As Song Ruyu stood bewildered in the unfamiliar environment, Wan Pojun approached her and said politely, “Miss Song, Mr. Ye just called me. He asked you to prepare yourself. Tomorrow, you’ll assume a new identity and board a dedicated humanitarian aid plane to China.”
“To China?!” Song Ruyu’s heart leapt with joy upon hearing this.
She knew little about Ye Chen and was uncertain whether she still held any value to him. She had been worried that once Ye Chen returned, he would no longer invest effort in her. After all, with only a year or two left to live, her situation seemed hopeless, and she had little to offer. Even if she were sent to confront the Poqing Society, her strength was insufficient to cause them any significant harm.
Just as she resigned herself to the possibility of waiting in Syria for her poison to take her life, Ye Chen was arranging for her to go to China!
Suppressing her excitement, she blurted out, “Mr. Wan, is this true? My identity is so sensitive, and the entire Poqing Society is likely searching for me. Wouldn’t taking me to China pose a great risk to Mr. Ye?”
Wan Pojun smiled faintly, “There’s certainly a risk, but I believe Mr. Ye has the confidence to handle it. He mentioned on the phone that when you arrive in China, he will personally meet you at the airport.”
“This…” Song Ruyu was overwhelmed with gratitude and quickly said, “Please tell Mr. Ye there’s no need to go to such trouble. Just give me an address, and I’ll find my way to him after landing.”
Wan Pojun chuckled, “Miss Song, you haven’t had much interaction with Mr. Ye, but I’m sure you’ll have plenty in the future. Generally, once Mr. Ye decides something, he doesn’t easily change his mind. You only need to follow his instructions.”
Song Ruyu nodded gently, “Alright, thank you for the advice, Mr. Wan. I understand.”
She realised Wan Pojun was offering her guidance. Her interactions with Ye Chen had indeed been limited, and she wasn’t familiar with his temperament or methods. Since Wan Pojun had advised her thus, there was no need to decline Ye Chen’s kindness.
From that moment, Song Ruyu’s heart had already flown thousands of kilometres away to China.
Though she was of pure Chinese descent, had learned to speak Mandarin from a young age, and studied traditional Chinese culture, her family’s long-standing allegiance to the Poqing Society meant she had never set foot on her ancestral homeland.
She suddenly thought that being able to visit China in the final days of her life was, in a way, a homecoming for the Song family’s bloodline.
…
The next day.
As Tawana’s first concert in Shanghai kicked off with fervour, Song Ruyu, now under the alias Cheng Xiaohui, boarded a military plane.
Dressed in the black attire issued to staff, her long hair tied back, Song Ruyu’s cool expression exuded competence.
Accompanying her on the plane were several other young people dressed in identical black clothing.
Originally, Old Sun could have arranged a dedicated flight just for Song Ruyu.
However, since any flight would leave a trace, a plane carrying only one passenger would attract undue attention. Thus, Song Ruyu was deliberately placed on this flight, which had a degree of confidentiality, a larger number of passengers, and a legitimate purpose.
When Song Ruyu boarded, the cabin was already occupied by dozens of members of the humanitarian aid team.
