Damn it, I'm surrounded by insane Alphas!

I arrived at the hospital in the afternoon, and the smell of disinfectant was still as pungent as ever.

The director clearly hadn't expected that Shi Ran would actually be able to raise so much money.

But when she pushed up her glasses, she hesitated to speak.

"I'm so sorry, we received a notification that the application channel for that spot has already been closed."

"Full?" His voice was hoarse. "Isn't there still a few days left?"

"We don't know the specifics either," the director said, gently pushing the check back. "But it's definitely closed."

What is this? We have the money, but we've lost all hope?

Shi Ran stared at the check, her fingernails digging into her palm.

"What's the professor's full name?" He looked up, his eyes determined. "Which institution? I want to... try again."

After hesitating for a moment, the director finally wrote a name on a sticky note and handed it over.

She paused, then gently reminded him, "But experts of his caliber receive countless emails every day; you should be prepared."

Shi Ran clutched the note tightly. "Thank you, Director."

As he walked out of the office, Shi Ran looked down at the name on the sticky note: Weber... Armand Weber?

Where have I heard this name before?

A vague impression flashed through his mind, but he didn't have time to think about it deeply.

Back in the car, Fu Yanshen was waiting there.

His gaze fell on Shi Ran's pale face. "Did it go smoothly?"

Shi Ran shook her head. "The spots are already full. Even if you have the money, you can't register now."

He choked up for a moment, "But I got the professor's information. He's in France, and I think..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Yanshen turned to the crow and said, "Book two tickets for the next available flight to Paris."

"Yes, boss," the crow replied immediately.

Shi Ran stared at him blankly. "Really going?"

"Of course." Fu Yanshen grasped his hand, dry and firm. "Coincidentally, I'm also quite good at finding people."

No luggage, no meticulous plans, not even a definite appointment.

Just two hours later, Shi Ran was already sitting in first class on a flight to Paris.

Shi Ran looked at the city lights outside the porthole, which were gradually shrinking, and then looked at Fu Yanshen, who was resting with his eyes closed beside her.

A certain part of my heart felt a sore, soft, and collapsed.

Although Fu Yanshen used to grant her every request, now that she's back by his side, he's practically indulging her.

If you don't let him ask why, he really will keep quiet.

In the morning, at the hospital entrance, I was worried that Chen Yan would see us, so I didn't let him accompany me, but he obediently waited in the car without any complaints.

But the kinder he was to her, the more her unease grew.

It was drizzling in Paris when the plane landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport.

Shi Ran remained silent the entire way. He had no interest in appreciating the scenery and kept thinking about the same thing: would he really be able to meet the professor if he went there so rashly?

Thanks to Zhou Jin.

Within hours of their flight to France, he found out that Professor Weber would be attending the opening of an art gallery that evening.

However, these opening ceremonies are by invitation only, and Zhou Jin thoughtfully sent a forged invitation.

The only note was: "I'm just working for the boss."

Shi Ran remained silent; this person was simply trying to cover up their embarrassment.

That evening, the gallery was filled with celebrities.

Fu Yanshen led Shi Ran through the crowd and, after a brief inquiry with the staff, received the reply: "The professor is in the VIP room on the second floor. However, he is meeting with important guests and it is not convenient to disturb him at the moment."

Fu Yanshen's expression remained unchanged. He handed over a business card and muttered something in a low voice.

The staff member glanced at the business card, then looked him up and scrutinized him closely, their attitude immediately becoming more cautious. "Please wait a moment."

The other party returned quickly, bowing slightly: "The professor agrees to meet later. Please follow me."

They were led to the second floor, where they could hear cheerful laughter from outside the door; the guests inside were clearly very familiar with Professor Weber.

The staff knocked on the door and then opened it.

"Professor, Mr. Fu has arrived."

Hearing the noise, the two turned around at the same time.

Shi Ran's breathing froze completely the moment she saw the other person's face.

Wen Yiheng.

How could it be him? Why is he here?

Wen Yiheng's gaze calmly swept over Shi Ran, whose face was full of shock, and then landed on Fu Yanshen's face, where the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Shi Ran, what a coincidence, we meet again."

skillful?

Suddenly, I felt a chill rise from the soles of my feet.

Fu Yanshen sensed Shi Ran's unusual behavior and tightened his arms around Shi Ran's waist.

Almost simultaneously, a powerful and chilling pheromone scent quietly permeated the air.

This taste...

Wen Yiheng, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly stood up, her pupils shrinking slightly.

This is the same pheromone that remained in Shi Ran's glands back then.

It was him.

So he's Shi Ran's...ex-boyfriend? Ex-lover?

What is Gu Chen then? And what is that young master surnamed Lu?

"You two know each other?"

Professor Weber also stood up, looking at the subtle atmosphere with some surprise.

"More than just acquaintances." Wen Yiheng withdrew her gaze, looked at the professor, and replied with a smile, "This is the family member of the patient I was just telling you about."

The professor suddenly realized what was happening, and walked over to Shi Ran, calling his name in broken Chinese, "Shi Ran, right?"

Shi Ran quickly smiled and nodded, "Yes, Professor. Hello."

He seized the opportunity and eagerly explained his purpose, "Professor, I heard that the application deadline for the project has passed, but my mother's condition is very urgent. Could you... reconsider? We are willing to accept any conditions..."

"Actually, this is against the rules, but..."

The professor turned around and patted Wen Yiheng's shoulder affectionately. "Victor came all the way to ask me for help, and he even brought my favorite Burgundy wine. I always have to give him face."

Wen Yiheng nodded slightly, very politely, "It's thanks to you, teacher, for giving me this opportunity. I'm glad you didn't mind my abrupt visit."

teacher?

Shi Ran then remembered that Wen Yiheng had mentioned before that his mentor during his studies in Europe was a professor who was extremely renowned in the field of neurology...

That name was Armand Weber.

What a coincidence!

But why would he help me?

Fu Yanshen, standing to the side, took in all of this but remained silent.

He knew this Alpha had ill intentions, but if he could help Shi Ran solve this problem, he wouldn't act rashly.

But that's all.

If the other party's intentions are impure... he will absolutely not back down.

Just then, Professor Weber was suddenly drawn to the faint scent emanating from Shi Ran. He leaned forward slightly and asked, "Excuse my intrusion... is your pheromone fig-scented?"

The question came abruptly, and Shi Ran was taken aback.

He nodded stiffly. "Yes, what's wrong?"

The professor shook his head and smiled with a complicated expression. "It's nothing, just rather rare."

Shi Ran didn't care about these things; she just wanted to confirm that her mother could participate in the experiment.

"Don't worry, Victor has already told me everything. We will include your mother in the experiment. My team will liaise directly with Victor, and he will then contact you. Is that alright?"

The breath that had been hanging in his throat was finally exhaled shakily.

He thanked him repeatedly, saying, "Thank you so much, Professor! Thank you so much! Professor, we won't bother you any longer."

After saying that, Shi Ran and Fu Yanshen were about to leave when Wen Yiheng suddenly called out to them.

"Sometimes."

"Should we talk privately?"

He turned around abruptly.

Wen Yiheng had already walked over and stopped a step away from him.

Fu Yanshen stood directly in front of Shi Ran, his cold gaze meeting the other's.

Here it comes, the end of the year is so busy.

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