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nSong Fei was curled up on the sofa as if she had no bones. She was playing Miracle Nuan Nuan. After putting on her costume, Song Fei clicked “submit” and even used a critical immunity skill during the PK.

nIn the end…

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nShe failed!

nSong Fei’s lips twitched as she stared at the word failure. “Trash game!” It’s time-consuming and wasted money!

nThe doorknob of the main door suddenly turned. Song Fei heard a slight sound and hurriedly kept her cell phone. She looked up and saw Yan Jiang pushing the door open and walking in.

nYan Jiang was carrying a bag. His clothes were wrinkled and he looked very fatigued.

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nYan Jiang had been very busy recently. He didn’t expect the case he was in charge of to cause such a stir. He had worked overtime for two consecutive days and finally had half a day off today. He came back from work at noon.

nWalking into the house, Yan Jiang instinctively touched his own hair when he saw Song Fei in the living room. It had been a few days since he washed his hair and his short hair was sticking up in a greasy bun. This ruined his handsome image in Song Fei’s heart.

n“You’re back?” Yan Jiang grinned at Song Fei. Without the support of the stars, the once number one handsome man in the entertainment circles looked silly and innocent.

nSong Fei pinched her nose in disgust at the stench of sweat on Yan Jiang’s body. “You stink.”

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n“I will go take a shower now.” Yan Jiang hurried into the toilet and took a quick shower. He even scrubbed his hair twice.

nHe came out of the toilet wearing a t-shirt and shorts. When he saw Song Fei leaning against the wall, he instantly stopped moving.

nSong Fei snorted and tossed the pants on the bed to Yan Jiang.

nYan Jiang quickly put on his pants and was embarrassed. He coughed and pretended to be calm as he walked up to Song Fei and stood beside her.

n“What are you playing?” Glancing at Song Fei’s cell phone and seeing that she was playing Miracle Nuan Nuan, Yan Jiang felt somewhat helpless. “You’re still playing this? You’ve already charged 20,000 yuan, but I don’t see any results.”

nSong Fei was very unhappy with this game and couldn’t help complaining. “There’s something wrong with this game designer’s brain. He doesn’t know how to appreciate aesthetics!” Every set of mine is obviously very nice, but I kept failing. It’s unfair!

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n“Let me help you.” Yan Jiang took Song Fei’s cell phone, looked at the PK theme, casually clicked on a few sets of equipment for Nuan Nuan, and submitted them.

nVery soon, the PK ended with Yan Jiang’s complete victory.

n“Look, it’s perfect.” Yan Jiang returned the phone to Song Fei.

nSong Fei looked down at the perfect score on the screen, her eyes turning cold. “My aesthetic standards has no problem.” She would never admit that she didn’t understand aesthetics.

nYan Jiang replied, “No, there’s something wrong with your taste.”

n“I dare you to say that again.” Song Fei raised her brows and stared at Yan Jiang threateningly.

nYan Jiang spoke as if he was facing death with equanimity. “If you really have no problem with your aesthetic standards, you would have agreed to be my girlfriend long ago. You don’t even fancy such a good-looking person like me and even said that your aesthetic standards are good…”

nFaced with the increasingly thick-skinned Yan Jiang, Song Fei chose to ignore him.

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nShe logged out of Miracle Nuan. After much hesitation, she still deleted this rubbish game.

nSong Fei felt refreshed after deleting the game.

nYan Jiang heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Song Fei had finally deleted the money-sucking game. A person like Song Fei was not suited to play Miracle Nuan. She was suitable for Death Space instead.

nBloody and violent—this suited Song Fei’s character perfectly.

nWithout a game to play, Song Fei put on her hat and was about to go out, when Yan Jiang hurriedly asked her, “Are you going out? Where are you going?”

n“Just wandering around.”

n“I will accompany you.” After reaching this city, no one recognized Yan Jiang. He completely lost his image as an idol and couldn’t even be bothered to put on his hat. Just like that, he followed Song Fei out of the house.

