Sheng Ning cleaned up the previously vacant room; the Captainās accommodations were the best in the family compound. It was a two-bedroom apartment with a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and even a separate study.
Anāan would definitely be staying here temporarily in the beginning, so her room had to be set up in advance. Besides a bed, the room had nothing, not even a blanket; sheād have to take time to buy everything these days.
Sheng Ning cleaned thoroughly, mopped the floor until it was spotless. She opened the windows for ventilation, letting in the crisp, melodious bird songs of spring, and looking out saw the distant lush, green mountains that brought her great joy.
Thinking of a peaceful life together with the Living Yama, she couldnāt help but smile.
At noon, she casually ate a bun, took a bath, and changed into the dress she bought in the mall a few days ago. It was the color of lemongrass, a spring dress with small floral prints. Her slender waist perfectly showcased the dress and her great figure. She wore a long-sleeve jacket over it to guard against the coolness of early morning and evening. This made her look fresh, clean, and fashionable, like a different person from her usual self in union uniforms.
Elegant, graceful, and full of charm. Yet her eyes, pure and clean, were so beautiful that one couldnāt look away. When Sheng Ning locked the door and went downstairs with her small homemade backpack, she brushed past Xing Fang, who didnāt recognize her at all.
"Who is that? Why did she come to our family compound?" Xing Fang curiously asked the wife of the second squad Captain.
"I donāt know her either."
"She looks really stunning." Xing Fangās eyes were glued to her back. Even her own body felt a thrill, let alone for men. Goodness! She was practically a femme fatale, bound to stir a sense of crisis in their family compound.
"I reckon she came from the direction of the Captainās home."
Upon hearing this, Xing Fangās expression was a mix of surprise and delight, sometimes waving her hands excitedly, at other times showing a look of resentment. Who knows what she fantasized; her imagination was likely too wild, frightening herself.
Anyway, from that day on, a story spread within the War Wolf Rescue Team. As for the storyās content, there were too many versions to clearly define it all at once.
In the afternoon, Sheng Ning took a car directly to the train station, pulled out a sign she had prepared in advance, and stood at the entrance. She arrived half an hour early, and there werenāt many people at the entrance, but once the train arrived, the crowd built up quickly.
A constant flow of people moved back and forth, and Sheng Ning stood in a pre-selected spot where she wasnāt crowded.
Yet there she was, standing so prettily, countless pairs of eyes around her sneaked glances at her. A man dressed in a three-piece suit pushed through the crowd and politely approached Sheng Ning, saying, "Hello comrade, my name is Xu Mo. Itās a pleasure to meet you. Iām the editor-in-chief of a magazine. Iād like to invite you to shoot a cover for our magazine. Would you be interested in considering a collaboration?"
Xu Moās smile was confident; he studied abroad, well learned, and naturally his temperament was different from those around. Producing magazines was the new trend, many Hong Kong movie stars debuted on magazine covers, and increasingly mainland singing stars were shifting focus from Spring Festival galas to this medium.
The young woman before him was exceptionally beautiful, even Xu Mo, who prided himself on worldly knowledge, was amazed. What captivated him the most was her aura, akin to an otherworldly beauty yet a vividly blooming rose. He had never seen a woman embody two completely different temperaments, contradictory yet strangely harmonious.