The room was enveloped in an awkward atmosphere.
Song Shiwei gathered her composure and, with forced calm, approached and took the item from Shifei’s hand, tossing it into the trash bin, "Why keep this? Just throw it away."
Shifei cast his eyes down at her action, and after Song Shiwei threw the condom into the trash bin, he unexpectedly blurted out, "Sister Shiwei, my ’hardware’ is superior to his."
Song Shiwei was fanning herself, attempting to cool her heated cheeks, and didn’t quite grasp his remark. She asked reflexively, "What ’hardware’?"
Shifei silently glanced at the trash bin where she had just discarded the condom.
As an adult who had heard plenty of off-color jokes in prison, Song Shiwei got the hint imdiately. She almost instinctively wanted to glance at a certain place but managed to restrain herself.
Song Shiwei: "..."
Oh, the agony.
She looked at Shifei with so surprise, "Are you making a dirty joke with ?"
Confusion shadowed Shifei’s eyes and brows, "What is making a dirty joke? I am rely stating a fact."
Song Shiwei looked closely at him, and realized, he was serious.
Indeed, it wasn’t a dirty joke.
In that instant, her cheeks flared red, smoke nearly billowing from her head. Song Shiwei, shivering, pointed at Shifei and bit out, "Shifei the Fatty! Go pack your things!"
Shifei looked at her, perplexed, not understanding why she was suddenly angry, even calling out his childhood nickna.
But that didn’t stop him from obediently acknowledging with a soft "oh," and turning around to dutifully continue packing her scattered toiletries.
Song Shiwei sat on the bed, raised her hand to touch her burning forehead, muttered a curse under her breath, and sped up the pace of packing.
No, no, she couldn’t continue to be in Shifei’s company. She needed to find He Miao quickly, to calm her nerves.
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anwhile, elsewhere.
Shen Yanhe and Feng Jiao had already boarded the plane; their seats were together.
As Feng Jiao fastened her seatbelt, she turned to Shen Yanhe with raised eyebrows, "Strange, isn’t your man coming with you?"
"He’s got so business to deal with at the company, he won’t be free these next few days." Shen Yanhe took out two eye masks from her handbag, handed one to Feng Jiao with apparent nonchalance, and asked, "Any trace of the Immortal organization?"
Taking the eye mask and placing it on her lap, Feng Jiao pulled out a lipstick and a small mirror, and began to touch up her lipstick, saying as she did so, "Not at the mont, but I did catch wind of a little rumor."
"The chief of those web guys is also going to Jing City this ti. Rumor has it he’s looking for soone."
Shen Yanhe’s eyebrows furrowed, a hint of annoyance on her face, "I thought that guy had gone into seclusion for convalescence?"
"Not sure, probably because the person he’s looking for is quite important to him," Feng Jiao clicked the lipstick shut, turned her head towards Shen Yanhe, and earnestly admonished, "If you bump into him this ti, you better restrain yourself."
"Restrain?" Shen Yanhe let out a scoff, "That’s impossible."
"That guy robbed of precious herbs three tis, interrupted and sabotaged my missions twice, almost making it impossible for to return alive to 094. He then disappeared without a trace, denying my chance for revenge."
With a faint smile, Shen Yanhe’s eyes sparked with a sharp light, "The mont he shows his face, how could I possibly let him go?"
This ti, she had to teach him a lesson! Let that bastard know why the flower is so red!
Feng Jiao: "..."
Has she forgotten that if she confronts the chief of the web, there’s no way Xiang Ling’an would remain in the dark about it?
Forget it.
Watching Shen Yanhe’s eager, warlike deanor, Feng Jiao sighed internally.
As long as she is happy, it’s not necessary to care about her life or death.
Just as Shen Yanhe was about to put on her eye mask and catch up on so well-needed sleep, an astonished voice suddenly ca through, "Miss Shen? What a coincidence, I didn’t expect to bump into you here."
Shen Yanhe paused, lifted her head, and saw Lin Yinyin, pulling her suitcase and walking down the aisle.
Lin Yinyin stopped beside Shen Yanhe, her face wearing a smile, looking down at her condescendingly, "Miss Shen is also going to Jing city to attend the dical conference?"
Lin Yinyin was also setting off for Jing city today to attend the dical conference.
Because she found out from Li Kuo that Dr. YM’s first stop would be at the Jing city dical conference, she got an invitation through his connections.
However, bumping into Shen Yanhe on the plane, and recalling her dical abilities, Lin Yinyin asked tentatively.
Shen Yanhe responded indifferently with a hum, toying with her eye mask in hand, "Is there sothing else?"
Lin Yinyin raised her eyebrows in surprise, not expecting Shen Yanhe to be attending the dical conference too.
Imdiately, a look of contempt flashed through her eyes.
The invitees of the Jing city dical conference were all well-known and prestigious dical experts from Daxia. With Shen Yanhe being a diocre doctor from the countryside, she probably couldn’t even get into the center of the conference venue.
Lin Yinyin’s smile remained the sa, offering kindly, "The dical conference in Jing city is quite prestigious, Miss Shen. Do you have an invitation? Without it, you can’t enter the central venue and would only be able to stay outside."
"However, if Miss Shen needs it, I could bring you in, considering Mr. Fu’s regard."
Feng Jiao’s eyebrows lifted slightly as she glanced at Lin Yinyin.
Oh, ho.
Another woman interested in Yanyan’s husband.
Shen Yanhe’s expression remained unchanged, one hand propping up her chin, she drawled lazily, "No need, thank you for your kindness, Miss Lin."
She yawned, her voice tinged with a hint of listlessness, "Is there anything else? If not, I’m going to rest. The plane is about to take off too, so please return to your seat, Miss Lin."
This nonchalant deanor greatly displeased Lin Yinyin.
A shadow crossed her eyes, she nodded slightly towards Shen Yanhe, with her smile fading a bit, "Alright, if you need help later, you can call on ."
Lin Yinyin walked a few steps back and found her seat to sit down in.
After she sat down and looked up again, Shen Yanhe had already put on her eye mask and was resting.
Lin Yinyin’s gaze turned cold, she took out her phone and sent a ssage to Li Kuo with her estimated ti of arrival, then turned off her phone.
It’s good for Shen Yanhe to attend the dical conference.
When that ti cos, it would be perfect for Shen Yanhe to clearly see the gap between them!
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Jing city.
This ti, the dical conference was held at Jing city Central Hospital.
Many dical professors and doctors from other hospitals, upon learning that Dr. YM would be attending, rushed to Jing city. The organizers paid significant attention to this conference as well.
As soon as they received news of Dr. YM’s plane landing, the organizers imdiately dispatched people to the airport to pick him up.
Li Kuo had just inquired about the landing ti of Dr. YM’s plane when he received the WeChat ssage from Lin Yinyin.
He was initially surprised to see the identical tis and quickly sent her a ssage.
[Yinyin, you and Dr. YM have the sa flight landing ti, it’s highly likely you were on the sa plane as the doctor.]
Unfortunately, Lin Yinyin had already turned off her phone and didn’t hear the voice ssage Li Kuo sent her.
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