nThe people here were all very tanned. The slender and fair-skinned Song Fei was very eye-catching among the crowd. Yan Jiang stared at the men around them, and saw that they were all secretly sizing up Song Fei. He felt very displeased.

nHe hurried forward and grabbed Song Fei’s hand. “Can you hold your brother’s hand?”

nSong Fei shot him a look. She didn’t agree but didn’t remove her hand either.

nHaving gotten used to Wangdong City’s extravagant lifestyle, the Golden Sands life was very dull for Yan Jiang. He couldn’t even find an entertainment project that interested him outside. Yan Jiang had wanted to take Song Fei on a boat tour, but someone had died in that river some time ago and he didn’t want to take her there.

n“Where are we going?” Yan Jiang asked for Song Fei’s opinion.

nIt was indeed pointless to go around aimlessly. After thinking for a moment, Song Fei said, “Let’s go to the zoo. Only the zoo here is interesting.” The animals in this zoo were all wildlife from the African savanna. Song Fei had never seen any local wildlife in her life.

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n“Let’s ride a bike there.”

nYan Jiang found a bicycle and drove Song Fei to the Zoo.

nYan Jiang was sweating profusely by the time they arrived at the entrance of the zoo. He unbuttoned his collar to reveal his sexy collarbone.

nSong Fei suddenly leaned over and tidied his collar. She even lectured him. “A beautiful boy should pay more attention to his image and protect himself well. You won’t be classy wearing like this.”

nYan Jiang suspected that Song Fei was afraid of others coveting his beauty. He was overjoyed and purposely provoked her. “Many people have seen my body.”

nSong Fei frowned but remained silent.

nShe turned and walked towards the entrance of the zoo alone, looking slightly annoyed. Yan Jiang chased after her and leaned against Song Fei’s ear. “But you are the only one who can touch it.”

nSong Fei snorted, but the coldness in her eyes dimmed considerably.

nThe two of them entered the zoo and Song Fei went straight to the African Elephant Park. She stood outside the park and stared at those huge African elephants for a while, before taking out her cell phone to take a few photos.

n“Ah Jiang, stand there.” Song Fei signaled for Yan Jiang to stand by the railing and take a photo with the elephant.

nYan Jiang obediently walked over to take the photo. Just as Song Fei was about to press the button to take the photo, this man, who had appeared in VOGUE Magazine several times and was known as the Prince Charming in photos, raised his hand in a V sign and grinned like a little fool.

nAfter taking the photo, Song Fei looked down at it for a while before sending it to the private cloud photo album.

nYan Jiang suddenly waved at her. “You come too. Let’s take a photo together.”

nSong Fei hesitated for a moment before walking over. She was half a head shorter than Yan Jiang and he had to bend over to match her height. Song Fei held her cell phone and counted down. “Three, two, one!”

nShe had just finished counting when a kiss landed on her cheek. Song Fei’s hand trembled as she pressed the button to take a photo.

nShe slowly lifted her head and looked at Yan Jiang with those eyes that could freeze someone. “Do you want to die?” Song Fei’s tone was so cold that icicles could freeze.

nYan Jiang said, “I like you. I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss you just now. If I’m guilty for being unable to control myself, you can beat me to death.” Yan Jiang put on a deadpan expression.

nSong Fei didn’t say anything. She just patted Yan Jiang’s neck and left.

nYan Jiang was in disbelief. Is she going to let me off just like that?

nSong Fei indeed dotes on me!

nYan Jiang hurriedly chased after Song Fei. When he caught up to her, Yan Jiang saw that she was applying lipstick. He stared at her pink lips, his heart racing.

nAt this moment, Yan Jiang suddenly felt an itchy sensation all over his body. He scratched himself once, and couldn’t resist scratching himself again. “Song Fei, don’t you feel itchy?”

nYan Jiang stared at Song Fei’s fair skin. He scratched his neck and collarbone. “My neck is so itchy. Are there fleas here?”

nSong Fei smiled and ignored Yan Jiang. She continued looking at her giraffe.

nYan Jiang was scratching himself so hard that his skin was about to break. He inadvertently saw Song Fei’s smiling expression and realized something. He felt very ill.

