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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nA server served the Wolfberry tea. Han Zhan took a sip, turned sideways, looked out of the window towards the boarding ladder, and saw Xiong Jian boarding with Song Shiqing and Song Ci.

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nHan Zhan’s gaze landed on Song Shiqing first. After he had taken a glimpse at the man, his eyes then landed on Song Ci behind him.

nThat day, Song Ci was wearing the same generic white blouse as Xiong Jian and the rest, along with a black suit, black tie, and stood with her back straightened. The standard pilot uniform on her could make one associate it with naughty thoughts.

nFor example, a uniform fetish or something.

nShe had tied her hair in a bun and worn a hat over it. She tainted her porcelain fair cheeks with a blush on, and she seemed more energetic compared to the day of the interview.

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nAs she walked up the boarding ladder, her hips swayed seductively.

nAs Han Zhan watched this scene, he suddenly remembered Li Li’s question the other day.

n‘Is Miss Song pretty?’

nHan Zhan retracted his gaze and took a sip of Wolfberry tea.

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nYes, pretty.

nLi Li and his few other colleagues were all very curious about the new female trainee pilot. Once Song Ci boarded the plane, all gazes turned to her; some checking her looks out while others sized her figure up.

nSong Ci was used to such attention and did not feel uncomfortable.

nOnly when Xiong Jian brought Song Shiqing and Song Ci into the cockpit did everyone retract their gazes ever so reluctantly.

nThe manager of the legal department told Li Li, “Miss Song is so pretty.”

nLi Li nodded in agreement. “Yes, indeed. She’s even prettier than the female celebrities I’ve seen.”

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nLi Li had already browsed Song Ci’s photos on her social media long ago, and she looked beautiful on them. Li Li had initially thought Song Ci’s photos were airbrushed, and that she definitely wouldn’t be as pretty in person.

nOnly when he saw her in person did Li Li believe that Song Ci’s beauty was real and not deceptive at all.

nLi Li suddenly turned back and made a face at Han Zhan. With a hazy look that only men would understand, he told Han Zhan, “Mr. Han, this Miss Song is indeed a beauty like what they say.”

nAll men loved beautiful women. Li Li wasn’t a gentleman either—when he saw a beauty, he would even gossip to Han Zhan in private.

nHowever, Han Zhan ignored him. Instead, he turned and told the server, “Chen, trouble you to pour a cup of honeysuckle hawthorn tea.”

nThe server went back to the pantry as ordered.

nLi Li blinked in confusion and couldn’t help but tell Han Zhan, “I don’t want whatever honeysuckle hawthorn tea. I’m good with coffee…” He wasn’t like Mr. Han who focused on wellness at a young age.

nHan Zhan interrupted him and said, “You should reduce some heat.”

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nLi Li went silent.

nAfter understanding the reason why he needed to reduce heat, Li Li became tame, and his eyes stopped darting around.

nIn the past, whenever he commented about other women in front of Mr. Han, he didn’t notice any negative reaction from him. With this, Li Li felt that Mr. Han treated Miss Song slightly differently.

nAfter entering the cockpit, Xiong Jian sat on the pilot’s seat. Since Song Shiqing already had many years of experience flying planes, he naturally sat on the co-pilot’s seat. As a greenhorn, Song Ci automatically sat on the observer’s seat.

nXiong Jian needed to inspect all the procedures in the cockpit, and Song Shiqing assisted him. Meanwhile, Song Ci observed them intently.

nAfter confirming that everything in the cockpit was in order, Xiong Jian turned sideways and said to Song Ci, “Little Song, inform Mr. Li that the plane inspection is complete, please get ready for takeoff.”

n“Okay.”

nSong Ci got up obediently and walked into Han Zhan and the others’ cabin. “Mr. Li, the plane inspection has been completed smoothly. Please fasten your seatbelt. Our plane is about to take off.”

nLi Li acknowledged without looking up and hurriedly fastened his seatbelt.

nBefore returning to the cockpit, Song Ci took another look at Han Zhan, who was drinking tea. After she had sat down, she suddenly zoned out and thought about what kind of habit Han Zhan had to actually drink wolfberry tea so early in the morning…

nThe plane flew upwards past the clouds.

nSong Ci saw the radiant rising run amongst the sea of clouds and felt a sense of pride. So, this was how it was like to watch the sunrise from the cockpit.

nAt 8:50 A.M., the plane landed in Shunchen City.

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nSong Ci, Xiong Jian, and the rest had been pre-arranged to check into a three-star hotel near the airport. Xiong Jian and Song Shiqing shared a room, while Song Ci had a double-bed room to herself.

nUpon returning to her room, Song Ci whipped out her phone since she had wanted to search for some popular place that she could visit in Shunchen City. Otherwise, staying in the hotel for three consecutive days would bore her to death.

nAfter Song Ci found Shunchen City’s travel guide, she made an itinerary.

nAfter completing the itinerary, she opened up a secret folder and found a remote surveillance software inside. Song Ci launched the software and a white hospital ward appeared on the screen.

nThere was a single bed in the ward, on which Song Fei laid in a deep sleep.

nWhen Song Ci last went to visit Song Fei at the convalescent hospital, she had secretly installed a surveillance camera.

nEvery day, whenever she was free, she would look at the situation on Song Fei’s end.

nThe surveillance footage was a few hours long. Song Ci dragged the progress bar as she watched. At 8:40 A.M. that day, Song Ci suddenly saw another man in the ward.

nIt was Mu Mian wearing a silver suit. He was quietly standing by the side of Song Fei’s bed, looking down at Song Fei’s face as if he had something up his sleeve.

nSong Ci’s expression froze.

nMu Mian!

nSong Ci hurriedly rewound the video, dragging the progress bar to six minutes prior.

nWith her own eyes, she saw Mu Mian push open the door to Song Fei’s ward and walk inside.

nSong Ci had installed a screw-type hidden surveillance camera and had placed it discreetly on a frame. The said frame hung on the wall near the edge of the bed. From that angle, the surveillance camera captured each of Mu Mian’s movements after he had entered the room.

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nSomeone had pushed the door to the ward open. Shortly after, a valiant figure stepped in and swayed past the camera, finally coming to a stop beside the bed.

nThat person stood still. His face was as clear as day on the screen—it was indeed Mu Mian!

nMu Mian looked down and sized Song Fei up with a very solemn expression. He was silent for a long while. Suddenly, he reached out, pulled out a syringe from his pocket, and pierced it into Song Fei’s arm.

nUpon seeing this, Song Ci’s left hand suddenly clenched a corner of the bedsheets.

n“Mu Mian, don’t you dare!”

nRegardless of how enraged Song Ci was and how tightly she clenched her jaws, she couldn’t control Mu Mian’s actions. She could only watch as Mu Mian’s syringe pierced into Song Fei’s arm and extracted half a tube of blood from her.

nSong Fei was like an eel that had been hammered to death and cut up by the chef!

nSince she was in a vegetative state, Song Fei couldn’t even flinch or call out in pain.

nSeeing this scene, Song Ci’s eyes turned completely red!

nIn her previous lifetime, Song Fei had laid on a bed while a doctor, whom Mu Mian had looped in, gorged her heart out!

nMu Mian must have extracted Song Fei’s blood to do HLA compatibility testing with Mu Qiu. Once the test result came back positive, Mu Mian would strike Song Fei. Song Ci bit down onto her cherry-red lower lip and cried so hard that her chest was trembling.

n‘Elder sister, I will save you and make Mu Mian pay the price!’

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