Passionate Devotion

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“Initiate the emergency protocol immediately. Try to avoid military conflict, which is the worst outcome. However, we cannot be underprepared as well. As for the foreign affairs, we need to come up with plans to handle the aftermath as soon as possible...”

Leng Yejin listened to the conversation in silence.

He then furrowed his brows and left.

In the lounge, Tong Lu was internally panicking.

She heard that Mr. Prime Minister was still in a critical condition. ‘What do I do now? I have run out of things to say to prove my innocence–‘

She was very hungry. Her stomach was growling. She missed lunch and had not had dinner yet. She could not help but swallow and sneak a glance at the guards who were keeping an eye on her in the lounge. ‘If I ask them for dinner, will they oblige?’

As it seemed, her hope of getting dinner was slim.

It was already eleven at night. If she did not go home, Shanshan would surely throw a tantrum. She hoped that her brother-in-law was able to calm her down.

‘Would my brother-in-law worry about me?’

For some unknown reason, she had placed her hopes on him. It was an indescribable feeling. She wished that he would help her, but she also worried that she would cause him trouble. Tong Lu felt tense and uneasy. All she could do was to force herself to stay strong.

Leng Yejin entered the VIP lounge reserved only for him. Secretary Yu was waiting in there anxiously.

“Young Master Jin, how was it?”

Leng Yejin furrowed his brows. “Go prepare a dinner set and deliver it to where Tong Lu is being held. I’m going to go talk to Ji Yiming. ”

“Yes, I’m sending someone to get it done right away.”

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In Ji Yiming’s laboratory.

The handsome young doctor was staring into a microscope attentively and almost obsessively. He did not realize that someone was standing behind him at all.

“Have you made any discoveries?”

“Ah?!” Ji Yiming was startled. He wiped off his sweat in an exaggeratedly comical manner. “Don’t you know that if you stand behind me without making a sound, I, a medical genius, will be traumatized and turn into a medical knucklehead?”

Leng Yejin furrowed his brows. His aura was so intimidating that even the air particles around him were shivering.

Ji Yiming immediately gave an apologetic smile and shook his head. “I got nothing. But don’t worry. It wasn’t your s*men that has a super effective medicinal effect. You don’t have such a freaky ability or worry that you’ll become an old beefcake and power bottom that every man or woman wants to f*ck — or else in order to preserve my youth, I might even want f*ck you...”

The more Ji Yiming spoke, the more nonsensical he became. The cold expression on Leng Yejin’s face had already gotten increasingly grim and sullen. A glare from him could instantly vaporize Ji Yiming.

“The British prime minister had a heart attack and is currently in a critical condition. Tong Lu is involved too. The diplomatic relationship between the two countries is rocky and unpredictable...”

After Leng Yejin said that, Ji Yiming overreacted and sprung up. “Are you planning to f*ck the British prime minister? I’m telling you. He’s already in his fifties. Can you bring yourself to do that? Your fluid is not really an all-purpose medicine. Don’t flatter yourself. This talent is too freaky and certainly not for you. If the outside world finds out about this, you’ll end up as a prostitute...”

Ji Yiming was about to keep talking but suddenly covered his mouth.

Leng Yejin’s face looked as though it was frozen over. His voice was as deadly as the arrow poison wood. “If anyone dares to reveal my secret, I’ll kill that person mercilessly!”

Ji Yiming knew what he was capable of. He immediately shut his mouth tight and put on a straight face.

After a moment, he suddenly slapped himself on the forehead. “I know a talented junior who is an expert on myocardial infarction. She’s quite a medical genius too. Back in the days, she even pursued me. But she was not curvaceous enough so I had to live with that...”

Before Ji Yiming finished, Leng Yejin interrupted his narcissistic speech. “Phone number.”

“184xxxxxxxx,” Ji Yiming blurted out without even thinking. His memory was that impressive.

Leng Yejin cast him a cold and disdainful glance. Ji Yiming was displeased but he still wanted to save his face. “It’s not like we really clicked. If it weren’t for her pretty face, our relationship would not have lasted a day!”