n“Song Fei, did you get something on your fingers when you touched my neck just now?” Recently, Song Fei had been very lenient with Yan Jiang. Yan Jiang had almost forgotten just how vicious Song Fei was.

nShe was a demoness who had dared to shoot her admirer from a young age!

nSong Fei smiled mockingly and said leisurely, “You are the first guinea pig to be tested on a newly developed toy. I call it cute and itchy.”

nCute my foot!

nYan Jiang scratched his neck and collarbone vigorously. “Song Fei, give me the antidote. My neck feels terrible.”

nSong Fei shook her head. “I don’t have it.”

nYan Jiang asked, “Really?”

nSong Fei nodded solemnly. “I just developed a poison and have no time to develop an antidote.”

nYan Jiang whispered coquettishly. “Song Fei, you are so vicious. Do you have to take revenge on me just like that after I secretly kissed you? You! I! I…”

n“How are you?” Song Fei looked at Yan Jiang calmly. She didn’t believe that he would dare to hit her.

nYan Jiang was a coward and didn’t have the guts to lay a hand on her.

nYan Jiang suddenly took a step forward, bent down, cupped Song Fei’s cheek, and kissed her while she wasn’t looking. Yan Jiang only let go of Song Fei when that patch of skin at his collarbone started to itch uncontrollably again.

nAs he tickled her, he provoked Song Fei. “Nothing much, I just want to kiss!” This little coward had long turned into a big bad wolf. Not only was he not afraid of her, he even wanted to devour her at all times.

nSong Fei was in a rare daze and didn’t move at all.

nYan Jiang felt much better now that he had won this round. He touched his own lips. The feeling of kissing Song Fei just now was wonderful, soft, and addictive.

nYan Jiang wanted to kiss her again.

nBut when he met Song Fei’s chilly gaze, Yan Jiang didn’t dare to offend her again. Song Fei had been caught off-guard when he kissed her just now. Now that she was alerted, Yan Jiang couldn’t have his way anymore.

nIt was as if looking at Yan Jiang one more time would dirty her eyes, Song Fei turned and left in quick footsteps.

nYan Jiang chased after her in big strides. He walked alongside her and stubbornly said, “I admit that it was my fault for kissing you without your permission. I am willing to be beaten and scolded, but I will do it again.”

nSong Fei snorted. “You’ve grown capable.”

nYan Jiang said, “You said before that boys should be braver. Crying and whining is annoying. I have become braver now. You can’t despise me.”

n“Ha…”

nSong Fei quickened her steps.

nYan Jiang followed her for a few steps and suddenly stopped when he realized something. He looked down at his neck and collarbone. “Why isn’t it itchy anymore?”

nYan Jiang’s heartbeat quickened at the thought of something.

nSong Fei heard footsteps behind her but didn’t slow down. Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm. Song Fei had no choice but to stop. She looked up and met Yan Jiang’s smiling eyes.

nAlthough this person had turned black, he was still handsome and good-looking. Indeed, good-looking people didn’t care about their skin color.

n“I know where the antidote is.” Yan Jiang’s eyes were sparkling as he spoke excitedly.

nSong Fei said, “There’s really no antidote.”

nYan Jiang suddenly leaned forward and kissed Song Fei again. This time, he kissed her very gently and carefully.

nAfter letting go of Song Fei, Yan Jiang leaned his forehead against hers and said in a hoarse voice, “You applied the antidote on your lips, right?” What she applied previously was not lipstick, but the antidote for the itching powder.

nWithin two seconds, Song Fei’s face was completely red.

nSong Fei was still struggling. “I really don’t have it. That itching powder can only last for a few minutes. There’s no antidote.” She would never admit to having an antidote.

nan Jiang already knew that Song Fei didn’t mean what she said. He didn’t believe her explanation at all.

nLooking at Song Fei’s flushed cheeks, Yan Jiang’s heart felt like it was soaked in honey. “Song Fei, you are too adorable.” Song Fei was very vicious and also very adorable.

nSong Fei’s gaze turned cold. “Shut up!”

