After Ji Wushuang finished reading the document, she spoke up.
"Mr. Lu."
"According to the information, Miss Lu is just an ordinary female college student."
"I don't understand where the difficulty of this task lies."
"Or rather, why you need me to take on this task."
Lu Chenyuan seemed to have anticipated her question.
"This information is just a summary of her past."
"And your task is to protect her future."
He stood up and walked over to a huge world map.
"My sister has decided to take a one - year sabbatical."
"She wants to see the world."
"Not to watch fashion shows in Paris or ski in Switzerland."
"But to go here."
His finger pointed at a war - torn country in Central Africa.
"Here."
He then pointed at a slum in South America controlled by drug lords and gangs.
"And here."
His finger swept across the Golden Triangle in Southeast Asia and the refugee camps in the Middle East.
Each of these places was a no - go zone for ordinary people.
For Ji Wushuang, they were places she had either fought in or heard of, filled with death and danger.
Ji Wushuang's expression finally changed.
She finally understood why Gao Feng had said it was a choice.
Why Lu Chenyuan had come to her.
Sending a delicate girl who had grown up in a greenhouse to these places?
Wasn't it the same as sending her to her death?
"Is she crazy? Or are you?"
Ji Wushuang asked in surprise.
Her tone was no longer as polite as before.
"She's very clear - headed. And so am I."
Lu Chenyuan turned around and looked at her.
"This is her own decision."
"I'm only responsible for ensuring her safety."
"Asking you to do this might seem like an under - utilization of your talents. But as you know, in these places, human lives are the cheapest thing."
"So, I need you."
The tea - room fell into silence.
Ji Wushuang was thinking rapidly.
She assessed the risk of this task. It was extremely high.
She assessed the survival probability of the target. It was extremely low.
She even suspected that this was a premeditated murder within the Lu family.
They wanted to get rid of this girl through her hands.
"Your reward."
Lu Chenyuan interrupted her train of thought.
He took out another document and placed it on the table.
It was an employment contract.
Ji Wushuang opened the contract. When she saw the annual salary written on it.
Even she couldn't help but be a little surprised.
It was a figure she had never imagined.
It was an amount of money she couldn't earn in a hundred years even if she risked her life in the army.
But that wasn't even the most important part.
The most important thing was the clauses below the salary.
These clauses not only included all the support the Lu family could provide during the mission.
They also included various resources and guarantees for Ji Wushuang and her family after the mission...
This wasn't an ordinary employment contract.
It was a contract entrusting one's life.
It was also a pass to a higher social class.
What Lu Chenyuan offered wasn't just money.
He offered a promise.
A promise to pave all the roads for Ji Wushuang's future.
If Ji Wushuang accepted this contract.
In a year, she would have the freedom and capital that she couldn't even imagine now.
She could start a completely different life.
She could do anything that excited her.
She could make up for the unfulfilled wishes of her comrades - in - arms who had entrusted their lives to her, and see the scenery they had never seen...
Or, she could also retire and live in peace.
Even, she could go back to school and further her studies.
The only price for all this was that she had to spend this year protecting the innocent young lady.
Although this young lady was at risk of dying in any corner of the world at any time.
Ji Wushuang closed the contract, suppressing all her thoughts.
Then, she looked up and said,
"I have another requirement."
"During the mission, I need absolute decision - making power regarding all safety issues."
"Miss Lu must unconditionally obey my instructions."
"Sure. This is only right and proper."
Lu Chenyuan answered without hesitation.
"I need a way to contact you at any time."
"No problem. I'll open a dedicated 24 - hour hotline to communicate with you."
"Also, I've asked Lin Yuan to form a special team to cooperate with your work."
"Good."
Ji Wushuang stood up.
"I accept this commission."
Her voice was calm.
Lu Chenyuan reached out his hand.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Ms. Ji."
"Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Lu."
From this moment on, a blood - stained blade that had cut through life and death and a delicate flower in a greenhouse were inexplicably tied together.
"When can you start working?"
Lu Chenyuan asked.
"Now."
Ji Wushuang's answer was still as concise.
"Well, there's no need to be in such a hurry."
Lu Chenyuan said to Lin Yuan outside the door.
"Lin Yuan, arrange a car to take Ms. Ji to rest. You'll pick her up at the manor yourself tomorrow."
"Yes, Mr. Lu."
Ji Wushuang turned around and was about to leave.
"Ms. Ji."
Lu Chenyuan suddenly called out to her.
Ji Wushuang looked back.
"My sister is not a bad person at heart."
Lu Chenyuan looked at her, with a complex emotion in his eyes that Ji Wushuang couldn't understand.
"She's just been overly protected by us."
"Like a fledgling that has never seen the storms."
"I hope that in this year, you can protect her."
"And also hope that you can teach her how to fly."
Ji Wushuang looked at him.
This was the first time she saw a kind of warmth that belonged to an "elder brother" on this man's face, other than calmness and control.
She was silent for a moment.
"I'm only responsible for her safety."
After saying that, she turned around and left the tea - room.
Watching her departing back, Lu Chenyuan showed a faint smile.
This Ms. Ji seemed cold on the surface, but in fact, she was much warmer - hearted than she appeared.
After a while, Lin Yuan walked in.
"Mr. Lu, everything has been arranged."
"Okay."
Lu Chenyuan picked up the cold tea and drank it all in one gulp.
"Give orders that all our security resources in Africa and South America should grant Ms. Ji the highest - level access."
"Also, ask Mr. Mo to help out. The Mo family's influence is more useful in some places than ours."
"Understood."
Lin Yuan paused for a moment and then asked.
"Mr. Lu, are you really at ease letting Miss Qianqian go to those places?"
"Can Ji Wushuang really protect her well?"
Lu Chenyuan looked out of the window.
"I trust my judgment."
"And I also trust Gao Feng's recommendation."
"If even Ji Wushuang can't protect Qianqian in this world."
"Then, no one can."
He paused for a moment and added,
"Moreover, a fledgling has to fly on its own once."
"Even if it might get badly hurt."
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