Chapter 890: Not Yet the Final Moment

Time passes day by day.

Soon it entered the late November.

Yanjing's weather has already become very cold.

When Bai Ying opened the car door, snowflakes were drifting down from the sky.

She tightened her coat collar and walked into the Lin Family Sihe Courtyard.

The scenery inside the courtyard was dominated by green and white tones.

The ever‑green plants bore specks of white snow on their leaves.

Bai Ying rolled her eyes and thought to herself that this felt like stepping into a deep‑house from the Republic era.

Why?

Because in the antique‑styled courtyard, ladies in cheongsams walked back and forth, a real feast for the eyes.

Of course, they weren't ordinary cheongsams.

They were the kind you could wear in winter, lined with fleece.

The 'silky' on the legs wasn't really thin stockings, just the color of fleece pants.

Winter had just arrived, yet the Lin Family courtyard was already bursting with spring vitality.

Lin Feng sat in a small living room in the back yard, reclined in a lounge chair, holding an ancient book that detailed the life of Xi Men Daguan,

the kind that came with exquisite illustrations.

He read it with great relish.

The illustrations weren't drawn by modern artists but by ancient painters from centuries ago.

Western sculptors and oil painters pale in comparison to those ancient artists.

Because the illustrations possess deeper artistic conception.

When Bai Ying arrived, Lin Feng didn't close the book; he finished the current chapter before setting it down.

The maid serving nearby took the book from his hand, placed it on the shelf, and stepped out.

"How's it going?"

Lin Feng asked.

Bai Ying shook her head, furrowed her brows, and said, "If you don't loosen up, we won't agree."

"Who won't agree?"

Lin Feng asked.

Bai Ying replied, "Everyone, even our own people, won't agree."

"Sigh~"

Lin Feng let out a helpless sigh.

A deep sense of powerlessness rose in his heart.

It wasn't powerlessness regarding the Taiwu Ship, but helplessness toward the actions of each Guo Jia.

Then, with an angry face, he said, "I've already agreed to take on all transport tasks for the big con plan; what more do you expect of me?"

Bai Ying said, "They want to obtain the Jasmine Ship's technology.

The reason is simple: humanity is in crisis, and everyone must face it together without selfishness.

Since everyone contributes money or supplies, and you, Boss Lin, as the proposer of the plan,

have both the intention and the responsibility to bring out the Jasmine Ship's technology and share it with everyone."

Lin Feng shook his head, "It's not that I don't want to, but I can't!"

First, from my personal perspective, the Jasmine Ship is one of my current means of self‑preservation.

Without the Jasmine Ship, my advantage disappears.

Second, once they obtain the Jasmine Ship's technology, it will be even less possible to unite and carry out this plan.

Then, in a short time, a massive number of anti‑gravity craft would be produced.

And the world would plunge into chaos.

Especially, can they guarantee it won't fall into the hands of those who seek self‑destruction?"

Bai Ying nodded, fully agreeing with Lin Feng's reasoning.

Lin Feng's worry wasn't unfounded; it was something that could truly happen.

But she still said, "The implication above is that we could give it only to them, our own Guo Jia, who could also take on the construction task."

Lin Feng shook his head, "The same result!"

"Then what do we do?"

Bai Ying said with a helpless expression.

Lin Feng stood up and took from the shelf a science‑fiction novel written by Lao Liu.

The novel's cover featured a half‑glowing Earth.

He slammed it onto the table, "Such a thing will never happen!"

Bai Ying fell silent.

She understood what Lin Feng meant by 'impossible.'

Seeing Bai Ying's silence, Lin Feng instead said, "Throughout thousands of years of history, at every moment of a nation's survival, heroes have always emerged.

But at the same time, many have chosen compromise.

Humans are inherently complex beings; true unity is impossible.

No, it's not that we can't unite, but that only when there is no way out do we discard all turmoil.

"I've already thought of a solution!"

Bai Ying didn't ask Lin Feng what his method was; she knew that even if she asked, Lin Feng wouldn't tell.

Moreover, given her position, she shouldn't ask.

"During this period, I've been coming less often; I'm almost always in meetings."

Bai Ying looked at Lin Feng, furrowing her brows slightly as she spoke.

"I know."

Lin Feng nodded.

Bai Ying said: "Because we've had less time for deep communication, I feel we've become rather distant."

Lin Feng quickly shook his head: "No, no! As long as we're not unfamiliar, we won't be distant."

"Mm! Then I'm leaving; I need to go back and report immediately, I'll relay your attitude to them."

After saying that, Bai Ying stood up, preparing to leave.

Just as she turned around, her hand was grabbed.

Lin Feng pulled her into his lap in one swift motion.

"It's cold outside; let's warm up a bit before we go!"

Lin Feng made the suggestion.

Bai Ying took off her wide-brimmed hat, while removing her shoulder insignia, saying: "It'll get even colder later."

"Why do you say that?"

Lin Feng put on a puzzled expression.

Bai Ying said: "When it's cold, if you wear less, you'll get cold, right?"

"That makes sense, but we're different—we're Enhancers; this little chill doesn't bother us; we're actually feeling hot! Look at you, you're sweating."

Lin Feng said while moving his hands.

"All you know is to bully me!"

Bai Ying said in a coquettish voice.

Lin Feng suddenly realized that Bai Ying seemed like a completely different person.

Seeing her tears streaming down, he finally understood.

It had been too long since they last communicated; at this meeting, she unconsciously started acting coquettish.

Of course, making a woman like Bai Ying act coquettish isn't something just any man can do.

A tigress never acts coquettish toward a lamb.

The "bullying" Bai Ying spoke of, of course, meant sparring.

It's that kind of martial arts practice exchange, yes! Indeed!

Lin Feng practices Gun Technique.

Bai Ying practices catching sharp spears barehanded!

They went back and forth, fighting for over an hour, finally deciding a winner.

On the way back, Lin Feng personally drove the car.

Bai Ying was beaten to the point of having no energy left.

"Are you hungry?"

Bai Ying glanced out the window and asked.

You haven't!

Lin Feng thought to himself, then laughed and said: "There's still an hour until noon!"

"Please let me treat you to a meal! It's been a long time since we've eaten together."

"Sure!"

Lin Feng laughed and agreed.

But when the car stopped in front of a hot pot restaurant, Lin Feng suddenly realized he had no money.

This car belonged to Bai Ying; when he came out, his pockets were empty.

For a long time already, Boss Lin hasn't carried money.

No cash, no bank card, no credit card.

"I didn't bring any money!"

Lin Feng scratched his head.

Bai Ying rarely saw Lin Feng embarrassed; she picked up her bag from the back seat and said: "I have money! I'll treat you! You big shot, being able to eat a meal with you is truly my honor!"

Saying that, she swung her bag a few times and linked her arm with Lin Feng's.