nBecause of that kiss, Yan Jiang was in a state of excitement the entire afternoon.

nReturning home that night, seeing that Fu Hanshen and the rest were still not back, Yan Jiang called Song Fei into his room and told her mysteriously, “I have something good here.”

nYan Jiang took out a packet of hotpot soup base from under his bed. He said mischievously, “I only brought a few bags and left them for you. I couldn’t bear to take them out until they were gone today.”

nSong Fei stared at the hotpot soup packet in his hands. The ice in her eyes gradually melted, blooming like a blossoming peach tree.

nThere were no ingredients at home except for some meat. Song Fei missed hotpot from her country. She said, “I really want to eat fishballs and spinach.”

n“I will go and buy it for you tomorrow.” He just didn’t know if there were any spinach or fishballs available.

nThe next morning, the two of them went out together. Yan Jiang sent Song Fei to the hospital and watched her enter, before returning to the station to work.

nIn the afternoon, Yan Jiang compiled the analysis data into a report, before pushing a dissected body into the freezer and going for lunch.

nAt this moment, the cell phone in his pocket started vibrating non-stop.

nYan Jiang took off his gloves and washed his hands, before taking out his cell phone. He felt uneasy when he saw that it was Song Fei’s teacher, Fu Hanshen.

nTeacher Fu seldom contacted me. What happened?

nYan Jiang picked up the call. He had just placed the phone to his ear when he heard Fu Hanshen say in a very grave voice, “Yan Jiang, Song Fei is in trouble.”

nYan Jiang’s pupils quivered slightly.

n“What happened?” His voice sounded very calm. If one listened closely, one could hear a slight quiver in his voice.

n“Yesterday, a batch of infected people were discovered in the Rimedes District. Their reactions were slightly different from the other patients, so I sent Song Fei over there to collect their blood for research. Unexpectedly, there was an explosion there, and several buildings were destroyed. The clinic that Song Fei went to was already in ruins…”

nYan Jiang couldn’t hear anything else Fu Hanshen said.

nHis head was buzzing.

nThere was only one thought in his mind —

nHow can Song Fei die!

nHow dare she die?

nHow can she die?

n“Hey, Yan Jiang, are you still listening?” Fu Hanshen’s voice sounded choked.

nYan Jiang suddenly chuckled. “Hehe, Teacher Fu, I am here.”

nThat laughter sent chills down Fu Hanshen’s spine. “Yan Jiang…” How could he smile?

nYan Jiang said, “Teacher Fu, don’t joke around. I will go buy some fishballs and spinach later. Song Fei promised to have hotpot with me tonight. If you are free tonight, come back secretly. Don’t let the other colleagues know.”

nGolden Sands near the equator was hot all year round. But when Fu Hanshen heard Yan Jiang’s words, he felt as if he had fallen into an icehouse. His entire body was ice-cold.

nOh no, Yan Jiang has gone mad!

n“Yan Jiang.” Fu Hanshen tried his best to remain calm. “Wait at the police station. I will drive over to pick you up. We will go and take a look at the scene of the explosion.”

nYan Jiang directly hung up.

nFu Hanshen arrived at the entrance of the police station very quickly. Dressed in a white suit, Yan Jiang stood at the entrance of the police station. He was tall and slender, like an ice sculpture. He was the most beautiful sight in Golden Sands.

nFu Hanshen sat in the car and sized up Yan Jiang.

nYan Jiang was speaking to a colleague. As he spoke, there was a faint smile on his face, which was both demonic and mischievous. Staring at Yan Jiang’s smiling face, Fu Han’s heart clenched tightly.

nFu Hanshen honked.

nYan Jiang turned and saw Fu Hanshen. His eyes froze slightly. “Teacher Fu.” He greeted him with a smile and got into the car.

nHolding back his heartache, Fu Hanshen reminded him in a low voice. “Buckle up your seatbelt. We’re going to the Rimedia District.”

nYan Jiang obediently fastened his seatbelt.

nAlong the way, Yan Jiang was very quiet and even played with his cell phone. Fu Hanshen’s fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly. There were several times when he wanted to stop the car and shake Yan Jiang awake by his shoulders.

