Dawn
Inside the mansion, Lu Zhufeng, wearing a safety helmet, was repairing the broken and damaged glass from the previous night with a hammer.
Yunmo and Leng Ruxue stood below, looking up, giving instructions.
Lin Qingyi, Chu Wan, Ai Ruoman and the others were preparing breakfast in the kitchen.
In the hall, Xiao Wujie sank into a soft, comfortable sofa, a fever-reducing patch on his head, looking weary and haggard.
He was clutching a black handkerchief, covering his mouth and coughing lightly.
I was startled while sleeping last night and didn't get a good rest. In addition, the villa's glass was broken and drafty, so I caught a chill and developed a fever that night, which rose to 39 degrees Celsius.
Chu Liyue gave him fever-reducing medicine. Although the high fever subsided, he still had a low-grade fever, which could only be gradually reduced by physical cooling methods and the application of fever-reducing patches.
Chu Liyue, dressed in a fitted black halter dress with a light black gauze overlay, carrying a cup of hot water, walked in with elegance and poise.
When Xiao Wujie saw her approaching, his dim eyes lit up instantly. He slightly stretched out his arms and spoke in a hoarse, weak voice:
"hug."
Setting down her water glass, Chu Liyue gracefully sat down next to him, wrapping her arms around his back and the back of his legs, and pulled him onto her lap.
With one arm around his thin shoulder, she picked up a water glass and brought it to his lips, gently coaxing him:
"Sweetie, have some water."
"Eat something and take your medicine later, then I'll take you back to your room to rest."
After drinking a few sips of hot water from Chu Liyue's hand, Xiao Wujie held her waist tightly, leaning listlessly on her shoulder, occasionally frowning and letting out a few soft coughs.
He looked sickly and weak, so haggard it was heartbreaking.
After coaxing and cajoling Xiao Wujie into eating something and watching him take his medicine, Chu Liyue immediately picked him up and carried him upstairs to rest.
Just then, two crisp but polite knocks came from outside the door, instantly attracting the attention of everyone inside the villa.
Even Xiao Wujie, whose arm was around Chu Liyue's neck and who looked tired and listless, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
This villa is in a secluded location, a solitary house with few neighbors. Who would come knocking on the door so early in the morning?
A cold glint flashed in his eyes. Lu Zhufeng moved nimbly, leaping down from the window, casually grabbing an iron rod, and strode towards the door.
He pinched one eye shut, then opened the other pair of eyes wide and peered into the cat's eyes. Lu Zhufeng couldn't help but let out a "Huh," the last syllable rising in his voice, slightly surprised.
He blinked slightly, turned to look at the crowd, and said in surprise, "They are two well-dressed old foreign men."
Everyone twitched their eyes silently, but their vigilance did not relax in the slightest as they turned their gazes to Chu Liyue, who was carrying Xiao Wujie in her arms.
With a slight glint in her eyes, Chu Liyue gently patted Xiao Wujie's shoulder, her expression unchanged, and raised her chin slightly at Lu Zhufeng.
Lu Zhufeng immediately understood, and lightly tugged at his shirt collar and tie, determined not to lose in terms of momentum.
He chuckled and then opened the door amidst the somewhat speechless gazes of the crowd.
Lu Zhufeng stood ramrod straight, his eyes clear and calm, and spoke in English, "Hello?"
Two well-dressed, elegantly groomed elderly men, with polite smiles on their faces, spoke in fluent and fluent Chinese, "Hello, sir."
He tried to peer into the villa, but Lu Zhufeng blocked his way.
Seeing that the two could speak Chinese, and even spoke it more fluently than he could, Lu Zhufeng immediately dropped his pretenses and raised an eyebrow, "What do you want?"
Slightly embarrassed, the two elderly men put on polite smiles again and began to speak.
"Excuse me, is Miss Chu here?"
Lu Zhufeng narrowed his eyes, standing like an iron tower in front of the two of them. "What do you want with Miss Chu?"
The two elderly men immediately looked troubled, "This..."
"Not going to talk? Then the Miss Chu you're looking for isn't here."
"That's me. What brings you here?" At this moment, Chu Liyue's cold voice rang out from behind Lu Zhufeng.
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhufeng immediately stepped aside, crossed his arms, leaned against the wall, and raised an eyebrow as he looked at the two old men.
Upon seeing Chu Liyue carrying Xiao Wujie, the two old men's smiles became even brighter. They bowed slightly in greeting and spoke respectfully.
"Dear Miss Chu, we are here on the orders of Chairman Qian Shan and Chairman Ai Xi Hall to deliver this invitation to you."
"God will be holding a world-class symposium in the city in seven days. Prior to that, a banquet will be held at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in three days, and the guests will be organization members who are currently in Boston."
Upon hearing this, Chu Liyue's cold gaze instantly sharpened, a cold light flashing in her eyes. She was traveling in secrecy this time.
She was attacked on the very night she landed, and the very next morning they brazenly sent her an invitation. Were they not even going to pretend?
Seeing that Chu Liyue was holding someone in her arms, the two old men handed the invitation to Lu Zhufeng, who accepted it with a cold and indifferent expression at Chu Liyue's prompting.
Just when he thought the matter was over and was about to tell them to leave, the two old men turned their gaze to Xiao Wujie, who was being held by Chu Liyue and whose face was beautiful but weak and haggard, and tentatively spoke up.
"Excuse me, is this Mr. Xiao Wujie?"
As soon as the words were spoken, everyone's cold gazes instantly turned to the two old men.
Under the intense gaze of the crowd, the old man standing in front trembled slightly and took out another invitation from his pocket, stammering as he spoke.
"According to the instructions we received, Mr. Xiao was also among those invited."
Chu Liyue's eyes suddenly turned icy cold, her whole body was extremely cold, and she carried an infinitely sharp aura, which made the two old men's faces turn pale.
With a sharp gaze fixed on the two old men, Chu Liyue's tone was extremely cold and deep.
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