You were allowed to marry into No. 76 family, and you were promoted to director?

Chapter 318: Shifting the blame
At this point, Ding Moqun opened a drawer and took out a file:
"This is Mao Sanlin's file. In 38, Mao Sanlin was captured by the Japanese once, but was later rescued by the Military Intelligence Bureau. I didn't expect him to dare to come back."

“Make sure you recognize this person. I want you to wipe him out and his entire team.”

Yi Xincheng was a traitor to the Military Intelligence Bureau, so it was understandable that Mao Sanlin wanted to target him.

After all, he had just arrived in Shanghai to serve as the deputy station chief of the Military Intelligence Bureau, so it was only natural that he wanted to achieve something to establish himself.

Hearing Ding Moqun's words, Dao Yan's heart was already in turmoil.

There's a mole!
Not many people knew that Mao Sanlin had been transferred to the position of deputy station chief in Shanghai. Moreover, Ding Moqun found out about it just two days after Mao Sanlin arrived in Shanghai, and he also knew that Yi Xincheng was going to intercept and kill Yi Xincheng the day after tomorrow.

If there were no culprits within the Military Intelligence Bureau, Dao Yan would never believe it.

Moreover, this ghost's status is not low; otherwise, he wouldn't have known such timely and accurate information.

Miao Xue took the file, opened it, quickly glanced through it, and then handed it to Dao Yan beside her.

After reading the file, Dao Yan put it back on her desk and looked at Ding Moqun, saying:
"Director, should we tell Yi Xincheng about this?"

Ding Moqun waved his hand:
"No need, it would be bad if we alerted them. The day after tomorrow, you should secretly follow Yi Xincheng. Remember, you must capture Mao Sanlin and his group. If they resist, you can kill them on the spot."

After accepting the task, Dao Yan and Miao Xue left the director's office together.

In the corridor, Miao Xue turned her head to look at Dao Yan:
"Section Chief Dao, the section chief has been discharged from the hospital?"

Seeing Dao Yan nod, Miao Xue's face lit up with a bright smile.

"Section Chief Dao, I'll get back to work now. You can take care of anything you need to do. I'll arrange the preparations before the operation."

Watching Miao Xue walk briskly forward, Dao Yan smiled and shook her head.

As a woman, Dao Yan was well aware that Miao Xue liked Zhao Xuan, but Miao Xue's love was very well hidden.

Moreover, Dao Yan had a feeling that if she dared to wrong Zhao Xuan, Miao Xue would probably fight her to the death.

At the same time, in Professor Liu's office in the Department of Literature at Shenjiang University on Seymour Road.

Looking at the students, including Kuang Minsheng and Wang Weijia, sitting around a bench reading the script for their new play, Liu Shiren adjusted his glasses, clapped his hands, and said:
"Alright, students, that concludes today's script reading session. Kuang Minsheng and Wang Weijia, please stay behind. The rest of you may go home."

After everyone else left, Liu Shiren looked at Kuang Minsheng, who had closed the door, and asked with a gloomy expression:
"Kwong Minsheng, what are you really thinking? Aren't you and Wang Weijia a couple?"

Wang Weijia looked at Professor Liu with some surprise upon hearing this, while Kuang Minsheng shook his head and said:
"Professor Liu, who told you that? Wang Weijia and I are classmates, we just have a good relationship."

Liu Shiren took off his glasses and stood up. Looking at the two people standing opposite him at the desk, he seemed about to say something, but then put his glasses back on.
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing!"

"After what happened last time, didn't I tell you that you're not allowed to do anything unrelated to your studies while you're in school? I won't stop you from doing whatever you want after you graduate. But look at you now. Tell me, why did you and Wang Weijia move out?"

Kuang Minsheng lowered his head; how could he possibly tell Professor Liu about this?

Wang Weijia also slowly lowered her head.

Looking at the two silent men, Liu Shiren didn't know what to say.

Both of them were promising talents he had high hopes for; they were very promising.

But what they're doing now is heading down a dead end.

These two are such promising talents. After graduation, he can introduce them to the base area, where they can play a significant role, even if it's just teaching others to read.

