"Mr. Lu, there’s a message here, it seems to be about Miss Lin."

Still having lunch on the flight to the United States, Lu Shouyue took the iPad handed over by his assistant and his breath caught. The girl in pajamas clinging to the outside of the air conditioner was too familiar to him—who else could it be but Lin Wanwan?

Even from a distance, he could recognize her at a glance.

It wasn’t until he saw Lin Wanwan agilely jump back onto her balcony that Lu Shouyue finally exhaled.

He immediately wanted to call Lin Wanwan, but at the last second, he canceled the call.

The incident had already happened; there was no benefit in calling Lin Wanwan to lecture her, even if out of concern. Besides, after all this time together, he had long understood what kind of person Lin Wanwan was.

Even if he told her to consider her own safety first and not to do anything so dangerous, Lin Wanwan wouldn’t listen to him. The next time something like this happened, she would still help without hesitation.

The first time he felt an irresistible affection for Lin Wanwan was because of her heroic deeds.

Ah, such a contradiction.

Lu Shouyue rubbed his temples, smiled wryly, returned the iPad to his assistant, and said, "Contact the PR department of Times Company. If Wanwan’s identity is exposed, make sure to guide the public opinion."

"Yes."

Although Lu Shouyue’s own business wasn’t publicly listed, his father’s Times Group and his grandfather’s Lu Group were both publicly traded companies. As a family member with significant shares, he had to be mindful of his actions, as they could affect stock prices.

Now, since Lin Wanwan was his fiancée, there would naturally be connections.

So asking his assistant to contact the PR department of Times Company to monitor and guide public opinion about Lin Wanwan online wasn’t exactly an abuse of power—it was part of their job.

Though Lu Shouyue didn’t plan to lecture Lin Wanwan, showing concern was a must.

He immediately opened WeChat and sent Lin Wanwan a message: "Heroine, you helped the weak again, wall-climbing is so cool ^_^, next time take me with you."

Attached was a screenshot video of her holding a child outside a fifth-floor window.

Upon receiving Lu Shouyue’s WeChat message, Lin Wanwan was both surprised by how fast he caught the news and amused by his words.

"Is he complimenting me or teasing me?" Lin Wanwan muttered, replying with a Popeye expression emoji.

"Wanwan, texting Little Lu, huh? Smiling so happily!"

The wife of Teacher Liang sitting across from Lin Wanwan teased with a grin, and Lin Wanwan didn’t deny it.

Since Lu Shouyue was mentioned, Liang Jingtian asked curiously, "Wanwan, it’s the weekend today. Didn’t Little Lu come to Hai City with you? What’s he busy with lately, still antiques?"

"Oh, he’s on a business trip to the United States today, probably for two weeks. I don’t really understand his business; it seems to be something about investment companies."

Liang Jingtian just asked casually, and when he heard Lin Wanwan saying this, he chuckled, "He’s quite busy, often traveling abroad?"

Lin Wanwan thought for a moment and replied, "Going abroad isn’t too often, he goes to Hong Kong more."

"Oh, you and Little Lu are like a perfect match made in heaven!" praised his wife with a smile.

"Sis-in-law, you and my senior brother are also a heavenly couple, especially with the adorable Banxia!"

Both Liang Jingtian and his wife were Western medicine doctors, so when dining with Lin Wanwan, besides daily life topics, there was nothing much to talk about as they didn’t share professional connections.

After finishing their meal and heading out of the restaurant, Lin Wanwan encountered a bald little boy with a baseball cap posing for photos next to a Bugatti in the parking lot.

The one taking his pictures seemed to be his father, dressed in humble construction camouflage attire with a little girl on his shoulder.

Liang Banxia pointed to the boy and said to the adults, "He’s taking pictures by Aunt Lin’s car!"

Hearing the sound, the man put away his phone, and the bald little boy quickly and shyly ran to his father’s side.

"Is this your car? Sorry, the kid liked it, just took a picture, didn’t capture the license plate, don’t worry." The man said somewhat embarrassedly.

Lin Wanwan gave a casual smile, "No problem, boys love cars. Are you satisfied with the pictures? I can open the door and let him sit inside."

"That would be too much trouble for you." The father said, but it was clear he was tempted by Lin Wanwan’s offer.

"Not at all." Lin Wanwan pressed the car key to unlock the car door, signaling the little boy to sit inside.

The little boy looked up at his dad, and after receiving a nod of approval, cautiously moved to the front of the car, sat in the driver’s seat, and beamed with joy while gripping the steering wheel.

Being a Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor, Lin Wanwan had a keen eye for observation. She noticed something peculiar about the boy immediately.

His complexion clearly indicated he was a seriously ill child.

Once the photos were done, Lin Wanwan considered her words carefully before saying, "Sir, I’m a doctor. I’d suggest you consider taking your child for a blood test."

The father’s face immediately changed, then his eyes reddened, but he controlled himself and gave a helpless smile, "Thank you, doctor. You have keen insight; indeed, the child is sick, leukemia. The hospital said it’s just a matter of three months, so I’m taking him out to play, to fulfill his wishes as much as I can."

His voice choked by the end.

Lin Wanwan exchanged a glance with Liang Jingtian and his wife, then said, "I’m sorry, do you mind if I examine the child?"

"I don’t mind, please go ahead."

Lin Wanwan stepped forward, checking the child’s pulse, examining his eyes and tongue. After a while, she sighed internally.

There is no specific term for cancer in Traditional Chinese Medicine, but many cancer patients seek TCM for treatment. Unfortunately, Lin Wanwan was certain she currently didn’t have the capability to cure this little boy in front of her.

"Where is the child’s mother? Why isn’t she here with you? You have two kids with you." Liang Jingtian’s wife, full of compassion, asked.

"The child’s mother had the same illness and passed away two years ago."

"Oh, I’m sorry, my condolences."

"It’s okay, it’s fate." The man sighed, holding the little boy’s hand to leave, "Thank you for fulfilling a small wish of his."

"Wait a moment, I have a small gift for the little one."

Lin Wanwan called them back, stooped into the car, and retrieved a small gift box. Inside was a piece of mutton fat jade from the great Tang era, carved into a dozing dog, about the size of a baby’s fist, precious beyond words.

If the boy’s family struggled with medical expenses, selling the jade could yield a good sum for treatment.

This was initially a gift Lin Wanwan intended for little Banxia, but now she was giving it to this fatefully connected unfortunate boy.

"This little treasure was blessed at a temple in the Ancient City; may it bring you good luck." Lin Wanwan wasn’t lying about the blessing; not only was it in the Ancient City but at the Great Tang era’s Royal Temple, Daxingshan Temple, by a senior monk.

The boy’s eyes lit up with delight at the lifelike dog in the opened box. Yet, out of politeness, he didn’t take it immediately, looking up at his father for permission like before.

"Oh, how can I accept this?" The man blushed a little, but didn’t refuse, gingerly encouraging his son, "Quick, thank the lady."

"Thank you, Auntie." The innocent little boy reached out and accepted the mutton fat jade dog.