Chapter 365: Danger At Sea Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

“Dad, who are you looking for? Is it Uncle and the others?” Ning Qingxue saw her father searching in the guest hall and asked curiously. She noticed the Ning Family Corporation from Beijing was also present, leading her to believe he was looking for them.

“Hehe, Uncle? I don’t know those brothers who tried to push my daughter into the fire pit,” Ning Zhongfei sneered.

He then rubbed his eyes and said, “Last night, I met a very good young man at a café. He said his company was also attending the conference today, and it was he who strengthened my resolve to come. I’m looking for him, but I can’t find him.”

“Uncle, what’s their company called?” Li Mumei asked.

Ning Zhongfei patted his head. “Look at me, I forgot to ask his company’s name and his name. I even gave him a bracelet I bought in America for $8,000.”

“Hmph, I think he might be a fraud,” Li Mumei scoffed.

Ning Zhongfei was dazed. ‘Right, was that person a fraud?’ But he didn’t seem like it. He had the same bracelet. How could there be such a coincidence? But he’d given him the bracelet without asking for money.

Sensing her father’s worry, Ning Qingxue asked, “Dad, didn’t you say he strengthened your resolve to come? A few thousand dollars for your confidence is a worthy buy.”

Ning Zhongfei, understanding his daughter didn’t want him to lose his fighting spirit before the conference, thought, ‘Yeah, it was only a few thousand dollars.’

“Aiyo, CEO Ning, you came personally. My father isn’t as diligent as you, but I believe your Fei Yu Corporation stands a good chance. Your team is far superior to our Yuan Bei Corporation’s. To be honest, I’d really like to work with your Fei Yu Corporation, but it’s a pity.” Yuan Qibing shook off the journalists and stepped between Ning Zhongfei and the others. His tone was sardonic.

Li Mumei said coldly, “That’s none of your concern, CEO Yuan. Whether we succeed or not has nothing to do with your Yuan Bei Corporation.”

Yuan Qibing looked at Ning Qingxue. This otherworldly beauty had haunted his dreams countless times, and seeing her in person made his heart race. He realized she was even prettier than he’d imagined. He’d seen many beautiful women, but none as perfect as Ning Qingxue.

Yuan Qibing smiled, seemingly unconcerned by Li Mumei’s words. “CEO Ning, I really wish to cooperate with Fei Yu Corporation, if…”

“CEO Yuan, you may leave. We still have things to discuss, and many journalists are waiting for you. You needn’t waste your time here,” Ning Qingxue coldly interrupted.

Yuan Qibing’s smile faded. “Although Yuan Bei Corporation isn’t overly large, our words still carry some weight. I believe your situation hasn’t been good recently? Otherwise, you wouldn’t be at a conference you obviously have no hope for. Why reject me?”

“Yuan, we don’t welcome you here. Our wellbeing has nothing to do with you,” Ning Qingxue’s tone grew colder.

Yuan Qibing looked at the frosty Ning Qingxue and couldn’t resist his urge. He’d made up his mind; no matter the cost, he would have this woman.

The loud noise and the sight of Yuan Qibing of Yuan Bei Corporation drew many journalists.

“Hmm, Qingxue, your company is here too?” a female journalist exclaimed joyfully.

Ning Qingxue recognized the journalist: Xiao Lei, a famous journalist in Beijing. They weren’t familiar, so why did she act like they were?

“By the way, I saw your husband Ye Mo in Beijing the other day. Are you guys okay—” Xiao Lei trailed off, realizing she shouldn’t have mentioned Ye Mo. She knew things weren’t going well between them, yet she’d asked such a question.

Unexpectedly, Ning Qingxue smiled and said, “We’re good, thank you for your concern.”

“You’re already married?” Yuan Qibing frowned. That was bad for him. He hadn’t thought before asking.

Ning Qingxue sneered. “CEO Yuan, please leave. What’s my marital status to you?” She didn’t even bother looking at him.

Yuan Qibing looked at Ning Qingxue, a strange smile on his face. He understood immediately.

He had to get Ning Qingxue, married or not. He’d researched her. Her father had fallen out with the Ning family and left, establishing Fei Yu Corporation in Yu state. Besides, Ning Qingxue was obviously still a virgin; there were no signs she’d been married. His experience allowed him to tell.

Ning Qingxue and Ye Mo’s story might have made news in Beijing, but it was quickly suppressed by the Song family. Therefore, few outside their circle knew about it. Even though Yuan Qibing was the young master of China’s largest pharmaceutical company, he didn’t know.

The Yuan family was decent, but far from the five great families of China. They couldn’t enter that circle.

Although Ning Qingxue had lost some memories, her long experience as the company’s decision-maker made her adept at reading facial expressions. She sensed something was wrong with Xiao Lei’s mention of Ye Mo.

Xiao Lei was tall and had good skin. A beautiful journalist in China, she had advantages. Ning Qingxue didn’t think she was familiar with Xiao Lei, but did they have a connection through Ye Mo? She wanted to ask Xiao Lei later.

“The conference is about to begin. All corporate representatives please enter. Journalists please remain outside. After the conference, there will be a press conference,” the announcement sounded. Yuan Qibing left, glancing one last time at Ning Qingxue.

…

Ye Mo had prepared inflatable rafts because he feared his current chi reserves wouldn’t allow him to fly to San Francisco in one go. Although his spirit chi was far more abundant than before, San Francisco was too far from Beijing—almost 10,000 km away, five times the distance to Hong Kong.

He didn’t want to fall into the ocean due to lack of chi. He could stop his sword mid-air and rest, but he didn’t want to. He felt it was dangerous to rest in the air. With his current skill, he couldn’t fly much higher. If he were scanned by a satellite and mistaken for an alien, he wouldn’t survive a missile barrage.

So, he needed to reduce his air time and maintain speed to avoid military detection. He chose to leave at night.

Two hours later, Ye Mo opened the inflatable raft and landed in the Pacific Ocean. Although more than half his chi was depleted, he could still fly. He stopped because he felt he was being watched. His spirit sense wasn’t on par with radar; he could only scan slightly less than 300 meters.

He estimated he’d gone three-quarters of the way and needed only half an hour more to reach San Francisco. Even without his fastest speed, Ye Mo believed this was much faster than a plane.

Ye Mo spread his spirit sense over the raft and found nothing. The Pacific Ocean’s surface was deadly silent. However, he remained uneasy. He knew this area was within US military range, and if caught, he wouldn’t escape easily, especially with his depleted chi reserves.

Even at the chi gathering tertiary stage, he wouldn’t have much advantage against US technology.

Although he found no danger, his cultivation experience kept him vigilant.

Just as Ye Mo stood on the raft, he sensed extreme danger approaching. He didn’t hesitate, jumping into the ocean and abandoning the raft.

As Ye Mo plunged into the ocean, an underwater missile hit the raft at high speed, creating a huge explosion. The raft disappeared. Ye Mo was stunned. Had he not dodged, he would have been in serious danger. This wasn’t a bullet; his body couldn’t withstand an underwater missile.

His conjecture had been proven right. Ye Mo was furious. He was simply traveling. Even if you see an unidentified flying object, you can’t just bomb it for no reason.