’s second floor, then headed straight for the back garden.
He thought Tang Xiaowan had already started bathing, not knowing that only the room’s light was on, and she had already gone elsewhere.
In Country Y, Wanhua Office Building.
In an office based in black and white, a woman with flaming red lips was writing and drawing on blueprints, her gaze intense and focused.
Her slightly curly long hair reached her waist, her pale skin glowed with a cold light.
The door was pushed open, and a delicate voice came through.
The visitor, Meng Yiran, a 25-year-old jewelry designer, graduated from the top noble university in Country Y.
Ye Wanhua ignored her and continued to work.
"Really, I’ve already made so many changes, why can’t you trust me? It’s annoying, but I assure you, this time it will definitely be a hit. Sister Hua, just trust me once, please?"
"What if you lose? Will you pack up and leave?"
"Hmph, annoying, I’m off to work."
Meng Yiran suddenly stopped, dashed to the desk, and asked with a smile, "Do you agree then, can I start work?"
"It’s already very late, you should go home."
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The door opened, and the office returned to silence.
Ye Wanhua shook her head and chuckled, took a sip of tea, and then continued to study the blueprints.
Despite just having celebrated her 45th birthday, age hadn’t left any marks on her face; if she claimed to be 25, probably many men would believe it and even pursue her relentlessly.
She was busy until ten-thirty before she left.
On the brightly lit streets, a white sedan slowly drove by, Ye Wanhua sitting in the passenger seat, her eyes closed.
"Won’t you eat something?" the driving man asked softly.
Ye Wanhua shook her head, still with her eyes closed.
The streetlights swept over her prominent nose, causing the man to feel sad.
His name was Yang Rui, 35 years old, her bodyguard, assistant, and the longest-serving staff member in Wanhua Jewelry.
"The doctor said you shouldn’t stay up late."
"Is the plane ticket booked?"
"Yes, the earliest flight. The same hotel as always, same room number, I’ve booked it for two days."
Ye Wanhua slowly opened her eyes, "Alright."
Looking through the car window at the brightly lit streetlights, she couldn’t help but yawn.