She Lives without Regret in This Life

Chapter 322: Chapter 328 Overlapping Events from a Previous Life

Shen Feihu nodded, “I guarded against everything, forcibly keeping my two capable generals from leaving, never expecting my own son would desperately beg to go.”

“No, Jian Guo cannot go, I’ll call the Research Institute immediately.” The Senior Shen Family only had Jian Guo as a son; what would he do if something really happened—how could he explain it?

Moreover, with Jian Guo’s current job title, he wouldn’t be forced to undertake such a mission. There were certain rules about how these highly dangerous missions were allocated.

Those who had made meritorious achievements, families with a single child for three generations, descendants of old scientific researchers, and so on.

“Enough! Stop calling!” Shen Feihu grabbed the phone, “I might be able to stop Qigang from going, but I can’t prevent Jian Guo from going. Our Shen Family has dedicated our lives and blood to the country. We can’t start expecting special treatment with Jian Guo’s generation. If Meng Fan could go to the battlefield, why can’t Jian Guo carry out a mission?”

Liang Ximing was silent, unmoved—he was absolutely right! As the highest leader of the Rescue Association, he could consider the overall situation and stop Xu Qigang from going. But as a father, he couldn’t stop his own son.

If it were him, other than praying his son would come back safely, there was nothing else he could do.

“Old Liang, I’m not that weak-willed!” Shen Feihu sighed, “This application was put forward by Jian Guo himself, the Research Institute has already confirmed it; no one can stop him.” He paused, then after nearly a minute of silence continued, “Let him go! Everything should follow the Research Institute’s decision; we shouldn’t interfere.”

He knew this must have been something that rascal Jian Guo applied for by himself. Otherwise, no one would dare put his name on the list.

Shen Feihu thought about the time he saw Sheng Ning standing with Meng Ping in the grove, his thick eyebrows furrowed deeply. He had taken a blow, he never thought the boy would fall so deeply.

The boy took after his mother—once serious about something, even a lifetime wouldn’t be enough to forget it.

But how dare Lu Yuan put Jian Guo’s name forward without giving him a heads-up? Now he’s even having a subordinate call; does he not take Shen Feihu seriously?

Shen Feihu gritted his teeth, feeling it was necessary to organize a competition. Otherwise, that bastard wouldn’t understand why flowers are so red.

“Alright, I got it! What about your wife?”

“Don’t tell her a word; I’ll just say Jian Guo went on an inspection.”

“Okay!”

The news that could have caused a sensation was thus suppressed by the two, and not even mentioned.

At the same time at the Research Institute, there was no way to remain calm, whether among senior leaders or young comrades.

Inside the dean’s office at the Research Institute, Dean Lu Yuan slammed his desk so hard it echoed.

“Who? Who approved this?”

Everyone seated kept silent, heads lowered, not saying a word.

“What do you take me for? The list was reported without my permission.”

“Dean, this… didn’t you see it yourself?” someone softly spoke from below.

“What have I seen?” Lu Yuan threw the document directly at the person, “Damn it, was Shen Jian Guo’s name on it when I saw it?”

“No!”

“Then why is it on the approved list now?” Lu Yuan glared.

“That… that…”

“Enough with the stammering, just get out.” It was too late for anything now, and it was useless to scold them. He had been the dean for so many years, but this was the first time he was this furious.

That damn Jian Guo, what outrageous audacity—daring to do such a thing.

How was he supposed to answer to Shen Feihu? If something went wrong, wouldn’t Shen Feihu tear him apart?

*******

On the third day, the General Union Newspaper published a huge article on the General Union Dance Troupe’s innovation and reform at the turn of the century. New dance concepts, new forms of expression, and new story content.

Upbeat, avoiding cliches.

The entire Northern District, even the Four Regions where the paper was distributed, became familiar with the name of the General Union Dance Troupe.

The cover of the newspaper did not feature a still from Blood Rose, but rather a live scene photo from Hope Field. A rookie reporter captured a triple exposure effect for the first time.

The scene was set against a spectacular and lavish performance—all to highlight that breathtakingly beautiful young girl.

In the dance, Sheng Ning was admired like a star; a natural and invested elegance twinkled in her focused immersion. She was passionately beautiful, fervently fiery, and also as silently delicate as a fine drizzle.

The photo drew countless people’s attention; the newspaper’s cover was in high demand, some even secretly preserved it.

Hundreds of song and dance troupes, among them the most famous were Qianjin, General Politics, Naval Politics, Air Politics. Others belonged to the provincial or even the lowest city level. Usually doing the hardest work, visiting the most remote troops. Some people dedicate their entire lives to this position, remaining obscure. Now that the General Union Song and Dance Troupe has become famous, Yang Wenying could wake up laughing from her dreams.

Their fame was different from that of celebrities.

Spreading across the Five Districts, that was true glory.

*****

Su Yun also had the habit of reading newspapers; every morning an assistant would place the newspaper on her desk.

This morning, when she arrived at her office, the first thing she saw was the cover. At first glance, she thought it was a Hong Kong movie star and severely criticized the Union Paper.

Getting bolder, the Union paper, a serious internal publication, dared to feature those chaotic movie stars from outside.

Only after she sat down with a cup of tea and lowered her briefcase did her expression become more and more somber.

This… isn’t that Sheng Ning from the General Union Dance Troupe?

Su Yun snatched up the newspaper, quickly flipping through it—the more she read, the uglier her expression became, and before she even finished reading, she slammed her hand hard on the desk.

“That Yang Wenying, always opposing me is one thing, but now she dares to compare some nobody to my Four Golden Flowers.” She picked up the phone on the desk, dialed a number, and as soon as the call connected, she commanded, “The visit to the General Union can be arranged now!”