Genius Club-Chapter 1078 - 11: City of Silence

Chapter 1078 -11: City of Silence

Walking out of the Rhine Laboratory at Donghai University.

The radiant sun had already risen, casting a warm glow over the world.

This was the sun of July 1st.

It signified the passing of the first half of 2024, and the arrival of the latter half.

Lin Xian looked up at the sunshine that elongated every shadow…

That was the source of everything in the world.

Just like what he was doing right now, he too wanted to find the [source] of everything and correct all mistakes.

He lifted his wrist to look at his watch.

07:11

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It was already this time.

All night, sleepless.

Zhao Yingjun… What was she doing at this moment?

Was she sleeping?

Or could she not fall asleep at all?

Recalling the scene after the blue snowflakes vanished yesterday, he felt a mixture of emotions due to the disappearance of Lin Yuxi, because he held Zhao Yingjun in his arms.

He had a lot to tell Zhao Yingjun, and he knew that after losing Lin Yuxi, what he should do the most was to stay with Zhao Yingjun.

This seemingly strong woman, she naturally had her tender side too, which is why her emotions spiraled out of control and she yelled at him after witnessing the disappearance of Lin Yuxi.

But…

She was always so strong, and quickly recovered, even comforting him instead.

“Was it Liu Feng who called you earlier?”

At that time, after Lin Xian made a promise to Zhao Yingjun, she asked.

Lin Xian nodded.

“I have seen Liu Feng, visited your lab at Donghai University.”

Zhao Yingjun said softly:

“I have an intuition that you two are working on something very important. Is this also related to Yan Qiaoqiao… Lin Yuxi, our child?”

Lin Xian nodded again:

“It indeed is a very long story, not just about Lin Yuxi, but also related to Liu Feng and me, and even… related to you.”

“Let me take you home, and I’ll tell you everything.”

However.

Zhao Yingjun shook her head.

She tightened the clothes around her, closing her eyes:

“Sorry, Lin Xian. Right now… I really want to be alone for a while.”

“I appreciate that you trust me enough to share everything with me. But can we pick another time?”

“I’m sorry for now.”

Lin Xian heard her clearly.

Zhao Yingjun’s voice trembled a bit.

No matter how strong and composed she was, even if Lin Yuxi wasn’t her child born after ten months of pregnancy.

But emotions are such, reality is such.

Who could truly accept such an outcome?

“If what you are doing is grand and important, I won’t hold you back because of me.”

Zhao Yingjun looked up at Lin Xian, her eyes reflecting the moonlight:

“But if there comes a day when you need me, if there’s anything I can help with, you must tell me. After all… as you said, Lin Yuxi doesn’t belong to this time, doesn’t belong to our future, isn’t our true child.”

“Even though she has never called me ‘mom’, it doesn’t change a fact—”

Her gaze was earnest, word by word:

“She is your daughter, and she is also my daughter; you need to take responsibility for her, and I must also take responsibility.”

“I don’t blame you for anything, and you needn’t blame yourself. To protect a child is both a father’s duty and a mother’s.”

Having said this.

Zhao Yingjun exhaled deeply, pointing to Lin Xian’s cell phone:

“I can distinguish between what’s urgent and what’s not. The call you just took from Liu Feng, I could tell, it’s clearly something very important…”

“You should go.”

Her voice was soft:

“[Go do what you need to do, look forward, don’t let it stop you.]”

…

At that moment.

The words of Zhao Yingjun seemed to converge with those of Huang Que.

The woman who helped him grow,

The woman who taught him about responsibility,

The woman who made him genuinely aspire to become a leader.

It was her.

It was also her.

They were the same.

Huang Que, that was Zhao Yingjun; Zhao Yingjun was Huang Que.

In that instant.

Lin Xian truly understood the story of “Farewell My Concubine” that Huang Que had shared:

“Up till now, thinking of Xiang Yu, refusing to cross over to Jiangdong. I have never considered Xiang Yu a hero, those soldiers who followed Xiang Yu to death and through danger, not one wished to see the Western Chu Overlord dying by his own hand at Wu River.”

“We follow you for you, for you right or wrong, life or death, it’s all for you. From ancient times to present, the winners are kings and losers are bandits; there’s no absolute right or wrong. Many things, if you believe they are right, then they are right; if you doubt they are wrong, then they are wrong.”

“So, Lin Xian…”

At that time, Huang Que, just like Zhao Yingjun now, always encouraged him, always supported him unconditionally:

“Right, then boldly go do it. Wrong, then stand firm until the end. Don’t be like the Western Chu Overlord Xiang Yu, living in praises in history books but far less than living in a hopeful present.”

…

“I will.”

Lin Xian answered solemnly:

“I will.”

He repeated it once more.

Zhao Yingjun gestured to hail a passing taxi, wrapped her thin clothing around her, and boarded the taxi to leave.

Lin Xian understood that her heart must be in immense pain.

After all, she had spent two months with Lin Yuxi, and she had known about their mother-daughter relationship for quite a while.

Though she was the most heartbroken, the most distressed person, she didn’t want to show these burdensome emotions in front of him, nor did she want to delay the important mission he carried on his shoulders.

That’s right.

How could he possibly stop because of this?

The enemies that need to be slain, the vengeance that needs to be meted out, not a single one will be missed!

…

Upon returning home.

Lin Xian washed up for a long time, wiping his face several times, getting ready to sleep and to enter The Eighth Dreamland.