Chapter 137 Firefighting
When Lu Zhenyu woke up, no one was beside her.
With a groggy head, I got out of bed, drew back the curtains, and went to the balcony.
The weather was nice, so I stretched and yawned, then spent half a minute sunbathing to wake myself up before going downstairs.
"Miss, you're awake. Did you sleep well last night?"
Meeting the expectant gaze that came from above as she stopped mopping the floor, Lu Zhenyu smiled and asked, "You ran into him?"
The servant smiled and nodded, then leaned closer with a rag in hand. "Miss, is Mr. Shen really your childhood sweetheart?"
Childhood sweethearts?
Lu Zhenyu raised an eyebrow. "Is that what he told you?"
The servant nodded.
"Didn't you say anything else?"
The servant shook his head.
Lu Zhenyu, lost in thought, didn't explain further. "Where is he? Did he leave?"
The servant followed them into the dining room, ran over first, and pushed the breakfast covered with a lid onto the table. "He left very early this morning, even earlier than me. He said he didn't need to tell the young lady, so you could sleep a little longer."
Lu Zhenyu glanced at the breakfast and her face lit up with surprise. "Your new breakfast recipe?"
"It wasn't me, it was Mr. Shen who made it." The servant was a little embarrassed. "He had already finished when I got up, and he even told me to put it in the microwave to heat up beforehand if I got up late."
Lu Zhenyu paused her scooping of porridge and looked up. "He made all of this?"
Seeing her surprise, the servant nodded, "Right? When I saw such a handsome guy wearing an apron standing in the kitchen cooking porridge, I was so shocked that I immediately came to my senses."
Shredded pork and vegetable porridge, baked sweet potato with cheese, bacon-wrapped asparagus, and peeled and sliced kiwi and blueberries.
Lu Zhenyu smiled without even realizing it. "I'm quite sober now."
After enjoying a hearty breakfast, Lu Zhenyu did some light exercise.
Just as I finished changing my clothes and was about to drive to Qingyue Manor, my phone vibrated.
Shen Jingsi requests to add you as a friend.
I casually clicked "accept," and the other party quickly replied, "I have to go on a business trip abroad temporarily, which will probably take about two weeks. Can we get a divorce after I get back?"
Lu Zhenyu replied quickly, "Okay, the Civil Affairs Bureau won't go bankrupt. Let's get back to work."
The reply came almost instantly: "Have you had breakfast?"
Lu Zhenyu smiled and said, "I've eaten, it was delicious. Thank you, Chef Shen, for your generous gift."
Shen Jingsi sent a smiley face, "I'll do something else for you when I have the chance. The plane is about to take off. See you when I get back to China."
Lu Zhenyu, "Where to?"
After waiting a while with no activity in the chat box, Lu Zhenyu ended the brief conversation with "Have a safe journey".
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With the temperature difference between day and night being large in late autumn, Lu Zhenyu has had a lot of free time since returning to Beijing.
Aside from patrolling the Zhenai Foundation building every day, he spends most of his time lounging around Qingfeng Manor with pregnant women.
Feng Manman, in her second trimester, is delicate and clingy. With Lu Zhenyu by her side, she can leave her husband behind. Right now, she's nestled in a hanging basket, wearing an anti-radiation shield, making an electronic pizza.
Lu Zhenyu propped her head up with her hand and leaned against the opposite sofa, looking at the "Pregnant Women's Handbook" that she had found at home.
Her fingertips pinched the page edges that had been worn down many times. Every time she saw the words written in the margins, staring at the delicate handwriting, Lu Zhenyu would frown for a long time.
It was as if something was sealed away in her mind, and the more she tried to see it, the further away it seemed.
When I close my eyes and relax, I feel like I'm about to burst out.
Just as Feng Manman was getting into making pizza, a soft voice came from across the table, "Xiao, Meng."
She paused her pen on the tablet, glancing at it casually, one stroke at a time.
"Zhenzhen, did you say anything?"
Lu Zhenyu looked up from her book, her brow furrowing slightly as if trying to recall, "Did I ever have a friend named Xiaomeng?"
Feng Manman swallowed hard, hiding behind the cover. "Wh-why are you suddenly bringing this up?"
"I don't know." Lu Zhenyu shook her head. "It's just that after seeing some handwritten annotations on this, those two words involuntarily popped into my head."
She looked again, "So, is Xiaomeng a person?"
Feng Manman lowered her head and continued swiping on the tablet. "I don't know. I've never heard of it. Maybe it's one of the little animals you adopted before."
