Super Zoo-Chapter 683 - 673: The Motherland is Calling Me

Ludmila, when not in military uniform or combat gear, had her golden hair neatly tied at the back of her head. Her ponytail gently swayed with her steps, making her look no different from an ordinary Eastern European female college student traveling in Huaxia.

The girl's legs were at least a meter long, and when she walked, she seemed to fly. Suming had to jog a little to catch up to her at the boarding gate.

Seeing Suming, a hint of surprise appeared in Ludmila's blue eyes; she took off her headphones hanging on her ear and whistled.

"Wow, your woman sure talks a lot, even though I told her not to tell you about my departure."

Suming frowned, looked Ludmila up and down, and said, "You're going to Ukraine?"

"Yes," Ludmila nodded, as if to say, what else.

"Can you not go?" Suming thought for a moment, then said, "I can apply to Moran Headquarters to have you stay in Yangchuan City as the chief instructor."

Ludmila was slightly taken aback but soon laughed, "I'm one of Moran's top managers, and my price is very, very high."

"Money is not a problem," Suming said earnestly. "Ukraine is very dangerous, I hope you can be safe."

"Then give me a reason."

Suming almost subconsciously responded with 'Does loving someone need a reason?'—he, of his age, had watched 'A Chinese Odyssey' countless times, so reflexively, he wanted to repeat the line. But as the words reached his lips, he immediately realized they were wrong; saying them out loud would cause big trouble.

Swallowing hard, Suming coughed once, looked into Ludmila's eyes, and repeated very seriously, "We are friends, I hope you can be safe."

Ludmila's blue eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze met Suming's in the air for a few seconds, and a beautiful curve formed on her lips.

After a few seconds of silence, Ludmila suddenly let go of her luggage and gave Suming a tight hug.

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"I've had a very pleasant vacation. Now my motherland is calling me, and I must go. Don't worry, women of the warlike nation are not so easy to defeat! Goodbye, young man. After the war, I will be waiting for you at the villa."

After speaking, Ludmila flipped her ponytail, pulled her suitcase past Suming, and with her head held high, she strode into the boarding gate without looking back.

Suming was slightly stunned as he watched Ludmila's figure, wanting to say something but finding no words to start.

Maybe it was for the best.

It was not until Ludmila's figure merged with the crowd and entered the boarding gate that Suming turned around and walked toward the airport exit.

Bonds between people can take many forms—some relationships are simple, like with Nangong Yan; it's the purest form of male and female *** relations and the relationship that makes Suming feel the most relaxed. In this relationship, he knows exactly what Nangong Yan wants and completely understands what kind of woman she is. Over time, such feelings may fade in freshness to some extent, but they tend to be the most stable and long-lasting.

Some relationships, on the other hand, might be more complicated, entangled with more than one factor, leaving even Suming unable to articulate which aspect is dominant—perhaps all of them, perhaps none.

These kinds of relationships are like taming a wild horse with a fierce temperament, never knowing when you might be thrown off, thrilling, with your heart racing.

However, Suming was very clear that a heart beating faster occasionally is a thrill, but if it's racing every minute of every day, it only leads to heart disease.

Just like a movie once said, between himself and Ludmila, there was no love or hatred, just a fleeting connection.

Watching the Eastern European woman who traveled thousands of miles from her ice-bound country to express warm emotions to Huaxia, who once pinned him against the wall with her long legs, insisting on a forceful advance, and now resolutely leaving, Suming felt a bit of a bitter tap of loss in his heart as a man.

Stepping out of the airport's doors, he had just taken out a cigarette and hadn't lit it yet when Tony approached from a distance, waving a phone in his hand.

"Boss, the madam has something very important for you!" Tony handed over the phone.

Suming subconsciously reached into his pocket, only to realize he hadn't brought his phone; Nangong Yan had called Tony's phone instead.

Something very important? What could it be? They had met just an hour ago. Why was it so urgent that she had to call Tony's phone?

"Hello, I just sent Ludmila off; never expected she's quite patriotic," Suming said with a laugh as he took the phone.

Nangong Yan did not mention Ludmila; she went straight to the point, "Yang Tao has had an accident."

Suming's face turned grim: "What happened?"

After hearing what Nangong Yan had to say, Suming hummed in response, hung up the phone, and returned it to Tony with an unchanged expression, saying, "Back to the zoo." With that, he strode toward the parking area.

Tony caught up in a few strides, looked at Suming's complexion, and felt a thump in his heart, not daring to say much.

Having been with Suming for a long time, this young foreigner had come to understand a bit about him. The boss, who appeared even younger than him, was truly a person who did not let his emotions show. If his facial expressions were rich, whether it was happiness, anger, sorrow, or joy, it generally meant the boss's mood wasn't too bad and the situation wasn't serious.

