Chapter 202

As soon as Ling Wu left, Ye Ti looked at the lab technicians in white lab coats beside him and spoke, a rare occurrence for him:

“I can tell you how to defend against invasions by other interstellar citizens, but you must let me see her one last time.”

His voice was dry and hoarse, but to the researchers it sounded like heavenly music.

They hesitated, but finally shook their heads. "Although we are very interested, we are sorry, we need to ask Ms. Duan's opinion first."

“She’ll agree.” No one cares more about these carbon-based life forms than her.

The laboratory door was closed, and Ye Ti lay comfortably, with what appeared to be a beautiful figure amidst the snow-white surroundings.

The warm orange hue filling the sky is truly beautiful.

——

"Has Zhenzhen's cake arrived yet?"

"It's here, but..." Jiang Du's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, "but this year's birthday celebration might just be for you alone, Madam."

"I know." Ling Wu looked out the car window, her voice neither disappointed nor sad.

Outside the car window, the scenery rushing past is gone forever.

"Madam's mother just contacted me and said... she wants to celebrate your birthday, but I haven't replied to her yet."

"Reject it."

"Is Madam going to the Jiang family?"

“Huijingyuan”.

"Yes, madam."

After those words were spoken, there was no further sound from inside the car.

Jiang Du saw the beauty with her eyes slightly closed through the rearview mirror, and he felt an indelible heartache in his heart.

The genes that He Tinglan and He Tingyao carry in their bones cannot be changed no matter how much they are cared for later in life.

And the one who found it hardest to accept all of this, apart from the lady, was no one else.

Jingyuan.

Jiang Du followed Ling Wu with a birthday cake, but downstairs he saw a man he hadn't seen in a long time.

He Cheng was still wearing a dark suit, but his handsome face looked increasingly haggard, and his once cold but clear eyes had become cloudy.

He looked exhausted and haggard.

He stood at the doorway, and the moment he saw Ling Wu, he hurriedly began to explain:

"Lingwu, don't send me away yet. I just want to see if you're doing well. The way Tinglan and Tingyao turned out is not something we can decide, so don't be sad. I'll ask someone to help them..." But as he spoke, he became less and less confident.

Ling Wu waited a while before asking indifferently, "Has Mr. He finished speaking?"

The more indifferent Ling Wu was to this matter, the more difficult it was for He Cheng to suppress the guilt in his heart.

His heart clenched. "I'm sorry, it's all my fault for not educating them properly."

He never imagined that his son and daughter, whom he had watched grow up, would turn into murderers!

He couldn't believe that he had lived in the He family, a place filled with the remains of his own kind, for so many years without ever knowing it.

What he dared not even think about was how heartbroken the person who loved his two children the most must be at this moment…

Ling Wu didn't speak, but Jiang Du understood her meaning. As Ling Wu took a step, Jiang Du stepped forward to stop He Cheng.

Jiang Du, carrying a cake in one hand, used the other to block He Cheng, who was trying to catch up with Ling Wu.

Years of smoking and drinking had emptied He Cheng's body, but even with 70% of his strength, he couldn't make Jiang Du retreat a single step.

"Mr. He, you'd better not waste your energy," Jiang Du said coldly.

Ever since his wife left the He family, and He Cheng began to spend his days smoking and drinking, he has been spending a lot of time working out, all for this moment.

"Get out of the way!" He Cheng roared.

"As long as I am here, no one who does not wish to get close to Madam will be able to approach her even a step closer."

Who do you think you are?

He Cheng roared and threw a punch at Jiang Du.

Jiang Du easily dodged the kick, then immediately kicked He Cheng in the back of the knee, causing He Cheng to stagger and kneel on the ground.

Jiang Du first glanced at the cake in his hand, and only when he confirmed that the cake was intact did his tense heart relax.

"What am I?" he said in a flat tone, without a trace of pity. "I am Madam's private butler. I think Mr. He understands the word 'private'."

Jiang Du lowered his eyes, his voice neither sad nor happy, "Madam is not in a good mood right now, and if Madam is in a bad mood, I will be in a bad mood too. If you don't want to crawl back to the He family, you'd better get out of here while I'm not in such a bad mood...

Li Zhenzhen said that the cake in her hand is best eaten within two hours, after which the taste will be affected.

After thinking it over, Jiang Du gave him a rare reminder: "While the matter between He Tinglan and He Tingyao hasn't been made public yet, there might still be room for maneuver."

However, if the lady were to go, there might still be room for maneuver.

But Hecheng...

Pshaw, who does he think he is?

Jiang Du turned and strode away, leaving He Cheng standing there with a flushed face, pondering Jiang Du's last words.

After a long while, he struggled to his feet, leaning against the wall, pondering the word "turnaround point." Suddenly, he thought of something and immediately took out his phone to dial.

After hanging up the phone, he looked up at the tall building, then turned and left, his steps firm and decisive.

Standing on the balcony, Ling Wu turned around indifferently, "You sent him to try and build connections?"

Jiang Du, who was unpacking a cake, immediately stopped and bowed respectfully upon hearing this, saying, "Yes, Madam."

He didn't offer any further explanation, because what's done is done. Whether it was to avenge his wife or to help her crush the He family in one fell swoop, it all came down to his own selfish motives.

“Sometimes being too smart can be exhausting.” Ling Wu shook her head with a smile and stepped forward to remove the cake box that Jiang Du had half-torn apart.

She inserted the candle, lit it, and blew it out.

Jiang Du stood to the side, witnessing this scene, and felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.

In previous years, He Tingyao, He Tinglan, and the shameless Jiang Zhi would gather together to sing her a birthday song.

"Happy birthday, Madam," Jiang Du said softly.

After Ling Wu nodded, he turned and left.

He slowly closed the door, and even as the gap grew smaller, his gaze remained fixed on the smiling woman sitting on the sofa.

Not only should you have a happy birthday,

May you be happy every day, my lady.

The sound of the door closing did not draw Ling Wu's attention.

Sitting next to Lingwu was Duan Lingwu, who had been brought to the human world by Lingwu and was holding a cake.

Ling Wu's eyes were gentle. "There's still over a year left. Once everything is settled, I'll show you the world. Are you willing?"

Duan Lingwu, who didn't understand why she, as a spirit, could eat human food, nodded upon hearing this.

Blood and tears dripped onto the cake, but she ignored them and swallowed them bite by bite.

Since her grandfather passed away, no one has celebrated her birthday anymore.

The spirits in the underworld always urged her to reincarnate, but even after she ran so far in her second life, she still couldn't escape their clutches.

They were impeccably dressed, they did charity work, and they were praised by the world as great philanthropists.

She sank to the bottom of the lake, watching her dreams and her grandfather's wishes slowly disappear along with her resentment.

"A birthday cake that belongs to you is definitely the sweetest."