Chapter 143 The net of interest or malice has been cast.

The door was pushed open, and Gu Ningbao walked in.

She changed into a dress provided by Lavoisier's staff, which was in line with the current Parisian fashion. The dress was elegant in color and well-tailored, barely concealing her petty and stingy appearance that was out of place in the luxurious environment, as well as her thinness due to long-term malnutrition.

She also applied a little makeup to her face, which concealed her haggard appearance.

She tried hard to imitate the gait of high-society women she had seen in movies, but the calculating and restless look in her eyes was hard to completely hide.

"Hello, Mr. Lavoisier."

When she spoke, she was surprisingly fluent in English, though with an accent, her vocabulary and grammar were quite accurate.

This was another astonishing and delightful inheritance she received after transmigrating, besides her medical memories. The original owner of the body, Su Xiaoyu, actually possessed a remarkable talent for languages.

In addition, her previous life as a member of a family of doctors had exposed her to a lot of foreign language materials. The combination of these two factors allowed her to quickly master the language.

A flicker of surprise crossed Lavoisier's eyes. He gestured for Gu Ningbao to sit down.

"Ms. Gu Ningbao? I heard you are skilled in medicine? And that you have some... connection with that Ms. Gu Baobao we are interested in?"

Lavoisier leaned back in his chair, his tone inquisitive.

Gu Ningbao's hands, resting on her lap, tightened slightly, but her face revealed a perfectly timed expression, tinged with sadness and resentment:

“Yes, Mr. Lavoisier. Gu Baobao and I... come from the same family lineage. But she used some underhanded means to steal the resources and glory that should have belonged to me, driving me to the brink of despair.”

She fabricated a story, half-truthfully, applying the grudges from her past life to the present.

"As for medical skills, I do know them. Although I may not be as well-versed in certain aspects as she is, some ancient prescriptions and conditioning methods that I have mastered are equally valuable in this era."

She was prepared, taking out several sheets of paper from her handbag. On them, written in both Chinese and English, were several simplified but seemingly quite sophisticated medicinal diet recipes and health tips, as well as a herbal poultice for treating a mild skin infection.

These were all recipes she had recorded in her previous life, relatively safe and not prone to errors. She had improved them by removing the most essential ingredients, but they still looked quite convincing.

Lavoisier took it and examined it carefully.

He doesn't understand traditional Chinese medicine, but he has people who do.

The names of the medicinal herbs in the prescription and the reasoning behind their combination do not appear to be fabricated.

"That's interesting."

Lavoisier set the paper aside, his gaze returning to Gu Ningbao's face with scrutiny.

"You say you're her enemy, and you want revenge?"

"Yes."

Gu Ningbao nodded without hesitation, her eyes sharpening.

"I don't want her to succeed so easily, I don't want to see her standing on the pedestal. If... if Mr. Lavoisier needs her skills,"

Or if you want to cause her some trouble, I think I can offer some advice, or even... do something myself.

Her bluntness and undisguised malice made Lavoisier narrow his eyes slightly.

This woman, unlike Chen Yongkang, is not as cautious and cunning, but her resentment and eagerness to demonstrate her worth may be easier to exploit.

"very good."

Lavoisier said slowly,

"Ms. Gu Ningbao, I see your sincerity. You can stay for now. As for how much of a role you can play, that depends on your performance in the future."

He looked at Chen Yongkang.

"Mr. Chen, your task remains the same: cooperate with our people to observe Gu Baobao closely during the exhibition and gather all possible information."

Especially her interpersonal interactions, behavioral habits, and whether she has any particular... quirks or weaknesses. Understand?

"Understood, Mr. Lavoisier."

Chen Yongkang bowed his head and replied.

"As for you, Ms. Gu Ningbao,"

Lavoisier tapped the prescriptions on his fingertips.

“I will have someone verify the effectiveness of these remedies. If they prove useful, we might be able to… cooperate more deeply. Now, you can leave. Someone will arrange your accommodations.”

After the two left the room, Lavoisier picked up the intercom and gave a few instructions.

After hanging up, he walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the Seine River flowing outside and the spire of the Eiffel Tower in the distance.

“Gu Baobao…Gu Ningbao…”

He murmured the two names, a cold, hunter-like smile playing on his lips.

"The secrets of Eastern medicine... are becoming more and more intriguing. I hope this trip to France will bring me plenty of surprises."

The special plane passed through the clouds and continued westward.

The cabin lights were dimmed, and most passengers were asleep, their breathing even.

Gu Baobao was also a little sleepy, but she forced herself to stay awake. She took out her notebook and pen and, by the dim light of the reading lamp, continued to organize the professional terms and presentation points that she might need.

As Lu Zhanming looked at her slender back and her slightly lowered profile filled with focus, the soft spot in his heart was touched once again.

His little girl is always so earnest and hardworking.

He quietly got up, walked to the back of the cabin, and asked the flight attendant for a glass of warm water and a clean blanket.

When I looked back at the baby, she seemed to have just finished writing a paragraph and was gently rubbing her slightly sore wrist.

Lu Zhanming gently placed warm water on the small table in front of her, and then, with an extremely natural movement, unfolded a thin blanket and draped it over her shoulders.

Gu Baobao was startled by the sudden warmth and closeness, and turned her head sharply to meet Lu Zhanming's deep eyes, which were very close to hers.

Before he had fully retracted his leaning posture, the distance between them instantly shortened, and she could clearly see the small reflection in his eyes.

Even in my slight panic, I could smell the clean, crisp scent of soap on him, mixed with a hint of the cabin's unique aroma.

Her heart began to pound uncontrollably, her cheeks flushed red, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around the pen.

Lu Zhanming seemed to have not expected her to turn her head suddenly. He paused for a moment, then quickly straightened up and distanced himself. However, the blush on his ears betrayed that he was not as calm as he appeared.

"It gets chilly in the cabin at night, cover yourself up so you don't catch a cold."

He spoke in a low voice, which was more hoarse and deep than usual. After speaking, he turned around and walked back to his seat, picked up the safety manual he had been reading for a while, but his gaze did not move for a long time.

Gu Baobao sat there blankly for a few seconds before slowly coming back to her senses, feeling the warmth from the thin blanket on her shoulders, which soothed her heart.

She picked up the glass of warm water and sipped it slowly. The warm water flowed down her throat, washing away the excitement and embarrassment she had felt just moments before.

She glanced discreetly at the area diagonally behind her out of the corner of her eye.

Lu Zhanming sat upright, his profile cold and hard, as if everything that had just happened was just her illusion.

But the real warmth on her shoulder and the still-beating heart in her chest told her no.

She pursed her lips, pulled the thin blanket up to wrap herself tighter, and turned her attention back to the notebook. However, the pen hovered for a long time before finally writing the next word.

The sea of ​​clouds outside the window still stretches endlessly, with the vast, sleeping continent and ocean below.

The long voyage is only halfway over.

What awaits them ahead is the dazzling lights of Country F, a place where romance and crisis coexist; an international exhibition where lavish banquets mingle with hidden malice; and a net already spread, a net of interest or malice.

Lu Zhanming shifted his gaze from the manual to the figure in front of him, wrapped in a blanket, appearing even more slender and thin, yet with a straight back.

His eyes were calm as the deep sea, yet within them surged a firm will to protect.

No matter how many hidden reefs and treacherous shoals lie ahead, he will always be by her side.

Until the clouds parted and the moon shone brightly.

The plane pierced the night sky, heading resolutely towards the distant west.