nThose who pretended to be asleep were the most pathetic.

nFinally, they arrived at the Rimedia District. Even from afar, Fu Hanshen could see the dirty, bloodied citizens crying on the streets.

nIn the distance, the building that had been destroyed by the bomb was in ruins.

nFu Hanshen didn’t have the courage to go any deeper.

nHe stopped the car and lifted a trembling hand to cover his face. He choked out, “It’s right in front.”

nStaring at the rubble in front of him, Yan Jiang’s calm expression gradually turned grave. His chest rose and fell violently as his breathing quickened.

n“She will be fine.” Yan Jiang comforted himself. “That year, when the entire Bijiang City collapsed, I dug her out. She will not die this time!”

nYan Jiang unbuckled his seatbelt and alighted.

nEveryone else was escaping from the scene, but he was alone, moving against the current.

nThe rubble in front of him was still covered in dust. Yan Jiang coughed the moment he got close to the rubble. His eyes were red and painful from coughing, but he still straightened his back and went deep into the rubble.

nAmidst the debris, broken limbs were strewn everywhere. He also saw some body parts. Someone who was still alive grabbed Yan Jiang’s calf and said in the local language, “Save me!”

nYan Jiang bent down and gently removed his hand. “I can’t save you.”

nHe stood up and walked forward. The floor was filled with patients struggling in pain. He looked straight ahead and walked towards the clinic.

nThe clinic had already been reduced to rubble. The bodies lying on the ground were indistinguishable. Yan Jiang rummaged through the rubble and shouted, “Song Fei!”

n“Ah Fei!”

n“Where are you?”

nNo one answered him.

nYan Jiang’s legs started to tremble. He stumbled as he searched the bodies. This one isn’t her, neither is this…

nSuddenly, his gaze froze.

nHe saw a thin body. She was alone under the rubble, her small black backpack right beside her.

nYan Jiang recognized that outfit. Song Fei was wearing this t-shirt when they left the house this morning.

nSong Fei was dead with an incomplete corpse.

nYan Jiang’s world collapsed instantly. He screamed in pain. “Song Fei!”

nFu Hanshen ran over through the dust. Hearing this gut-wrenching cry of pain, he was stunned and his scalp went numb. Fu Hanshen just stood there, staring in shock at the scene before him.

nHis heart was breaking.

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nIn China.

nInternational Headlines: An explosion took place in the capital of Country J. Massive casualties and many dead. Our country’s research expert on virus research, Ms. Song Fei, unfortunately perished…

nThis piece of news was just one of many. It originally didn’t cause much of a stir, but a hidden hand controlled the public opinion and traffic, quietly pushing this topic to the front page of Sina Weibo.

nOn this day, the elegant lady of the Zheng Family, Zheng Suyue, invited Song Ci to her birthday party. This lady called Zheng Suyue was the lady who met Song Ci and Han Zhan at Old Madam Cheng’s birthday party.

nZheng Suyue was a good friend of Song Ci’s. Zheng Suyue was also invited to Song Ci’s wedding, and she had given her an expensive wedding gift.

nHaving received Zheng Suyue’s birthday invitation, Song Ci naturally had to go.

nA few days ago, at Song Ci and Han Zhan’s wedding, only their closest family and friends were invited. At the banquet, Zheng Suyue and the rest saw Mo Yao, Shen Yubei, Di Rongrong, and the diplomat Jin Luolan all sitting at the groom’s family seats. They knew that Han Zhan was not as ordinary as he looked.

nWhat a joke. Can an ordinary person be family with Asia’s richest woman, an international singer, and a well-known female diplomat?

nObviously, Han Zhan is the mysterious big boss who concealed his identity!

nAll of them were smart people and knew what to say and what not to say. As a result, several days had already passed since the wedding, but there was still no news about what happened at the wedding site.

nApart from her closest friends, no one knew that Song Ci’s Brother Han was a big boss!

nEver since they got married, Song Ci rarely appeared in public. More than a month had passed since she attended Old Madam Cheng’s birthday party.

