Sang Feiyu readily agreed, then asked, "Did my appeal help you today?"
"Yes, you've helped us a lot."
Sang Feiyu was overjoyed upon hearing this.
But even as she was happy, she didn't forget to ask one thing: "Will my ability to speak Russian have any impact on you or me?"
It's important to understand that, aside from diplomatic and intelligence agencies, ordinary people who understand Russian might be suspected of being "pro-Soviet" or "colluding with foreign powers."
Russian was only widely promoted during the Sino-Soviet "honeymoon period" in the 1950s.
Ning Zhiyuan was also worried about this problem, which is why he sought Commander Qin's help.
"Commander Qin said he would write a report explaining the situation."
"But you still need to be mentally prepared to accept the organization's investigation."
Sang Feiyu took a deep breath; she knew she would face this situation.
But this was a choice she made after careful consideration, and she would bear whatever the consequences might be.
Ning Zhiyuan suddenly asked, "Is it because of me that you were willing to tell Commander Qin that you know Russian?"
Sang Feiyu answered without hesitation, "Yes."
“When you first told me about that letter, I selfishly thought of myself, so I chose to hide it from you.”
"Later, I heard that you went out on a mission and I was worried that if no one could translate the contents of that letter, it might affect your judgment and choices of combat strategy. After careful consideration, I am certain that if you were to sacrifice yourself because of this, I will live with guilt for the rest of my life."
"Zhiyuan, you are a very important person to me in this world. You are just as important to me as my grandparents."
Ning Zhiyuan remained silent, simply pulling her into his arms. Sang Feiyu could hear his pounding heartbeat, as if it were responding to her words.
...
Sang Feiyu woke up at eight o'clock in the morning.
Ning Zhiyuan himself came back to wake her up; she had to help with translation today, so she couldn't stay in bed.
Remembering her original plans for the day, Sang Feiyu could only secretly write a small note and put it in her spatial storage, trusting that her grandparents would understand.
As for Lu Xuan's mother, Li Aihong, she may have another chance to meet her in the future.
Sang Feiyu quickly got up, washed up, ate a simple boiled egg, and went to the interrogation room.
As soon as she pushed the door open, she heard the people inside complaining, "That red-haired devil is babbling on and on, I have no idea what he's saying."
Upon seeing Sang Feiyu enter, the other party quickly interrupted.
"Comrade Sang, thank you for your help today."
“It’s no trouble at all, it’s what I should do.” Sang Feiyu quickly went behind the two interrogators to prepare for the translation work.
One of the interrogators noticed that she didn't have a chair, so he quickly went out and brought her one. "Comrade Sang, please have a seat."
"Yes, thank you."
The interrogation proceeded smoothly, with Sang Feiyu calmly translating for both sides. Whenever she translated for our side, her tone was always powerful and resonant.
She knew that although she was a translator, she represented our side!
Even the staff member in charge of the interrogation couldn't help but remark afterward, "She was a promising candidate to join our organization."
After finishing her translation work, Sang Feiyu went straight home.
Zhao Hui sensed her call and quickly went out to find a secluded place to take the person to Shanghai.
"Grandma, have you seen Li Aihong?"
"Uh-huh."
"Have you seen her before?" Sang Feiyu asked curiously.
Zhao Hui's expression wasn't good. "You'll know when you go over there later—"
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