Chapter 91: Who Can’t Do a Little Trash-Talking?

At the Lu family’s old residence, as Luo Qianyun and her group entered, Mrs. Lu appeared with Lu Yunsheng.

“Long time no see, Professor Chen,” Mrs. Lu said with a warm smile, greeting Chen Mingsheng.

Hearing this, Chen Mingsheng looked at her in surprise. “You are… Mrs. Lu?”

“It’s me. Last time, my husband and I visited Old Fu, and we were lucky to have a meal with you. Who would’ve thought we’d meet again like this? And to think Qianqian is one of your students,” Mrs. Lu said, smiling warmly.

Hearing this, Chen Mingsheng couldn’t help but laugh. “Indeed! And to know that this young lady is now working with soldiers trained by Old Fu—it’s quite the coincidence. Fate really is a wonderful thing.”

Mrs. Lu chuckled. “Isn’t it? I never dared dream that our brat would find someone like Qianqian—so obedient, beautiful, and capable.”

She led the group inside with a welcoming gesture.

Walking behind them, Luo Qianyun noticed her teacher and Mrs. Lu chatting happily and felt a wave of relief.

Meanwhile, Lu Ya quietly walked up to her and whispered, “Auntie, Grandma told me to stay by your side today and keep you company since she’ll be busy talking to your teacher.”

On the other side, Lu Huai lowered his voice as well. “Don’t worry. Uncle made sure we’ll do our best to help him impress Professor Chen.”

It suddenly struck Luo Qianyun—they didn’t seem to know she and Lu Yunzheng were already married.

The thought amused her, and she chose not to spoil their efforts. “Thank you for all your help.”

During dinner, Mr. Lu returned with freshly caught fish, and eldest brother Lu Yunting came back from work. The meal was informal yet filled with warmth, creating a comforting atmosphere.

Chen Mingsheng observed this genuine interaction and felt a growing satisfaction with Lu Yunzheng. The only downside, he thought, was Lu Yunzheng’s inability to stay by Luo Qianyun’s side due to his military duties. But that was an unavoidable reality for those married to soldiers.

Although Mrs. Lu invited them to stay overnight, they politely declined.

When the car dropped them off at their hotel, Lu Yunting and his son, Lu Huai, helped with luggage and ensured everything was in order.

By this time, the hotel was already bustling with medical professionals arriving for the upcoming symposium. Though not many recognized Lu Huai, Lu Yunting was another story entirely.

After they left, visitors quickly came knocking at their door to catch up.

Luo Qianyun shut the door, avoiding interruptions, though her teacher, with acquaintances around, couldn’t do the same.

Back in her room, Luo Qianyun sent a message to Lu Yunzheng, informing him that she had arrived in Beijing and even had lunch at his family home.

Perhaps he was busy with training, as his reply came more than half an hour later.

[Lu Yunzheng]: When does the symposium end the day after tomorrow?

[Luo Qianyun]: It finishes at five, so there’s no way I can come to see you.

If it ended earlier, she’d have rushed to meet him, but the timing didn’t allow it. She’d have to wait until the morning of the day after tomorrow and take a bus over.

[Luo Qianyun]: Be good and wait for me to spoil you~

[Lu Yunzheng]: Don’t push your luck.

Blushing despite herself, she smirked at the screen. Who didn’t enjoy a bit of cheeky banter?

[Luo Qianyun]: No, you don’t push your luck.

[Lu Yunzheng]: Are you questioning my… functionality?

“Functionality?” She tilted her head, then understood his implication moments later.

[Luo Qianyun]: You’ve really mastered the art of dodging censorship.

[Lu Yunzheng]: Right back at you.

Smirking at his audacity, she decided to “teach him a lesson.” Literally—by giving him something to “look at.”

Ten minutes later, Lu Yunzheng received a photo that almost made his “comrade” spring to attention.

In the picture, Luo Qianyun’s slightly open collar revealed the soft curve of her chest. Her sultry gaze held a hint of allure, her fingers tracing her long, slender neck, with faint water droplets on her skin glistening under the light.

[Lu Yunzheng]: Don’t mess with me. I can’t take it.

Satisfied with her “victory,” Luo Qianyun laughed uncontrollably, flopping onto the bed.

[Luo Qianyun]: Now I want one!

[Lu Yunzheng]: …Can’t do it.

[Luo Qianyun]: [Smirk emoji] I’m not picky. Anything close will do~

What followed was a series of photos showcasing Lu Yunzheng’s chiseled abs and toned chest.

“My taste is impeccable,” she sighed contentedly. “This body could keep me entertained for a decade.”

The next morning, Song Yusu accompanied her teacher to the symposium.

Walking into the bright and spacious venue, Luo Qianyun saw medical professionals from all over the country. The event aimed to foster academic exchange and advance medical research.

Following her teacher, she met many notable figures until her gaze landed on someone familiar—Meng Xirou.

Meng Xirou noticed her as well and quickly shot a provocative look.

Amused but unfazed, Luo Qianyun ignored it—at first.

Their conflict began during a discussion where their opinions clashed.

“I believe that in addressing cytokine storms caused by new viruses, we should adopt a more aggressive approach to immune regulation,” Meng Xirou asserted confidently. “We must explore innovative drug combinations, such as monoclonal antibodies with small-molecule inhibitors, without being constrained by traditional antiviral frameworks.”

Luo Qianyun countered calmly, “While aggressive strategies can lead to breakthroughs, the risks cannot be overlooked. Such combinations must be based on solid clinical trial data. Without pharmacological evidence, rash actions may cause unpredictable interactions and adverse effects.”

Meng Xirou frowned but quickly retorted, “Waiting for large-scale trials risks losing the best treatment window for patients. Many medical advancements required bold first steps—take gene editing for hereditary diseases, for example.”

“But a misstep could lead to irreversible consequences,” Luo Qianyun replied evenly. “Our duty is to heal, not gamble recklessly. Issues like resistance in targeted therapies highlight the need for caution in dosage and treatment choices.”

Meng Xirou’s voice rose. “Without risk, how can there be progress? Many groundbreaking discoveries stemmed from courageous attempts!”

Luo Qianyun remained unfazed. “Those attempts were underpinned by rigorous scientific methodology—not impulsive decisions.”

“Are you calling me impulsive and unscientific?” Meng Xirou snapped, visibly irritated.