In those days, there were always some people who were willing to risk their lives to protect their ideals.

Xiao Wuxin is such a person, and so is Cheng Muyun.

So when Cheng Yuguang saw the unwavering determination in Cheng Muyun's eyes, he knew that any further persuasion would be in vain.

He couldn't stop him in the end, so he simply let him be.

Every generation has its own responsibilities and paths to walk. Cheng Muyun was convinced that it was the right thing for him to do, and no matter how hard others tried, they could not change his stubbornness.

Cheng Muyun spent the entire day in the military camp, from the first light of dawn to the fall of dusk. He and several trusted adjutants sat around the table, breaking down and analyzing every detail repeatedly, and finally finalized a detailed action plan.

He always liked the feeling of being in complete control, as if every piece on the chessboard could be placed according to his wishes. Therefore, his plan included almost all possible variables—even the most extreme cases were not overlooked.

For example, if he fails and ends up dying, where should Xu Zhuohua go? After careful consideration, Chen Hede seems to be the safest option at the moment.

As night deepened, the car drove smoothly toward the secret station. The street scene outside the window rushed past under the dim streetlights. Cheng Muyun leaned back in the back seat, his fingertips lightly tapping his knees, but his thoughts involuntarily fell on Chen Hede.

He knew better than anyone that there was no foolproof plan in this world, and having a backup plan would make his progress less of a hindrance.

To be honest, he didn't entirely agree with some of Chen Hede's actions, and often felt that the other party was too rigid and lacked room for maneuver.

However, it cannot be denied that Chen Hede is a decent person at heart, and his resilience and kindness, which he has honed through his struggles at the bottom, cannot be hidden.

Aside from his relentless ruthlessness towards Liang Shaozun, he almost never provoked anyone else. It was precisely because of this that he was able to climb out of the mire step by step, and even a proud figure like Zhu Zhishui was willing to entrust his daughter to him.

What reassured Cheng Muyun the most was Chen Hede's unspoken feelings for Xu Zhuohua.

The concern hidden in those eyes cannot be hidden from those who are observant.

In that case, if it really comes to that, Chen Hede will definitely protect Xu Zhuohua and will never let her suffer any injustice.

Thinking of this, Cheng Muyun slightly loosened his tightly pursed lips. The wind outside the car window brought the coolness of the night, blowing the stray hairs on his forehead, but it could not dispel the determination that had already been made in his eyes.

In Cheng Muyun's mind, there is no constraint of being with one person for life. He only has eyes for Xu Zhuohua, whom he pursued with great difficulty. Therefore, he will not shift his attention to anyone else.

She didn't know what kind of education Xu Zhuohua had received, and she didn't mind that Xu Zhuohua had fallen into Chen Hede's arms.

His love was not about possession, but about letting go.

When I met Xu Zhuohua, the sun had just set.

Xu Zhuohua was buried in a large pear wood table, her fingertips clumsily manipulating the abacus beads. The clattering sound of the beads was chaotic, as if they were competing with her.

Standing straight beside the table was a middle-aged man in a dark blue short jacket, Chen Jianghai, the person in charge of the Xinhaicheng station. He had his hands behind his back, his eyes were on the ledger, and he would occasionally look up at Xu Zhuohua with a hint of expectation on his lips.

Come to think of it, the last time the two of them interacted was when they tricked Miyata, which was more than a year ago.

At that time, Chen Jianghai was just the regional head of the Yangtze River Basin. Now, when we meet again, the burden on his shoulders has long been changed to the title of the overall head of Xinhai City, and his brows have also gained a sense of composure in overall planning.

"Master Chen, I really don't know how to use this abacus." Xu Zhuohua stopped what he was doing, rubbed his fingertips on the cool abacus beads, and said with a hint of helplessness in his voice.

She was already intimidated by these beaded things, and now, facing a page full of densely packed numbers, she felt even more overwhelmed.

Chen Jianghai, however, was unwilling to let her off easily.

Long ago, when he heard about Xu Zhuohua's achievements in adjusting the transportation efficiency of the Dongxing South Line, he admired the girl's intelligence from the bottom of his heart and had always wanted to ask her to help organize his messy warehouses.

When he heard the news of Xu Zhuohua's accident a while ago, he sighed and lamented for several days while looking at the account book, thinking that he had lost a wonderful person who could solve the problem.

Now that she's standing here perfectly fine, and given that she can't go out freely for the time being, this has truly presented him with an opportunity.

“Young Miss, why don’t you give me the numbers and I’ll do the abacus calculation?” Chen Jianghai took a half step forward, his eagerness barely concealed, but his tone was extremely gentle.

Xu Zhuohua glanced up at the ledgers piled on the table, almost taller than a person. The labels "Type A" and "Type B" on the covers made her dizzy. She felt as if the numbers on the paper had come alive and were spinning around in circles.

"Manager Chen, please spare me." She shrank back with a bitter face. "I'm a liberal arts student and I've always been terrible at math. The volume of transactions in and out of these warehouses has already confused me."

Chen Jianghai had finally gotten a chance, so he wasn't about to give in.

He moved forward a little further, a sincere look on his face: "Miss, you know I'm old and not very knowledgeable. How can I compare to your sharp mind? Ever since I took over this business in Xinhai City, the stations are still the same. The goods I receive are piled up like mountains, and I can't even remember the goods I ship. I'm so anxious that I can't sleep at night."

Xu Zhuohua was at a loss after what he said. She reached up and scratched the back of her head, feeling a throbbing sensation in her temples. In her daze, she could even hear the sound of white hairs "sizzling" out of her head.

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