Chapter 147

Chapter 147

The train clickety-clacked along, the carriage was quiet. Outside, night had fallen, and many passengers had fallen asleep. The noisy train finally fell silent, with only an occasional sharp cry from a child, and even conversations were hushed. Night was always peaceful.

Jiang Long bought a boxed lunch, and also bought one for Feng Xia. However, Feng Xia was in a critical state and couldn't eat anything. She just softly hummed in acknowledgment. Jiang Long felt her forehead—it was burning hot, and his face instantly turned serious. He regretted not taking her to the hospital for a thorough check-up earlier; now, on the train, there were only basic medications without a doctor, and he was helpless.

He had to get two fever reducers for Feng Xia and filled a thermos with hot water, urging her to take the medicine and drink. Feng Xia waved her hand, indicating it wasn't necessary. Her voice was hoarse: "I'm fine, don't worry. I know my own body. I'll feel better after sleeping it off. It's just an immune response. Brother Jiang, don't worry."

How could Jiang Long not worry? His brows were tightly furrowed. He stood there for a long time before returning to his berth and sitting down. The man with the big belly across from him shifted slightly, as if sleeping soundly. The three across from him seemed to be asleep, including the young man who had been staring at Feng Xia; only a faint outline of their figures was visible under the blankets. Jiang Long lowered his gaze and closed his eyes.

At this moment, Feng Xia was truly uncomfortable. The toxin from the Roman flower was too potent; the blood vessels and tissues in her body were destroyed one by one, then repaired and rebuilt under the nourishment of her superpower. The pain of death and rebirth was indescribable, tens of times more excruciating than having medicine applied directly to a raw wound. Under the dim yellow light, Feng Xia's eyes shone brightly, more brilliant than stars, and the madness mixed within them was startling. This was a hurdle she had to overcome on her own.

A night of torment, for others, was just eight hours of sleep. The sun rose brightly at six or seven in the morning, its light awakening the drowsy minds of the passengers in the carriage. The train attendant's clear voice announced over the speaker: "Good morning, passengers. The next stop is the terminal station, Beijing West Station. Please gather your belongings, remain calm, and wait quietly in your seats. We will arrive at the terminal station in 30 minutes. There is plenty of time, so please wait calmly and don't rush."

Jiang Long had been awake for a while. He checked on Feng Xia and saw that her forehead temperature had dropped a bit, and the rash on her face was almost gone. His furrowed brows relaxed slightly. Thinking they would arrive soon, he decided to wait and eat after arriving, so he just got her some hot water.

Just then, the woman from the upper berth climbed down and sat beside her husband. Now the couple looked all respectable, like a pair of honest folks. Truly, you can't judge by appearances.

Feng Xia, wearing a sweater and wrapped in a military coat, also got down. She exuded an air of natural elegance, like a luminous pearl, constantly drawing the attention of those around her.

Jiang Long handed Feng Xia the water bottle. She took off her mask and took a sip. The warm water felt much better. Little did she know that the people across from her were staring at her in silence, captivated.

Black hair, red lips, snow-white skin—three pure colors collided to create a breathtaking beauty of unmatched grace. She was stunning, every angle elegant, every feature flawless.

Cold and clear as a jade bowl, her brows and eyes cold as water.

March spring water rippled in her gaze, clear and shimmering.

Even the two women across from her stared without blinking. Feng Xia had a contradictory aura—gorgeous and captivating like spring flowers and autumn moons, yet carrying a cold, majestic aura like the moon in the cold sky. The combination of beauty and coldness made her like a moth to a flame, a beauty that both men and women found irresistible.

Like a siren.

But beauty was the least remarkable thing about Feng Xia. Her mind was a national treasure, her physical fitness rivaled that of a top special forces soldier, and her inventions and knowledge made beauty seem useless. It was like the goddess Nüwa had blessed her, and the gods were unfair.

The girl across from her even held her breath. She had never seen such a beautiful young woman. With her fair little face framed by jet-black hair, she looked even younger. She wanted to reach out and touch that delicate face, both cute and pitiful. Perhaps her thoughts were too bold, and the girl blushed slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed.

The young man was completely red, even his neck turned red all the way to the roots. He stammered for a long time before finally gathering the courage to ask: "Hello, comrade. Um, do you happen to know Cao Yunyun? We... we seem to have met once before."

The young man's voice trailed off; he realized his words sounded like a lame pickup line. To his surprise, the cold, ethereal beauty actually replied: "Cao Yunyun? Yes, I know her. Has she been well lately?"

The young man was overjoyed, his face glowing with excitement. His voice couldn't hide his thrill as he said quickly: "Sister Yunyun is doing well. She occasionally mentions you. She said she once tried to find you, but you weren't there. She misses you very much." The young man seemed very familiar with Cao Yunyun, speaking with warmth. Feng Xia wasn't sure if she had seen him before, so she stared at him for a while but found no recollection in her memory.

Seeing the stunning beauty staring at him, the young man's neck turned red all the way to the roots. Just then, the train arrived at the station. Feng Xia nodded slightly, put on her mask, and with Jiang Long carrying the luggage, they left the carriage one after another. The young man and the girl followed closely behind. The couple was slower and got stuck at the back. The station was bustling with noise. Jiang Long and Feng Xia walked out unhurriedly. The young man, dragging his luggage, followed behind as if he still had something to say.

The girl, for some reason, also followed, along with the couple. A few of them walked out of the station one after another.

The young man, panting, caught up with them and pointed to a car not far away: "Um, would you two like a ride in my car? I mean, we're going the same way, I can drop you off."

Feng Xia smiled, her voice full of quiet amusement: "We haven't even told you where we're going, and you say it's the same way?" Back in Beijing, Feng Xia was in a good mood and casually teased him. The young man's neck turned red again at her words, looking dazed.

Just then, an SUV pulled up steadily in front of Feng Xia and the others. A young soldier opened the door and saluted them, his voice clear: "Hello, comrades! The leadership sent me to pick you up and take you home. Both of you have worked hard."

Feng Xia and Jiang Long returned the military salute. This scene not only shocked the young man but also stunned the girl and the couple behind them. In Beijing, to receive such treatment was truly extraordinary.

But that wasn't all. Another car arrived right behind. This time, Zhang Ying and Professor Zhu Guangya came out. Old Zhang was also inside. When the two old men saw Feng Xia, both had red-rimmed eyes.

Feng Xia gave a helpless smile and stepped forward to hug the two old men. She was back, safe and sound.

The two old men, their eyes red, patted the shoulder of the girl taller than them and said with choked voices: "It's good that you're back! It's good that you're back!"

They got into the car. Before leaving, Feng Xia nodded to the young man. He stood there stunned, unable to snap out of it for a long time.

Not just him—the couple behind exchanged looks and swallowed hard. The wife's heart filled with lingering fear. Fortunately, she hadn't continued causing trouble. These were people they couldn't afford to offend. A driver in military uniform, two cars leading, and license plates that weren't ordinary—this was Beijing, where a brick thrown could take out three big shots. It was terrifying, way more than a small business owner like them could handle.

Indeed, appearances can be deceiving. Because of this incident, the couple kept a low profile from then on and never dared to be as arrogant as before.

Feng Xia had already forgotten about that little jumping grasshopper. She was now being grilled by the two old men flanking her.