How could Liu Shiren possibly watch them go further and further down a dead end?

If Secretary Sun hadn't contacted him, he wouldn't have known that Kuang Minsheng and his group had pulled off such a big thing behind his back.

"What, you can't even tell me?"

Kuang Minsheng shook his head, grabbed Wang Weijia, turned around, and ran out of Liu Shiren's office.

Seeing the two men's behavior, Liu Shiren had a terrible headache.

I promised Secretary Sun that I would definitely bring them back, but these young people nowadays have bigger ideas than the last. Sigh!

On the campus of Shenjiang University, Kuang Minsheng glanced at Wang Weijia beside him, opened his mouth, and tried several times but couldn't utter a single word.

After stopping in front of a large tree, Wang Weijia, dressed in a fresh and bright style, asked:
"President, is there something you want to tell me?"

Kuang Minsheng sighed, looking at Wang Weijia with a conflicted expression, and said:
“Weijia, I think Professor Liu is right. We only have one gun. Even if we wanted to kill Yi Xincheng, it would be too difficult.”

Wang Weijia covered her mouth and smiled:
"President, do you really think that Yi Xincheng can still escape by circling around a pillar when the true intentions are revealed?"

Kuang Minsheng gritted his teeth and said with some resentment:
"Last time, Yi Xincheng only took advantage of you a little. His wife finished her mahjong game, but what about next time? The art of using a beautiful woman has existed since ancient times, but using a beautiful woman doesn't mean you can actually use her."

Wang Weijia forced a smile:
"You know, my parents were killed by traitors."

Before Wang Weijia could finish speaking, Kuang Minsheng shook his head:

"The traitor who killed your parents was killed long ago by the Kuomintang or the underground Communist Party. What you're doing now... I..."

Wang Weijia looked at Kuang Minsheng with a serious expression:
"Do you regret it?"

"Yes, I regret it. Our plan was immature to begin with, and we didn't consider how many unexpected things might happen. Under such circumstances, you know how small our chances of killing Yi Xincheng are!"

Wang Weijia started walking towards the school gate:
"Even if you stop doing it, I will continue in my own way."

At this point, Wang Weijia stopped and turned to look at Kuang Minsheng with a gentle smile:
"Even if it costs me my life!"

"Didn't you ever think about failing?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Weijia did not reply. After regaining his senses, he quickened his pace and hurried away.

Watching Wang Weijia's retreating figure, Kuang Minsheng let out a long sigh:
"Wait for me! I didn't say I wasn't going to continue."

After the two left, Ye Luyan, holding a book in her arms, came out from a short distance away.

Watching the two figures leave, Ye Luyan turned and walked towards the Literature Department.

When Ye Luyan knocked and entered Liu Shiren's office, Liu Shiren was quite surprised:

"Writer Ye, you've come to see me?"

Wearing a beige trench coat and a knitted hat, Ye Luyan smiled and walked to the desk, placing the book she was holding on it.
"I've come to return the book."

"Leave those children to me."

Liu Shiren was slightly taken aback. Jon Snow would actually take the initiative to do something outside of his mission. This had never happened before in so many years.

Therefore, Liu Shiren dared not agree:
"Miss Ye, you know that even if you ask, I cannot agree to this kind of thing."

Ye Luyan smiled, did not answer, and turned to leave.

Liu Shiren looked on with a black line on his forehead, then stood up and quickly chased after him.

Guanghua Bookstore on Hankou Road, Shanghai.

After Sun Jianzhong returned, Wang Shuyu reported to him the situation that Chen Guang had called.

“Since even Morninglight is guessing this, it must be pretty close to the truth. However, the situation has changed a bit now, as Jon has gotten involved.”

"Jon?!"

Although Ye Luyan had always lived in the French Concession, she would often go to the library of Shenjiang University to read books.

Before this, Comrade Chunxiao was Jon Snow's contact, but later, after Jon Snow took on a mission to enter the French Concession, their contact gradually faded.

Although they were still in a superior-subordinate relationship, Chunxiao really couldn't ask Jon to do or not do anything.

After all, Jon's missions have always been strategic missions concerning the future.