However, if Suming's face showed no expression at all, that indicated big trouble.

Now, Suming's face was just like that, mask-like, without any expression.

The hummingbird helicopter slowly took off, with the rotor blades and engine roaring. Suming took off the headphones hanging in front of him, put them on, took a deep breath, leaned back in the rear seat, closed his eyes slightly, and let his mood settle down as he quickly thought for half a minute.

Wang Hao learned of Yang Tao's situation through a classmate from the same city.

A significant incident had occurred in Yang Tao's family.

Yang Tao's mother had passed away very early. It seems she was no longer around by the time he started elementary school. Once Yang Tao's father's business started to pick up, he found a stepmother for him.

This stepmother was almost twenty years younger than Yang Tao's father. She was originally a junior clerk in Yang Tao's family travel agency, a girl from out of town called Zhou Jing, with little education or culture. Still, she was honest, hardworking, and having a tough time making ends meet on her own in a foreign place.

Middle-aged men, especially those with some business success, usually can't resist a young girl, coupled with a natural protective urge. Perhaps out of concern at first, Yang Tao's father Yang Lin took quite good care of Zhou Jing. However, as time went on, a successful and lonely man and a vulnerable young widow ended up beyond just care; they found their way to the bed.

Around the time when Yang Tao was in his second year of university, Yang Lin married Zhou Jing. Lin Mu even joked about whether Yang Tao should call Zhou Jing mom or sister. This joke almost got Wang Hao beaten up.

The specifics of Yang Lin's married life, of course, were unknown to Suming and the others. However, sometimes when drinking, an intoxicated Yang Tao would let slip some details, from which it was apparent that Yang Lin treasured his young wife and was undoubtedly the epitome of a doting husband.

No need to mention things like getting up at five in the morning to prepare breakfast. What worried Yang Tao the most was that since the marriage, his father had entrusted the company's financial authority to Zhou Jing.

As his son, there were some things Yang Tao had to express and had discussed them privately with Yang Lin on two occasions.

But Yang Lin didn't take it seriously, believing it was natural for men to take charge of external affairs and women to handle domestic finances—he made the money outside, while his wife managed it at home, nothing inappropriate there.

Once, Yang Lin even said, "Son, don't worry. Even if your aunt and I have more children in the future, I will leave your share of the family business intact. You are my eldest son, and one day, this company will still be yours to uphold the family honor."

With words like that, what more could Yang Tao say?

There's a sport in the world called pole vaulting.

Faced with a seemingly insurmountable high bar, smart people find a pole to leverage this pole's force, vault and leap over the bar.

Once they overcome the bar, the pole is no longer needed; in fact, if not discarded, it becomes a hindrance.

It's the same principle as a stepping stone.

Initially, Yang Tao's young stepmother had no one to rely on locally and wasn't worldly-wise. After marrying Yang Lin, her status improved with the rising tide; she began to meet more people and see more of the world, which made her ambitions grow.

The once caring and warm "uncle" gradually became an annoying old man; the once rustic village girl transformed into a wealthy and fashionable young madam;

The subsequent events were uncovered by a classmate from the same city as Yang Tao, to whom Wang Hao reached out. This classmate in turn gathered information from the employees of Yang Tao's family travel agency.

There was a young and competent deputy general manager in Yang Tao's travel agency, who was Yang Lin's business right-hand man. Starting from last year, rumors began circulating in the agency that this deputy general manager was having an improper relationship with Zhou Jing, and everyone in the agency knew except for the boss, Yang Lin.

About a month ago, Yang Lin went to a hotel for business discussions and happened to catch Zhou Jing walking out of the ground floor guest room area hand in hand with the deputy general manager.

It's said that Yang Lin suffered a heart attack right there and then. Fortunately, he was rushed to the hospital in time, saving his life.

After getting out of the hospital, Yang Lin went straight to the company to check the accounts, only to find that the money on the books had been transferred away. The travel agency, aside from an intact personnel structure, was financially almost an empty shell. Every time a large sum of money was transferred in, it was moved out within a few days.

The only ones with that authority were Yang Lin himself and his wife, Zhou Jing, who managed the finances. No matter how loyal an employee, no one would speak ill of the boss's wife in front of the boss. Not to mention, with the deputy general manager watching like a hawk, Yang Lin had been oblivious to the financial situation for the past six months.

Then the Yang Family started to buzz with divorce rumors. Last week, Yang Lin went to the court to freeze property assets and was hit by a dump truck before he could even enter the court. The truck driver did not flee; he dutifully called 110 and 120, admitted to overloading, and was willing to take all legal responsibility.

Yang Lin is still in the hospital, with Yang Tao constantly by his side. Yang Tao's phone was unreachable, reportedly because he smashed it in a fit of anger.

There was something decidedly fishy about this incident.