They stayed in the family compound without being discovered. Xu Ruoling couldn't have done it alone; she must have had accomplices helping her.
Considering the thorns on her body, Zhou Yuju is indeed a prime suspect.
“At first it was just a guess, so I said a series of names of military family members around me. When I read Zhou Yuju, Xu Ruoling’s expression was slightly off. This confirmed my guess. Later, when I said Zhou Yuju, Xu Ruoling’s reaction also proved that I guessed correctly.”
So much information was deduced from just a blink of an eye and a few subtle clues, leading to the discovery of the spy.
Bold, meticulous, and intelligent.
Zhu Xiudan looked at Yu Yao with admiration in her eyes. She rarely joked, even though she was usually serious: "Yu Yao, you should go to the investigation department, not work in the food factory."
Wu Wanying and Cui Zhizhou both looked proud, and their faces were full of smiles as they looked at Yu Yao.
Zhu Xiudan asked for the information and glanced at her watch.
"It's getting late, and my wife is waiting for my reply, so I'll head back now."
Yu Yao stood up. "Sister Dan, let me see you off."
Zhu Xiudan refused, saying, "Your body hasn't fully recovered yet, don't see me off."
She took two steps and then turned back. "I'm getting old, and I almost forgot something important. The reporting time for Haixing Food Factory is after National Day. There's no need to assemble; you can go directly to the factory."
At this time, the statutory holiday for National Day is two days.
That means I'll be starting work on the 3rd, Yu Yao noted.
Cui Zhizhou had taken leave to come, and returned to Factory 804 after staying for two hours.
Wu Wanying was not feeling well and had been caught in the rain, so Lu Ze took her to the clinic to continue her IV drip.
Yu Yao was a little hungry, so she went to check the kitchen.
The chicken soup that Mom was making was warming on the coal stove. She took a small bowl, scooped out a bowlful, and drank it.
The soup made from chickens that aren't fed with feed is just so delicious.
Yu Yao sat on the sofa that Uncle Yue had built according to her request, sipping chicken soup and looking out the window at the mango tree washed by the rain.
A feeling of happiness spread through my heart.
Lu Ze went to the military hospital and, remembering that Yu Yao had been caught in the rain that day, asked the doctor to prescribe some traditional Chinese medicine to calm her nerves and dispel cold.
When he got home, he saw Yu Yao lying in bed sleeping. He tucked her in, gently closed the door, and went to the kitchen to brew some medicinal soup.
When Lu Ze finished brewing the medicine and entered the room, he found Yu Yao frowning, her fair face flushed.
Lu Ze reached out and touched Yu Yao's forehead; it was burning hot.
"Yu Yao?"
Yu Yao didn't open her eyes, shrank further into the blankets, and muttered, "Cold!"
He hurriedly went to the kitchen, brought out some warm medicinal soup, wrapped Yu Yao in a blanket, and held her close to his chest.
Yu Yao was moved and groggily opened her eyes.
"Lu Ze, what's wrong with me? My head hurts so much it feels like it's going to explode." Her voice was hoarse, her throat was sore, and even her breath was scalding hot.
Lu Ze blew on the spoon and held it to her lips, "You have a fever, here, open your mouth and drink the medicine!"
It turns out I had a fever. No wonder I had a headache, sore throat, and felt weak all over.
Yu Yao opened her mouth, took a sip of the medicine, and her face scrunched up in a grimace. "It's so bitter! I don't want to drink it anymore. My head hurts, and my throat hurts!"
Her illness made her vulnerable and different from her usual delicate self.
Lu Ze showed no impatience and gently coaxed her in a low voice.
"Sweetie, drink the medicine and the pain will go away. After you finish, I'll make you candied apples."
"No! It's really bitter." She wrinkled her nose, her whole body screaming rejection, and she even acted like a brat towards Lu Ze: "Lu Ze, I don't want to drink it."
Lu Ze's other requests could be agreed to, but he couldn't refuse to take the medicine.
"There is no room for negotiation, you must take the medicine."
Lu Ze's tone was firm, giving Yu Yao no chance to refute. He grabbed Yu Yao, who was trying to lie down wrapped in the blanket, and continued to feed her the medicine.
Yu Yao pitifully took two sips, tears welling up in her eyes from the bitterness, and accused, "I'm not your marriage partner, I'm your enemy. This medicine is poison you used to rob and kill me."
Her already moist peach blossom eyes looked even more watery when they were filled with tears, the corners of her eyes red and glistening.
They were as pitiful as could be.
Even Lu Ze, who could be ruthless enough to remove bullets from himself without anesthesia, couldn't help but soften his heart at this moment.
His tone was seven parts helplessness and three parts indulgence, "Okay, it's my fault, can you drink a little more?"
My mouth was filled with bitterness, and my tongue felt numb from the bitterness.
Yu Yao was feeling dizzy and wasn't very willing to cooperate.
Lu Ze simply changed his approach, drinking the medicine from the spoon and then leaning down to kiss Yu Yao.
Yu Yao's eyes widened in surprise. Because of her fever, she was a beat slow to react. It wasn't until she tasted a bitter flavor in her mouth that she realized Lu Ze had actually used this method to force-feed her medicine.
After feeding the medicine, Lu Ze stood up, still feeling unsatisfied. "This way of feeding medicine is not bad either."
"You, you!" Yu Yao was furious and embarrassed. She reached out from under the covers and punched him in the chest. "You're being a pervert!"
Lu Ze looked at her and said seriously, "I have never regarded you as a marriage partner. You are my lover. It is not considered lewd to kiss my own lover."
After saying that, she specifically asked again, "Do you need me to continue feeding you?"
Yu Yao was amazed; it was the first time she had ever seen Lu Ze so shameless. "I don't need you to feed me, I can drink it myself."
She reached out to take the bowl and drink it herself, but then felt too tired and told Lu Ze without any politeness, "You hold the medicine and feed me with a spoon."
When she said the word "spoon," Yu Yao deliberately emphasized it, her wide eyes filled with vigilance.
In the bright room, sunlight slanted across the bamboo bed, illuminating her face, making it clear that even the fine downy hairs on her cheeks could be seen.
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