Ling Yue, living in the interstellar era, was caught in an explosion caused by a neighboring scientific madman and was transported to the Blue Star in the 1960s, a time of devastation, internal str...
Thinking about it, Xiangzhong continued, "Lingyue, you have your own plans for your work, we all know that. Today, I want to ask you, do you have any thoughts on your own life?"
Ling Yue blinked in confusion. Life?
"My life is pretty good right now. As long as I have a place to eat and an office to do research, I'm fine. I don't have high expectations."
Xiangzhong raised his hand: "That's not what I'm talking about."
Sister Wu smiled and said, "What Xiangzhong is talking about is whether you have any requirements for your significant other, or whether you have someone you like now."
Ling Yue was stunned for a moment, then reacted without any embarrassment on her face.
"No."
The two looked at each other, and Sister Wu said, "You are nineteen years old this year. It's time to think about your future."
Sister Wu handed Ling Yue the photos Xiangzhong had given her. "These are all young talents who have been vetted. They're very nice people with stable jobs. Would you like to take a look?"
Ling Yue looked down and saw a dozen two-centimeter photos placed in front of her. However, she only took a glance, then retracted her gaze and pushed the photos towards Sister Wu.
"No, I know that my elder sister and Uncle Xiangzhong are good to me, but I have already planned my future, and I don't intend to let other people or other things disrupt my plans."
Xiangzhong frowned tightly. "I personally believe that work and life should not be mixed. Work must be done, but love still needs to be pursued."
Ling Yue shook her head, thought for a moment, and said, "In economics, it is believed that businessmen aim to make profits, while in sociology, all people are categorized as businessmen."