Chapter 3437

Just as Song Ruyu felt lost and disoriented in the unfamiliar surroundings, Wan Pojun approached her and said politely: "Miss Song, Mr. Ye just called me. He asked you to prepare yourself—tomorrow you will change your identity and take a special humanitarian aid flight to Huaxia."

"Go to Huaxia?!" Upon hearing this, Song Ruyu's heart leapt with joy.

She knew little about Ye Chen and was unsure whether she still held any value to him. She had always worried that after he returned, he would not waste energy on her, especially since she herself had only one or two years left to live. Given how difficult it was for her to survive, and believing she had no useful value, even if she were sent to deal with the Broken Qing Society, her strength would be utterly insufficient to pose any real threat, let alone cause substantial harm.

Just as she thought she might have to wait in Syria until poison took her life, Ye Chen unexpectedly arranged for her to go to Huaxia!

She suppressed her excitement and blurted out: "Mr. Wan, are you serious? My identity is extremely sensitive—the entire Broken Qing Society should be searching for my whereabouts. Bringing me to Huaxia now—wouldn't that put Mr. Ye at great risk?"

Wan Pojun smiled and said: "There is certainly risk, but I believe Mr. Ye has full confidence in resolving the matter. He told me on the phone that once you arrive in Huaxia, he will personally come to the airport to pick you up."

"This..." Song Ruyu felt both surprised and honored, and quickly said: "Please tell Mr. Ye there's no need for him to go to such trouble—he only needs to give me an address, and I will find my way to see him after I get off the plane."

Wan Pojun laughed and said: "Miss Song and Mr. Ye have not had much contact, but I believe you will have many interactions in the future. Generally speaking, once Mr. Ye makes a decision, he does not change it easily. You only need to follow his instructions."

Song Ruyu lightly nodded: "Alright, thank you for the reminder, Mr. Wan—I understand."

She knew Wan Pojun was giving her advice—she and Ye Chen had indeed had little contact, and she did not fully understand his temperament or manner of conduct. Since Wan Pojun had already offered this suggestion, she saw no need to further decline Ye Chen's kindness.

From this moment on, Song Ruyu's heart had already flown thousands of miles away to Huaxia.

Although she is 100% Han Chinese by blood and had learned to speak Mandarin from childhood, as well as studied Huaxia's traditional culture, due to her family's long reliance on the Broken Qing Society for survival, she had never had the chance to set foot on this ancestral land.

She suddenly thought: to be able to come to Huaxia in the final days of her life was, in a sense, for the Song family's bloodline to return to its roots.

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The next day.

As Tawana's first concert in Huacheng was in full swing, Song Ruyu, now using the alias Cheng Xiaohui, had already boarded the military's special aircraft.

Song Ruyu wore a black uniform issued to staff, her long hair tied back at the nape, her expression cold and composed, exuding full competence.

Along with her, several other young people dressed in the same black attire also boarded the plane.

Originally, Old Sun could have arranged a dedicated flight for Song Ruyu alone.

However, considering that any aircraft taking off would leave traces, a plane carrying only one person would surely attract special attention from those with ill intent. Therefore, they specifically arranged for Song Ruyu to take this flight, which had a certain level of secrecy, carried a relatively large number of passengers, and was both reasonable and justified.

Thus, when Song Ruyu boarded the plane, the cabin already held dozens of members of the humanitarian aid team.

Many people saw the few individuals in black and immediately assumed they were military personnel.

As expected, as soon as Song Ruyu sat down, a staff member turned to the aid team members in the front cabin and said: "Everyone, there are high-level secret agents on this flight today, so please refrain from speaking with unfamiliar passengers throughout the journey. All mobile phones must be turned off and kept away from your hands, as per regulations. Thank you for your cooperation."

In the international aid team, most members were volunteers in medical and educational fields. Before departing on aid missions, they had undergone thorough background checks and were considered politically reliable. Upon hearing of the confidentiality requirements, they all cooperated fully, immediately putting away their phones.

Song Ruyu and the other black-clad individuals were seated far apart, each occupying an entire row, and they did not speak to anyone for the entire flight.

These black-clad individuals were sent by Old Sun to provide cover for Song Ruyu. His usual approach is cautious—he wants to leave no loopholes.

Meanwhile, far away in Huacheng, Ye Chen, after Tawana's concert ended, declined her invitation to attend the celebration banquet out of kindness, drove away alone from the venue, and headed to the northern military airfield of Huacheng.

At the moment he arrived at the airfield, the military transport aircraft also landed smoothly.

The military airfield has no terminal building. As the aircraft taxied toward its parking spot, three large and two small five vehicles were already waiting in front of the stand.

After the aircraft came to a stop, two baggage trucks connected to the front and rear doors. Crew members arrived and announced: "Please have the humanitarian aid team members disembark from the front door of the aircraft. Please have the few personnel handling sensitive matters exit from the rear door. During disembarkation, please maintain strict discipline—do not whisper to each other, and do not take out your mobile phones."

Everyone complied silently with the crew's request, picked up their personal belongings, and queued to exit through different doors.

Song Ruyu and the other black-clad individuals boarded two small cars, while the remaining humanitarian aid team members lined up to board three large buses.

These individuals still needed to complete entry registration procedures within the airfield, but Song Ruyu, once seated in the car, was directly driven out of the runway area.

Inside the vehicle, the female driver said to Song Ruyu: "Miss Song, we will take you to the underground parking lot—Mr. Ye is already waiting for you there."

Song Ruyu felt both nervous and excited. She softly said thank you, then pressed her lips together, her mind drifting into restless thoughts.

The confidentiality level of military airfields is generally very high. Besides the runway, which must be outdoors, nearly everything else is located in enclosed environments.

All classified aircraft, after landing on a mission, must be parked in hangars. Except for logistics support vehicles, all other vehicles are also parked in underground garages.

Ye Chen's BMW 530 was currently parked in the underground garage.

A black Red Flag sedan pulled up in front of his car. The black-clad woman in the passenger seat got out, opened the door for Song Ruyu, and said: "Miss Song, you may now get out of the car."

Seeing Song Ruyu arrive, Ye Chen pushed open his door and stepped out. Upon seeing her, he could not help but let out a soft exclamation of admiration.

This woman wore a black outfit, but her skin was unusually fair. She had a slender figure, delicate features, a high and straight nose bridge, and two sharp, heroic eyebrows—giving her a distinct aura of a female warrior.

But the moment she saw Ye Chen, Song Ruyu's fair cheeks suddenly flushed with two rosy patches.

She stood slightly uneasy before Ye Chen, her legs pressed together, her right hand pinching the index finger of her left hand. Her voice carried a hint of shyness and nervousness as she said: "Mr. Ye, long time no see—I hope you have been well."