nThose who weren’t in the know would think that Song Ci had married an ordinary man and led a simple life. They thought that she must have lost all her glory.

nEveryone was curious as to how the top socialite was living now.

nAs soon as Song Ci appeared, she was noticed. “Song Ci is here.” A soft voice attracted the attention of many as they turned to look at the main entrance.

nSong Ci walked leisurely into the Zheng Family’s living room. She was wearing a pink strapless fishtail gown with her long hair in a bun, exposing her forehead and her peerlessly beautiful face.

nSong Ci was only wearing a pair of diamond earrings. Her slender, elegant neck was clean, her prominent collarbone sexy, and her slender waist alluring.

nShe was dazzling, peerlessly gorgeous, and overshadowed all the beauties present.

nUpon seeing this, a beautiful woman pouted and muttered sourly, “Why is she still so beautiful? Didn’t they say that a married woman would be reduced to an ugly duckling by the trifles of daily necessities?” Why did this rule not work on Song Ci?

nAfter the lady finished muttering, she heard Song Ci’s voice. “Wen Shu, what bad things are you saying about me?”

nWen Shu was stunned. She looked up in shock and saw Song Ci standing close to her, her beautiful eyes glowing. She blushed in embarrassment.

nSong Ci suddenly leaned close to Wen Shu and whispered into his ear. “You are wrong. Marriage will never make you ugly. Love ïs nourishing will make you even more beautiful and charming.”

nSong Ci emphasized the word “nourishing”.

nThinking of the interesting things that happened between adults, Wen Shu’s face turned even redder. “You… why are you still so indecent?”

nSong Ci spread out her hands and made a very helpless expression. “I have no choice. In this day and age, serious women aren’t wanted.”

n“Shameless!”

nSong Ci knew that Wen Shu didn’t have any bad intentions and didn’t tease her anymore. She turned and went to look for Zheng Suyue.

nShe chose a pair of jade earrings for Zheng Suyue as her birthday present.

nDue to the influence of her family, Zheng Suyue didn’t like gold and diamonds. She loved jade and gems. Upon receiving Song Ci’s gift, Zheng Suyue was very happy. She immediately took off her ruby earrings and put Song Ci’s ones on.

n“Song Song, did you see today’s Weibo post?”

n“Nope, I’ve been busy the entire time.” Liang Bo had attended a popular singing contest and invited Song Ci to perform for him at the performance hall today.

nSong Ci had gone. Not wanting to expose herself, she had even put on a mask.

nIt was already afternoon by the time they finished recording the show. After having a meal with Liang Bo, she went home to put on makeup and change into a new gown. Even now, she had yet to browse Weibo.

nHearing Zheng Suyue’s question, Song Ci opened her bag to find her phone and asked, “What happened on Weibo again?”

nZheng Suyue looked at her actions and wanted to say something, but didn’t dare to.

nSong Ci frowned at her expression. “Why? Is this related to me?”

nBut Zheng Suyue said, “Did your elder sister Song Fei go to Africa to research the virus?”

nSong Ci never expected Zheng Suyue to mention Song Fei.

nAnxious, she hurriedly said, “That’s right. She went with Yan Jiang. What happened?”

nZheng Suyue’s expression also turned grave. She couldn’t bear to tell Song Ci the truth and gently reminded her. “Song Song, you should look at your own Weibo.”

nSong Ci’s eyelids twitched.

nShe opened her Weibo account and saw that there was a trending topic # Country J’s Capital Explosion #. Behind this topic was the word “Fire”.

nShe forced herself to calm down and clicked on the hottest topic.

nInternational headline: An explosion took place in the capital of Country J, Li Meide. Massive casualties. Our country’s virus research specialist, Ms. Song Fei, unfortunately perished…

nSong Ci’s heart tightened when she saw the words “Virus Specialist Ms. Song”. “How could…” Song Ci couldn’t even hold her phone steady.

nZheng Suyue quickly held her waist and whispered into her ear. “Song Song, there is a detailed update on this Ms. Song in the comments section. Take a look and see if she is your sister. Don’t get it wrong.”