After racking her brains to no avail, Lu Zhenyu could only compromise, "Maybe so."
The study returned to silence, with only the muffled thud of the pen striking the screen.
A moment later, the phone rang again.
Upon seeing that it was Shi Yiqiao, Feng Manman answered the call without hesitation.
Before she could speak, a girl's anxious voice came from the other end of the line, "Manman, can you get in touch with Zhenzhen? I really need her to save my life this time."
Hearing the commotion, Lu Zhenyu put down her book, and Feng Manman turned on the speakerphone. "She's right next to me, what's wrong?"
Lu Zhenyu walked over and said, "Yiqiao, I'm here."
A long sigh came through the microphone, and Shi Yiqiao, without further ado, immediately explained the thorny issue.
For the past few years, she has been working as a war correspondent in Syria, where she comes into contact with many refugees every day.
“We’ve already settled the previous batch with the help of international aid organizations, but the agreed-upon two-week ceasefire suddenly resumed, and a lot of refugees have flooded into the camp. We don’t have much money left, and there will be a blizzard and a drop in temperature here in a couple of days. I really have no other choice but to think of you.”
Everyone knows that the famous writer Zhen Si used her royalties to establish a charitable foundation, which has grown bigger and bigger over the years, expanding from China to Asia and now striving to go global.
But very few people know that Zhen Si is Lu Zhenyu.
After listening to the girl's words, Lu Zhenyu's expression turned serious. "I understand, Yiqiao. Here's what I'll do: give me ten minutes."
The heavy stone that had been weighing on Shi Yiqiao's heart for days finally loosened a little. "Okay, I'll wait for you, Zhenzhen."
Feng Manman could have guessed that the sisters would solve Shi Yiqiao's predicament in just two days.
Lu Zhenyu has always been very decisive. If it weren't for the prison that confined her in the capital for twenty-eight years, this eagle would have flown higher and farther.
But Feng Manman never expected that she would suddenly have to go with the team and supplies to Shi Yiqiao's place.
I tried to persuade her, even until my lips were sore, but I couldn't stop her. The day she left, I made her cry.
"Lu Zhenyu, let me tell you, if you dare to come back with even the slightest injury, I'll break off all ties with you."
Lu Zhenyu was both amused and exasperated. "Alright, I'm so tough. I can't even be burned to death by a fire, how could I be killed by a stray bullet? Don't worry, I'll definitely come back safe and sound."
After calming people down, Lu Zhenyu followed the team and boarded a cargo plane belonging to the Zhenai Foundation. After a day's journey, they arrived at the war-torn border.
It wasn't that she was particularly fearless; Lu Zhenyu was quite distressed as she watched the frontline videos that Shi Yiqiao kept sending back these past two days.
Lu Zhenyu didn't remember what Shi Yiqiao looked like before, but the girl in the video, wearing a bulletproof vest and military boots, with short hair that reached her ears, always looking dusty and dirty, and showing a row of small white teeth when she smiled, really touched her.
So she came, without hesitation.
After a brief respite from the raging fighting that had lasted for half a month, the border finally saw clear skies again.
The ceasefire was a rare day of rest for Shi Yiqiao, when she had to organize manuscripts, format them, review videos, and upload them to her personal platform.
After finishing everything, I stretched and stepped out of the tent, and in the distance I could see a group of volunteers pushing a food cart through the camp.
When she first arrived, she was dressed in a pristine white tracksuit, with her hair neatly tied in a ponytail, a stunningly beautiful woman with porcelain-white skin from head to toe.
I waited for four days and it still hadn't arrived; I'd become a village flower.
When Shi Yiqiao walked over, Lu Zhenyu was squatting in front of the little girl with the amputated arm, unpacking a lollipop and turning on a cartoon downloaded on her phone. "Look, your arm won't hurt anymore after watching for a while. If the phone goes out, call Auntie."
Shi Yiqiao was so captivated by his fluent Arabic that her ears were practically pregnant, and she looked at him with eyes full of affection.
"President Zhen, if you stay a few more days, you'll steal my title of Children's Star."
Lu Zhenyu clapped her hands and stood up, "Then your title is a bit too weak."
Shi Yiqiao put her hand on her shoulder, "There's nothing I can do, who told you to be such a beautiful and all-around village beauty? Now every day when I go back to camp, all I hear is 'ukh-ti jin'si! ukh-ti jin'si!' (Sister Zhen Si)."
The two sisters pushed the food cart away, chatting and laughing.
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