Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved-Chapter 1116: Wu Jing, Mr. Song Has Arrived

Chapter 1116: Chapter 1116: Wu Jing, Mr. Song Has Arrived

Kun gave her the first chance, but there would be no second.

She had to escape with Song Jingtian within that time frame.

Tang Li couldn’t help but take a closer look at Ruan in front of her and asked, "Are you from the S country?"

Ruan glanced at Song Jingtian from the corner of his eye, ignoring the defensive gaze of the little fatty, and replied to Tang Li, "I was born in Siam."

After saying that, he left the laboratory.

This answer seemed to say something, yet said nothing at all.

Tang Li noticed that Ruan didn’t want to talk much more, so once the wooden door was closed, she turned her head towards Song Jingtian.

The little guy was also looking at her.

"Do you think he could be—"

The word "undercover" never left Tang Li’s lips.

She was also afraid of eavesdroppers.

Unexpectedly, Song Jingtian nodded, "I saw it a while ago."

Being too eager to please is not a good sign.

So, he had to watch over Tang Li closely, making sure no one could steal her away.

The next day, when Ruan came back, the little guy put down his half-eaten jelly, grabbed a broom from behind the door, and hurriedly rushed to the neighboring laboratory.

Tang Li was just about to lock the wooden door.

Ruan taught her how to extract, something that shouldn’t be known to the villagers.

It had to be done secretly behind closed doors.

Song Jingtian ran over, just about to squeeze inside, when Ruan’s voice came through, "Let this little guy keep watch outside."

Song Jingtian: "......"

Just about to say that a lone man and woman shouldn’t be together, Tang Li asked him, "Can you finish the task?"

"......" Song Jingtian.

He held the broom awkwardly, giving Tang Li a glance, "If I’m not inside and he tries anything with you... what then?"

After saying that, Tang Li showed him something.

It was a switchblade.

Tang Li subtly put it away, whispering, "Relieved now?"

Song Jingtian snorted, turning to get a small stool.

The primary source plant for heroin extraction is the poppy fruit.

In the laboratory, Ruan put on gloves and cut open the skin of a poppy fruit, allowing white juice to slowly flow out, dripping into a measuring cup.

Tang Li watched as the juice gradually solidified, turning black-brown, "What’s this?"

"Opium, the material from which morphine is extracted," Ruan excised another ten juice-or-so, "Morphine is further refined into a white powder, which we commonly refer to as white powder."

It was Tang Li’s first time encountering these things.

Watching the cup of juice, she thought of the child soldiers outside.

And those martyrs who sacrificed their lives on the front line of the anti-drug effort.

"I’m letting you get familiar with these, just in case," Ruan suddenly said again, "Peng Sha abducted you, and since we didn’t clean up along the way, surely the authorities from S country will soon send someone to rescue you."

The words sounded comforting.

But they shouldn’t have come from a drug dealer’s mouth.

What if it was a test?

So, Tang Li didn’t follow up on it, instead focusing on Ruan’s profile as she spoke, "Did Ping know the woman who was taken back to the village with us?"

Time passed, so long that she thought she wouldn’t get an answer, Ruan changed his gloves and spoke, "Ming probably doesn’t know her, but—"

Ruan turned to look at her, gaze open, "Someone close to Ming might be around her."

Implicitly, he didn’t know who exactly either.

Tang Li wasn’t disappointed, as she hadn’t hoped to find the truth from Ruan, and because of what Ruan had said, that suspicion resurfaced in her mind again yesterday.

"Are you a Chinese Siamese?" Tang Li asked.

This time, Ruan didn’t avoid discussing it, "You could say that."

That is to say, he wasn’t from S country.

—Thus, the assumption that Ruan was an undercover S country agent was invalid.

If he wasn’t one of their own, why help her?

At that moment, there was no one else in the room, and with the little guy watching outside, Tang Li was planning to ask about her doubts when she suddenly felt a prickly sense at the back of her neck.

Tang Li turned around and saw a little face pressed against the dirty glass window.

At this point, the little face was already squished flat.

Like a black hole, the nostrils were pointing straight at her.

Tang Li: "..."

Tang Li went to the door and as she opened it, Song Jingtian also just got up from the small stool.

The little guy was holding the bench, his face painted like a cat’s.

"What are you doing?" Tang Li preemptively asked.

Song Jingtian defended himself, "I saw the window was a bit dirty and thought of cleaning it."

"Do you clean windows with your face?"

Song Jingtian: "..."

The little guy was at a loss for words, starting to look up at the sky, Tang Li also noticed his wariness of Ruan, "If there’s truly any danger, I’ll definitely call you."

Song Jingtian glanced at Tang Li.

Thinking to himself, it was already beyond a matter of danger or not.

That old man was just an old white face.

Even though his hair was gray, his face wasn’t unappealing.

Eyes like a falcon, sharp but not fierce, a lean but not sickly face, broad shoulders and a straight back, unlike that Big Gold Chain who constantly had a toothpick in his mouth, nor like that tattooed arm who looked at people eerily.

The way he walked, somewhat resembled Ji Ming.

Song Jingtian couldn’t help but pout.

The most important thing, he even knows how to extract.

This Ruan, apart from his big brother, was the first man to make him feel a sense of crisis.

When he stood with Tang Li, there was an inexplicable fit.

If he didn’t keep a close watch, what if the person got carried away with him?

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his big brother, it was just that this enemy was too cunning.

That night, just as Tang Li placed two boxes of self-heating meals on the table, Song Jingtian suggested—starting tomorrow, he would replace Tang Li and learn refining with Ruan.

Tang Li: "Can you even reach the reaction kettle’s switch?"

Song Jingtian: "...!"

The next day, Ruan didn’t continue teaching Tang Li to refine.

That morning, Ruan came by, telling her that the businessman named Wu Jing had arrived.

—He had to accompany Kun to Kachin State to meet the guy.

Ming was responsible for staying back in the village.

According to plan, the return journey was tomorrow.

Before leaving, Ruan instructed Tang Li to try not go outside for the next two days.

Perhaps fearing Tang Li might pretend to comply but disobey in practice, Ruan added, "Now is not the best time."

Tang Li was always prudent with her life, naturally wouldn’t act rashly.

Even if she were to escape, she needed to carefully plan the route in advance.

After Ruan descended the stilt house and walked away, Song Jingtian lightly tugged on Tang Li’s hand, whispering conspiratorially, "I have a plan..."

"No, you don’t," Tang Li unceremoniously cut him off.

Song Jingtian: ... Hehe.

Tang Li knew this village was chaotic.

So, for the entire day, she and Song Jingtian stayed in the laboratory.

By evening, the sound of car engines came from outside, more than just one or two.

Then, the sound of lively chatter followed.

Such a large commotion meant Ruan and the others must have returned.

Could it be that the deal hadn’t gone through?

Tang Li went outside the laboratory door, able to see the scene at the entrance of the village, noticing aside from several jeeps, there was now an additional black car. Kun was standing nearby, whispering with Ming.

Then, Tang Li spotted a familiar figure.

Before she could take a closer look, the rear window of the car was also rolled down.

If seeing Yuan Qin merely surprised her; then, when she saw the man in the car wearing a mask and covering his mouth with a handkerchief, she was instantly stunned in place.

——

Mr. Song had arrived.

Good night.