nSong Ci nodded frantically before opening the comments section.

nIn the comments section, the comment with the most likes was:

nAccording to sources, the deceased specialist with the surname Song is called Song Fei. She is the only disciple of our country’s top expert in virology, Mr. Fu Hanshen. She is 22 years old.

nAt the age of 6, Song Fei, who was only 10 years old, was tested to have an IQ of 182. She had a unique eidetic memory.

nMoreover, she also had astonishing talent in the field of chemistry and viruses. When she was 10 years old, Song Fei was personally invited to join the Mensa Club by the chairman of the highly-intelligent club…”

nUnder this comment, countless netizens knelt down and called her big boss.

nSong Ci stared at that long list of information and her mind went blank.

nHow can this be?

nSong Ci suddenly said, “I’ll get going first, Suyue. Let’s meet again another day.”

n“… Okay.”

nSong Ci staggered out of the Zheng Family’s living room. She lost all her poise and composure, attracting the stares of many. After she left the house, she got into her own car.

nWhen the driver, Ah Song, saw that she had come out so quickly and her face was still pale, he thought that Song Ci had been bullied at the Zheng Family and asked fiercely, “Madam, did someone bully you?”

n“No.” Song Ci called as she instructed Ah Song. “Send me to Zeus!”

n“Okay!”

nSong Ci’s hands were trembling as she made the call. Her fingers wavered on Song Fei’s name for a long while, before she closed her eyes and pressed down hard.

nShe couldn’t get through the phone and was repeatedly reminded that the other party was not available. Song Ci’s heart sank as her hands grew colder and colder, and cold sweat broke out on her back.

nShe called Yan Jiang again, but his cell phone was switched off.

nLeft with no choice, Song Ci called Fu Hanshen.

nThe first time, Fu Hanshen didn’t pick up. The second time, Fu Han finally answered the call. “Song Ci.” Fu Hanshen’s tone was sorrowful and heavy, making Song Ci’s heart race.

n“Teacher Fu, where is my elder sister? Why can’t I get through to her?” Song Ci asked in a roundabout manner but didn’t dare to ask him: Was the person who died my elder sister?

nFu Hanshen rubbed his moist eyes and seemed to sob before saying, “I’m sorry Song Ci, I’m useless. I lost your elder sister and I can’t bring her home anymore!” With that, Fu Hanshen started crying bitterly on the other end of the phone.

nSong Ci listened in shock, her heart numb with pain.

nHalf a second later, the cell phone fell from Song Ci’s hand to the bottom of the car. She bit the back of her hand and cried silently.

nSeeing Song Ci’s tears, Ah Song was at a loss. Ah Song had a dumb mouth and didn’t know how to comfort Song Ci. He stepped on the accelerator and sped up towards Zeus.

nThe car stopped in front of Zeus Building. Song Ci alighted from the car with reddened eyes. She looked up and saw a tall figure standing in front of Zeus Building.

nSong Ci sprinted over and threw herself into Han Zhan’s arms.

n“Han Zhan!” Song Ci cried as she slipped out of his arms. “My elder sister is dead. She’s dead!”

nHan Zhan held her arm and finally lost his calm voice. “Baby Ci, get up.”

n“Song Fei is dead!”

n“Song Fei doesn’t want me anymore!”

n“She’s dead—”

nSong Ci cried so bitterly that she nearly fainted in Han Zhan’s arms.

nHan Zhan pulled her into his arms. “Song Ci, calm down. You can’t collapse!”

nSong Ci was crying so hard that she couldn’t hear Han Zhan at all. In the end, she still fainted in his arms and lost consciousness.

nHan Zhan carried Song Ci back to the office and placed her on the small bed.

nLi Li heard from the secretary that Mrs. Han had fainted and was carried back to the office by Mr. Han. Worried about Song Ci’s health, Li Li hurried over to Han Zhan’s office to greet her.

nLi Li looked at Song Ci lying unconscious on the bed with tears streaming down her face. He frowned. “What happened to your wife?”

nHan Zhan stood by the window with his hands on his hips. “Song Fei is dead.”

