Chapter 97 Su Xiaoyu's Twisted Hatred
When she rubbed her sore eyes and put down the notes she had just finished organizing, she was surprised to find that she had been in the space for too long.
She quickly slipped out of the space and appeared in her own room.
In order not to arouse suspicion, she had to pretend that she had just taken a shower.
So she picked up a clean set of pure cotton pajamas:
Wearing a plain white short-sleeved shirt and knee-length shorts without any markings, he quickly entered the washroom in the yard.
In the bathroom, she haphazardly wet her hair and towel to make it look like she had just used water, and then changed into her pajamas.
Her wet black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and water droplets slid down her slender neck and into her collar.
Her pure white pajamas accentuated her jade-like skin. Her cheeks still had a faint blush from exercising, and her eyes were exceptionally bright with excitement.
She opened the door, lowered her head, and walked quickly towards her room, still thinking about the several alternative herbal medicine solutions she had just compiled.
"Baby?"
Lu Zhanming's voice rang out at the entrance of the main room.
He had just finished drying the washed dishes and was wiping his hands with a towel when he looked up and saw this beautiful woman emerging from her bath.
The little girl was dressed in what would have been considered daring shorts and a t-shirt in the 1960s, revealing her dazzlingly white arms and legs. Her wet hair was disheveled, her face was flushed, and her eyes were dreamy.
She exudes a clean and alluring aura, like a ripe peach or a gardenia after the rain.
Commander Lu felt a "boom" in his head, and his blood rushed to a certain place.
His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his fingers gripping the towel tightened abruptly, causing the veins on the back of his hand to bulge.
A surge of heat rose from the bottom of my heart and instantly swept through my entire body.
Gu Baobao looked up at the sound and saw Lu Zhanming staring straight at her. His eyes were as deep as a pool, with undercurrents she couldn't understand that made her instinctively uneasy.
She instinctively crossed her arms:
"Brother Zhanming? You...are you done washing?"
Lu Zhanming struggled to look away, his voice hoarse:
"Okay. You... get some rest after you've finished washing up."
He was afraid that if he kept watching, he might do something out of control.
"Okay, good night."
Gu Baobao felt like she had been granted a pardon. She quickly nodded, then, like a startled deer, "whoosh"ed back to her room and slammed the door shut again.
The force was even greater than last time.
Lu Zhanming stood there, listening to the sound of the door opening. He felt as if his heart, like that door, had been locked outside, shattered into eight pieces that could never be put back together.
The evening breeze was still blowing, but he felt unbearably hot all over, and his heart felt empty and bloated.
Just then, Gu Dongguo finished washing up and pushed his wheelchair out of the washroom. Seeing Lu Zhanming's disheveled and pathetic state, he...
Then, recalling that fleeting glimpse of his sister's revealing outfit and Lu Zhanming's instantly petrified expression...
"puff--!"
Gu Dongguo couldn't help but burst out laughing, all the pent-up frustration in his heart vanished, and he even started humming a wild, off-key tune:
"Little sister, go forward boldly! Go forward! Don't look back!"
Lu Zhanming: "..."
He gave Gu Dongguo a cold glance, and the murderous intent in his eyes sent a chill down Gu Dongguo's spine, causing him to abruptly stop humming.
But Gu Dongguo felt great, even more so than drinking iced mung bean soup on a sweltering summer day!
Should!
Serves you right for eyeing my sister!
Seeing something you can't have but not being able to eat it will drive you crazy!
Lu Zhanming walked to the cot with a dark expression, lay down fully clothed, put his hands behind his head, and stared at the blurry patterns on the ceiling.
Meanwhile, Gu Baobao, leaning against the door, listened to her brother's annoying humming and Lu Zhanming's silence outside, her cheeks belatedly burning.
The look in Lu Zhanming's eyes just now...
She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of those chaotic thoughts.
Men are nothing compared to her prescription!
She entered the space again, this time heading straight to the laboratory to immerse herself in studying the two formulas she had just acquired, especially the potential for simplifying the antibiotic manufacturing process.
With the spring water at hand, I would take a sip when I was tired and lie down for a while when I was sleepy, completely entering a state of self-forgetfulness.
Night was falling.
The family compound was quiet, save for the occasional bark of a dog and the sound of waves.
In that bungalow in the provincial capital, Chen Yongkang was already asleep, snoring loudly.
Su Xiaoyu lay beside him, staring into the darkness with her eyes open, her fingers unconsciously twisting the sheets, her face contorted with pleasure.
At the island command headquarters, the light was still on in Commander Feng's office as he reviewed the security upgrade plan and reception team schedule submitted by Zhang Yunxiang.
Further afield, on a train heading south, most of the members of the capital's working group were asleep, except for the middle-aged cadre leading the group, a man with glasses and a refined demeanor.
Under the dim light, he flipped through preliminary information about Gu Baobao and the hemostatic powder, his brows furrowed in thought.
Beneath the calm surface of the sea, undercurrents never cease to surge.
Gu Baobao stretched in the space, looked at the simplified antibiotic production process diagram that was taking shape, and nodded in satisfaction.
Unbeknownst to her, while she was engrossed in her research, focused solely on developing a better medicine, a web of jealousy, conspiracy, and malice was being quietly woven and tightened in some corner of the provincial capital.
Tomorrow, when the capital's working group arrives and everything accelerates, those lurking scorpions will also seize the opportunity to strike.
Will she gain a bigger stage or a more treacherous vortex?
Nobody knows.
Only the sea breeze outside the window howled as it swept across the eaves, like a long and obscure sigh.
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