Around three in the afternoon, a car left Lan Hai City and drove onto the highway.
Yang Feilong glanced at the incredibly beautiful woman sitting in the passenger seat. She was wearing a sailor uniform and looked incredibly pure.
Fortunately, he had been eating meat every day recently, otherwise, with a man and a woman alone, his mind would surely have conjured some licentious thoughts.
On the road, Yang Feilong made small talk: "Did you study in Lan Hai before?"
"Yes, I attend Lan Hai High School One." Qian Yeyu smiled gently. Her smile was exceptionally lovely, like a girl next door, making people instinctively want to protect and care for her.
"Teacher Yang, you seem younger than me. How did you end up teaching at a prestigious university like Lan Hai University?" Qian Yeyu tilted her head, looking at Yang Feilong with bright, curious eyes.
Yang Feilong smiled and explained the same story he had told others.
"So, is there really hope for my grandmother's condition to be cured?" Qian Yeyu blinked her beautiful eyes. They were indeed very attractive.
"Of course." Yang Feilong nodded, then paused and asked, "I saw on your resume that you attended primary and middle school in Japan?"
"Yes, I did." Qian Yeyu nodded and smiled naturally. "My father is from Long Country, and my mother is from Japan. The education in Japanese primary and middle schools is better. That's also why I started university a bit later, because the education systems were different. I had a harder time in my first year of high school and repeated it."
"I see." Yang Feilong realized, and then asked subtly, "You grew up in Japan, why didn't you join Japanese nationality?"
"Because my father is from Long Country!" Qian Yeyu chuckled.
"Then, having grown up in Japan, do you know ninjutsu?" Yang Feilong asked again.
"Ninjutsu? No, I don't." Qian Yeyu shook her head helplessly. "Practicing ninjutsu requires talent, and my mother's side isn't well-off; they aren't a Japanese ninja family. It's incredibly difficult to cultivate ninja techniques if you don't have the right background."
"Is that so?" Yang Feilong smiled and nodded, without offering much commentary.
The reason he asked was that he was considering that since the Heihe Group had dispatched Li Xiya to infiltrate his life, what about Japan's Yeren Group? The Yeren Group had disappeared after kidnapping Luo Wenwen last time, seemingly giving up. But had they really given up? Yang Feilong had felt the presence of a deeply hidden ninja at the time, and he wondered if this Qian Yeyu might be one.
It just seemed too coincidental.
Qian Yeyu, like Li Xiya, was an extremely beautiful woman. And whether it was the Yeren Group or the Heihe Group, anyone investigating him would likely discover his weakness: he had many girlfriends, which they would interpret as a fondness for women.
In such a scenario, arranging for a woman to carry out a mission was entirely plausible.
After all, a honey trap was often the best strategy!
And Qian Yeyu, having lived in Japan for elementary and middle school, could indeed be a spy or an operative planted by Japan in Long Country.
However, it also felt unlikely. If Qian Yeyu were a spy, why wouldn't she have disguised herself during her many years of schooling in Japan? Was she afraid of leaving any traces?
Because if they investigated, it would be very easy to find out.
By writing it down so directly, it gave an impression of being frank and honest.
Of course, it would be too hasty to conclude now that Qian Yeyu was not a spy trained by the Yeren Group. There's an old saying in Long Country: truth and deception are the hardest to discern. Therefore, he still needed to be cautious. He would be able to find out the truth once they reached their destination.
Yang Feilong chatted with Qian Yeyu, maintaining his composure.
More than two hours later, Yang Feilong drove Qian Yeyu to a village.
"My home is in the countryside; you don't mind, do you?" Qian Yeyu asked Yang Feilong timidly.
"Mind what?" Yang Feilong revealed a gentle smile. "One's birth is destined by heaven. If one becomes successful and then despises the place that raised them, I have always looked down on such people."
Qian Yeyu bit her rosy lips lightly and nodded thoughtfully.
"Which house is yours?" Yang Feilong asked.
"Drive forward along the main road..." Qian Yeyu directed Yang Feilong. Soon, the car stopped in front of a courtyard.
It was a brick and tile house.
It looked quite old. The courtyard gate was made of wood, with much of the paint peeling off. There were couplets on the gate, but their color had faded.
Yang Feilong carried the things Qian Yeyu had bought from the trunk.
Qian Yeyu pulled a suitcase containing her clothes.
They pushed the door open and entered.
"Grandma." While signaling Yang Feilong to stay close, Qian Yeyu called out cheerfully, "I'm back."
"Is that Xiao Yu?" From the living room, a middle-aged woman, supporting an elderly woman with a face full of wrinkles, shuffled out.
Upon seeing Qian Yeyu, the elder's face lit up with a kind smile.
She had always doted on this only granddaughter.
"Grandma, Aunt Liu," Qian Yeyu greeted them with a smile.
"Xiao Yu." The middle-aged woman also smiled at Qian Yeyu, then looked at Yang Feilong and asked, "Is this young man your boyfriend?"
"Mhm, Grandma, what do you think of the boyfriend I found?" Qian Yeyu revealed a shy smile.
"Good, good, good." The old woman laughed heartily.
Yang Feilong: "..."
Qian Yeyu gave Yang Feilong a meaningful glance, implying she wanted him to play along.
Yang Feilong blinked. "You want me to impersonate your boyfriend? I'm here to treat your grandmother."
"Come, come, young man, don't just stand there. Since you're here, what did you bring?" The old woman looked at Yang Feilong. Her eyes, a bit clouded, saw him, and her smile was very kind and benevolent.
These items were naturally not bought by Yang Feilong. He sighed inwardly. This girl wanted him to pretend to be her boyfriend without even asking his opinion beforehand. Was she afraid he would refuse, or what?
"Hello, Grandma, Aunt Liu. Just a few small things, nothing valuable." Yang Feilong said with a light smile.
This Aunt Liu, according to Qian Yeyu's explanation on the road, was a housekeeper hired for the grandmother. In reality, she was a neighbor from the village. They had hired two, paying each a few thousand yuan a month, and they took turns. This was mainly to ensure someone was always available.
"Come, come, let's talk inside," the old grandmother smiled and invited Yang Feilong in.
Once inside, she offered Yang Feilong peanuts and asked Aunt Liu to get him water.
Yang Feilong repeatedly declined, but finally accepted a little, not wanting to upset the elder.