So under normal circumstances, Spring Dawn wouldn't contact Jon, and Jon wouldn't take the initiative to contact Spring Dawn.

But today, after overhearing what Kuang Minsheng and Wang Weijia were saying, Jon went to see Chunxiao again and applied—no, it should be said that he unilaterally decided to get involved.

Wang Shuyu thought for a while before frowning and saying with considerable confusion:

"She's not such an irrational person!"

Sun Jianzhong replied with a wry smile:

"Yes, but there are some things that Jon can't control his own decisions. During the September 18 Incident, Jon joined us in Ice City. It was also at that time that Jon's parents died at the hands of traitors."

"Chunxiao has already found out that the student named Wang Weijia's experience is very similar to that of Jon."

Although Wang Shuyu didn't know what mission Jon was on, she knew that Jon shouldn't cause any unnecessary trouble in the current situation.

"Uncle Sun, let's try to persuade her again. Jon's mission must be very important. If something happens to her, how can we live up to the organization's trust?"

"Moreover, if Jon's mission goes wrong because of this incident, we will be held responsible to the death."

Yes, Jon's mission is very important; it concerns the future and is a strategic mission.

In Shanghai, only Sun Jianzhong and Liu Shiren knew about this mission.

Sun Jianzhong gave a wry smile:
"Shuyu, if I could persuade you otherwise, I wouldn't have come to you for advice."

"Jon has a flawed personality. Once she makes a decision, no one can control her behavior. Even if she tries her best to control herself, suppressing her nature too much will cause Jon's personality to develop in a more extreme direction."

Wang Shuyu looked at Sun Jianzhong with a puzzled expression:
"If that's the case, why did the organization send her to Shanghai to carry out the mission? Her current condition should be considered post-traumatic stress disorder, and this kind of symptom is no joke."

"Furthermore, Uncle Sun, based on your description, I feel that Jon Snow also has an avoidant personality. How can the organization trust someone like that to carry out missions?"

Sun Jianzhong looked at Wang Shuyu in surprise. He hadn't expected that he could grasp Ye Lüyan's condition so accurately with just a few simple words.

Anyone who didn't know better would think Wang Shuyu was a medical expert. Seeing Sun Jianzhong's conflicted expression, Wang Shuyu's eyes lit up as she recalled a newspaper article she had compiled about Ye Luyan, a well-known female writer from the French Concession.

Therefore, Jon Snow is Ye Luyan!
After having this conjecture, Wang Shuyu, combined with those reports, finally understood the organization's intentions.

"Uncle Sun, you don't need to say anything, I have a rough idea."

Ye Luyan, a young and well-known writer, has created several best-selling books over the years, and among the fans of these best-selling books are many university professors and returnees from overseas studies.

The most famous of them was a physicist.

Wang Shuyu speculated that the reason Jon was sent to Shanghai by the organization was most likely to unite these people and then wait for the right opportunity to transfer them to the base.

And Jon Snow is truly the best candidate to complete this task.

As can be seen from previous reports, after Jon arrived in Shanghai, he quickly established contact with those people. In fact, the physicist even went so far as to settle in the French Concession of Shanghai in order to discuss academic matters with Jon.

Don't assume that because Jon Snow works in literature, he studied humanities-related subjects. In college, Jon Snow majored in mathematics, economics, and physics.

The September 18 Incident changed Jon Snow's life. From that moment on, Jon chose to create, using his writing to relieve his inner repression and fear.

It was through his writing that Jon Snow fully developed another of his talents, and his literary works attracted a large number of readers, including scholars who were of interest to the organization.

Putting aside some of Jon's psychological issues, her abilities are sufficient.

It was for this reason that the organization chose Jon Snow to go to Shanghai to carry out the "Return Journey Plan".

"Shuyu, what do we do now? We really can't interfere with what Jon has decided. If her identity is exposed, all our efforts over the years will be in vain."

Wang Shuyu just felt a headache coming on. If Chen Guang were here, what would he do?
After a long while, Wang Shuyu made a difficult decision:

"We can't provoke her too much. Since we can't stop her, let's help her refine her plan. I think Lin Jieru is a very good candidate."

