Chapter 142 His Little Girl Has a Secret

The delegation members lined up in a loose queue and stepped onto the gangway one by one.

Gu Baobao followed behind Huo Zheng, stepping upwards.

At the cabin door, she glanced back subconsciously.

The morning mist is dissipating, and the outline of the capital city in the distance is gradually becoming clear in the dawn light.

Once you leave, you don't know what the future holds.

"Watch out for the steps."

Lu Zhanming's deep voice came from beside him.

He had caught up with her without her noticing, his arm hovering behind her side, ready to support her at any moment.

Gu Baobao nodded, looked away, and walked into the cabin.

The cabin has been modified to be more spacious than a regular passenger plane, and the seats are comfortable soft chairs.

Gu Baobao and Huo Zheng were seated at the front, next to several leaders and core members.

Lu Zhanming was seated diagonally behind Gu Baobao, across an aisle. From this angle, he could clearly see her profile and the situation in front of her.

The plane taxied, lifted off, and soared into the sky with a tremendous roar.

As she felt a sense of weightlessness, Gu Baobao gripped the armrests of the seat slightly.

Outside the window, the earth recedes rapidly, houses and roads become miniature models, and are eventually replaced by a vast sea of ​​clouds.

The flight has entered a stable state.

At first, there were some hushed conversations and the sound of turning over documents in the cabin, but gradually it quieted down.

Long flights are tiring, and many people begin to close their eyes and rest.

Gu Baobao is not asleep.

She leaned back in her chair, gazing out the window at the endless, swirling clouds that looked like cotton wool, her thoughts drifting away.

In her past life, taking international flights was a regular occurrence for her, whether to attend academic conferences or to provide medical assistance.

But this time, my feelings were completely different.

They are no longer simply doctors or scholars, but national representatives with a clear mission.

She subtly adjusted her posture, and in her coat pocket, her fingers touched a hard object—the self-defense spray made from a bamboo tube.

In an even more concealed pocket, there were several packets of contact powder.

Hopefully... we won't need it.

Lu Zhanming did not rest either.

His gaze was mostly fixed on the quiet figure in front of him, occasionally glancing at the other people in the cabin or observing the outside situation through the porthole.

He noticed that from the moment Gu Baobao boarded the plane until now, apart from the initial slight tension, she quickly regained a composure beyond her years.

She didn't look around curiously, nor did she seem anxious about the long flight. Even when the flight attendants brought her drinks and snacks, her thanks and the way she accepted them were so natural and appropriate.

This kind of composure is definitely not something a country girl should have when she's traveling far from home for the first time, let alone going abroad for the first time.

Lu Zhanming's gaze deepened.

His baby has a secret.

Perhaps, like the origin of her medical skills, she harbors a hidden past.

But he didn't want to ask any further questions, at least not now.

He believed that one day, she would be willing to tell him.

Now, all he needs to do is protect her.

His gaze swept over the section of her fair nape exposed after she pulled her hair up, then quickly moved away, forcing himself to look at the safety plan manual in his hand.

After the clouds disperse, the moon shines bright.

He silently repeated the sentence to himself.

Just as the silver eagle swept across the Eurasian continent, in distant Paris, on the banks of the Seine, a conversation was taking place in a historic stone building with an understated exterior but an extremely luxurious interior.

The heavy oak door was tightly closed and provided good sound insulation.

The room was covered with expensive Persian carpets, and real firewood crackled in the fireplace, dispelling the damp chill of late autumn in Paris.

The air was filled with the strange scent of cigar tobacco, old parchment scrolls, and a faint cologne.

Chen Yongkang sat in a high-backed velvet sofa, his back straight, his hands on his knees, trying to appear calm.

The suit he was wearing was a new one he bought after coming ashore. The material was good, but it always looked a bit awkward and out of place on him.

Behind the large desk opposite, sat a white man around fifty years old.

The man had meticulously combed gray hair, deep-set eyes with sharp blue eyes like a hawk, a high nose, thin lips, and a habitually downturned mouth that gave him a condescending and scrutinizing air.

He wore a well-tailored dark blue velvet morning robe and toyed with an unlit Cuban cigar in his hand.

The very person the captain of the Starfish mentioned, Reid Lavoisier, was ostensibly the owner of several multinational trading companies, but in reality, he controlled a force operating in the gray area.

International leaders with a keen sense of opportunity and a strong desire to acquire high-profit emerging technologies, especially pharmaceuticals.

Mr. Chen,

Lavoisier began speaking in English with a heavy French accent; his pace was slow, but every word carried weight.

"The records you provided regarding Lingzhi, oh, Ms. Gu Baobao's behavior, are very interesting. They show that she is focused on her work, quick-witted, and has strict requirements for the details of the process, truly possessing the qualities of a top-notch R&D personnel. However..."

He paused, the cigar twirling between his fingers:

"That's not enough. We need more specifics. Her core technology, her weaknesses, her interpersonal relationships, and especially... does she really possess a medical formula ahead of its time, as the report claims?"

Chen Yongkang's Adam's apple bobbed, and his palms were slightly sweaty.

"Mr. Lavoisier, she keeps the core formula very secret; only she knows the complete version."

At the pharmaceutical factory in the provincial capital, we also tried to get in touch with the production line, but... we failed, and we even lost one person.

He omitted the details of his disheveled escape.

“However, we brought someone else with us. She might be able to offer some…different kind of help.”

"oh?"

Lavoisier raised one eyebrow, seemingly showing some interest.

"The wife you mentioned before? The woman who's supposedly also skilled in medicine?"

"Yes."

Chen Yongkang nodded, feeling somewhat relieved.

"Her name is Su Xiaoyu, but now... she calls herself Gu Ningbao. She says she is Gu Baobao's enemy, comes from the same place, and knows some of the medical skills that Gu Baobao knows."

"Gu Ningbao? An enemy?"

A hint of amusement flashed in Lavoisier's blue eyes.

“That sounds like a bad story. Let her in.”