nLi Li paled. “How…”

n“It’s true. She died in an explosion.”

nHearing this, Li Li was stunned.

nLooking at Song Ci’s tear-streaked face, Li Li couldn’t help feeling worried. “What should Madam do? She waited so long for her elder sister to wake up. It has only been a few months since the reunion and Song Fei is already dead…”

nThis is bringing her to heaven and then kicking her back to hell!

nIt’s too cruel!

nHan Zhan sat on the sofa in frustration and remained silent.

nLi Li was very worried about Song Ci, and advised Han Zhan not to come to work tomorrow. “You should spend more time with your wife. Don’t let her be alone. I’m afraid she might take things too hard.”

n“Of course.” Han Zhan couldn’t just leave all his work behind. He said to Li Li, “KT Consortium’s Long Zhize will arrive at Wangdong tomorrow afternoon and will be visiting the Zeus spaceship research and development center. Li Li, you go receive him on my behalf.”

n“Okay.”

nSong Ci had been in a daze for several days after Song Fei’s death.

nOn this day, dark clouds covered the blue sky. The dark sky looked like it was going to fall at any moment, suffocating everyone.

nSong Ci sat by the French window and scrolled through her conversation with Song Fei. Although she didn’t cry again, she looked very frail.

nHan Zhan draped a windbreaker over her and turned off her phone screen.

nSong Ci didn’t move. She was like a wooden statue.

n“Baby Ci.” Han Zhan held her cold fingers and told her, “Today is the day of the return of the overseas citizens of J Nation…” Han Zhan saw Song Ci’s eyes roll a few times and said,” It’s also the day of Song Fei’s return. We have to fetch her. ”

nSong Ci nodded gently.

n“Okay.”

nToday, a group of reporters had arrived at the airport and their cameras were all focused on the exit.

nTen minutes later, the citizens of Country J were about to emerge. It was said that the ashes of the virus specialist, Ms. Song Fei, would also arrive today. The reporters all wanted to capture this heart-wrenching scene.

nSong Ci stood with all the family members, quietly gazing at the exit. Some of the reporters recognized Song Ci and felt that it was strange.

nFootsteps and voices suddenly sounded from the other side of the corridor. Everyone looked up and saw a group of people emerging. There were men and women, young and old.

nReturning to the country and stepping on Chinese soil, these Chinese citizens who had just experienced a life-and-death situation finally smiled in relief.

nAfter smiling, they felt like crying.

nWhat is a country?

nTheir country was the father of 1.4 billion Chinese citizens. When one was faced with a storm outside, he would be your safe haven. With the country by one’s side, one would never drift around without anyone to depend on.

nThe family members found their families and ran up to hug them. Some were crying, some were cheering. The reporters were busy snapping photos. The happy scene was heartwarming.

nBut soon, another group of people appeared and disrupted the peace. They were a group of doctors. The oldest among them was in his fifties or sixties, while the youngest was in his thirties.

nThe man in the lead was the most outstanding virus specialist in China, Fu Hanshen.

nFu Hanshen was holding a small black box.

nThe reporters hurried forward to interview Fu Hanshen. He told them a few things and said, “Let’s end the interview today. We are very tired and want to go back and rest.”

n“Mr. Fu, you guys have worked hard. After you return to the country, have a good rest.” The reporters were all very sensible and hurriedly retreated in unison.

nHolding Song Fei’s ashes in his hands, Fu Hanshen scanned the family area and finally fixed his eyes on the back of the crowd.

nThere was a woman in a black coat weeping silently.

nOn the day her parents were buried, Song Ci also dressed in black and buried them all by herself. From that day onwards, black became Song Ci’s most hated color.

nSong Ci walked out from the back of the crowd and stood in front of Fu Hanshen. She stared at his haggard face and said, “Teacher Fu, sorry to trouble you.”

nShe placed her hands on Song Fei’s ashes and touched that cold container. Song Ci was heartbroken at the thought that the proud Song Fei had become ashes in this container.

n“Elder Sister, Teacher Fu brought you back to the country. Now, I will bring you home.”

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