The reason is simple: Lin Jieru is Chenguang's offline.

Sun Jianzhong paced back and forth in the room, and finally agreed to Wang Shuyu's proposal:

"Alright then, I'll swallow my pride and ask Jie Ru for help. With her around, it's like having Chen Guang around. Plus, with you, Shu Yu, I think there shouldn't be any problems."

At the Violet Restaurant on Baoshan Street, Wang Weijia felt like she was in a dream.

After parting ways with Kuang Minsheng, Wang Weijia originally planned to return to her apartment.

Unexpectedly, he ran into his idol, Ye Lüyan, along the way.

As a literature student, Wang Weijia was a big fan of Ye Lüyan's works.

Coincidentally, Ye Luyan came specifically for Wang Weijia.

In the private room of the Violet Restaurant, Wang Weijia looked at Ye Luyan, who was sitting next to her, with a mixture of shyness and excitement:
"Yan Gu, I'm so happy, I never expected to run into you."

Yan Gu is a respectful title given to Ye Lüyan in literary circles.

With a serious expression, Ye Luyan didn't have time to try and get close to Wang Weijia, and said directly:

"Don't speak, listen to me."

Wang Weijia nodded repeatedly, wondering what her idol would say to her.
"You want to kill Yi Xincheng. With your current plan, the probability of success is not zero, but it's too low."

"Don't make that face, and don't look at me like that. I can tell you what your plans are all about. It shows how incompetent you are. You don't even understand the principle of secrecy."

Wang Weijia looked at Ye Luyan in horror. Now she regretted meeting Ye Luyan today.

What terrified Wang Weijia the most was how someone who had absolutely no connection to her knew about such a confidential matter.
Ye Luyan's eyes seemed to see through people's hearts. Seeing Wang Weijia's current state, Ye Luyan lowered her voice and continued:
"Never mind how I know, but if you want to succeed, I'll help you refine your plan. If you trust me, listen to me; if not, I'll leave now and pretend we never met."

After speaking, Ye Luyan waited for about half a minute, but still didn't receive a reply from Wang Weijia. Sure enough, Ye Luyan stood up and was about to leave the private room.

Coming to her senses, Wang Weijia quickly called out to her:
"Yan Gu, I believe you!"

Based on her understanding of Ye Lüyan's literary works, Wang Weijia determined that Ye Lüyan was a veiled patriotic writer.

The reason it is described as subtle is that those who have not conducted in-depth analysis of Ye Luyan's literary works simply cannot see how much satire she contains against the Japanese and traitors.

If these veiled expressions were leaked, the Japanese and those traitors would definitely want to tear Ye Luyan to pieces.

That's why Wang Weijia regards Ye Lüyan as her idol, and that's why she believes in Ye Lüyan today, whom she's meeting up close for the first time.

Ye Luyan stopped and turned to look at Wang Weijia:
"Okay, let's go to your place now and pack the food."

In the evening, Lin Jieru dragged her tired body back to the Oriental Hotel. She vowed that if she ever used the fish stall to meet Zhao Xuan again, she would never buy so many fish; she almost didn't sell them all today.

Of course, Zhao Xuan didn't expect Lin Jieru to be so honest.

As soon as she entered the house, Lin Jieru, who had been looking somewhat tired, immediately became alert.

"Don't be nervous, it's me."

Hearing the sound, Lin Jieru finally breathed a sigh of relief:
"Red Hare, you really have no manners, entering a young lady's room without even saying hello."

He Daping scratched his head awkwardly and smiled:

"Hehe, don't worry about the details. Secretary Sun gave me an urgent task, and I had no choice but to come."

Lin Jieru looked at He Daping with curiosity. Since she became Chenguang's subordinate, no one else should be coming to see her except Chenguang.

"You've committed a foul!"

He Daping reluctantly picked up the fruit he had brought:
"Look, I brought fruit to apologize, including your favorite grapes."

Lin Jieru yawned, walked to the sofa, plopped down, and then listlessly asked:
"Just tell me what's wrong. I'm so tired today. Once you've said your piece, hurry up and leave. I need to sleep!"

He Daping's lips twitched slightly. After saying this, you probably won't be able to sleep.

In the living room of Villa No. 3, Special Higher Police Apartment Complex, Wusong Road, Shanghai.

When Dao Yan returned, she was a little confused by the large table of dishes. Then, seeing Zhao Xuan moving between the kitchen and the dining table, Dao Yan immediately ran over and took the large bowl full of fish ball soup from Zhao Xuan's hands.

"Ah Xuan, your injury hasn't fully healed yet, what are you doing? I can do this when I get back. It's still early, not even six o'clock yet. What's wrong with you today?"

Watching Dao Yan scold himself while carrying fish ball soup to the table, Zhao Xuan followed behind and laughed:

"You've always been the one cooking before. I just happened to have some time today, and I've been so bored in the hospital that I'm practically going to die. So I'll cook a meal. Ah Yan, you should try my cooking."

Before Zhao Xuan transmigrated, he was a criminal police officer. He was too busy with work to cook, but when he did cook, it was quite good.

However, Zhao Xuan's cooking is nowhere near as good as Dao Yan's; he's not even worthy of carrying Dao Yan's shoes.

However, with Edith's help this time, Zhao Xuan demonstrated what scientific and precise ingredient preparation looks like, so the taste should be pretty good.

After placing the fish ball soup on the table, Dao Yan turned around, squinted at Zhao Xuan, and asked thoughtfully:

"Ah Xuan, you haven't done anything to betray me, have you?"

Zhao Xuan felt a chill run down his spine under Dao Yan's gaze; a woman's intuition was damn accurate, but having already prepared himself, Zhao Xuan smiled.

"Haha, how could that be? Ah Yan, look at you, you're overthinking it."

"The main reason is that I've noticed Xiaoya seems to be avoiding you these past two days. What happened between you and your sister? I've set up this table today to help you and Xiaoya reconcile. After all, we're family. I don't mean anything by it."

Dao Yan nodded, turned around, pulled up a chair, and sat down. After Zhao Xuan also brought over two bowls of rice and sat down, Dao Yan said:

"So, where is Xiaoya? Didn't you say you wanted to make peace? Even the parties involved aren't here. I don't think you're sincere."

Zhao Xuan smiled and handed a bowl of rice to Dao Yan:
"If I don't tell you we've made up first, do you think Xiaoya, with her personality, would dare to go home?"

"The image of you slamming Xiaoya to the floor with that sudden movement is still vivid in my mind. I'm scared. Do you think Xiaoya would dare to come back while you're still angry?"

Dao Yan chuckled:

"You're afraid of me? Ah Xuan, husband, you're actually afraid of me!"

Zhao Xuan swallowed hard and said with an awkward smile:

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm not afraid of you, I respect you. We're a loving and respectful couple, why would I be afraid of you?"

"That's more like it. Let's eat. I'll try your cooking. As for my problem with Xiaoya, well, you don't need to worry about it. I'll handle it."

In any case, Dao Yan wouldn't be able to vent her anger unless she gave Dao Ya a good beating.

"Hmm, it tastes good, but it feels a little strange. However, it's the first time you've cooked for me, so you deserve praise. I'll eat a lot tonight."

Watching Dao Yan eat one dish after another, Zhao Xuan was happy, but at the same time, he was also worried.

Tomorrow is the rendezvous day. Given how stubborn Dao Yan is, if I get beaten up by her in front of the Ghost Team tomorrow, I'll lose all face.

Xiaoya, Xiaoya, you can't blame your brother-in-law! It's because you weren't home tonight!
"Ahem, well, Ayan, there's something I've been wanting to tell you."

Dao Yan picked up a piece of fish belly and put it in her mouth, nodding as she ate, indicating that she should say something.

"Sigh, never mind, Xiaoya has been telling me not to tell you, never mind."

Dao Yan raised an eyebrow slightly, pursed her lips, put down her chopsticks, and looked at Zhao Xuan seriously:

What did she say about me?

"Without any arrangement, how could Xiaoya possibly talk to me about crickets?"

(End of this chapter)