Chapter 112: Chapter 111: Some Entanglements Would Be Better Avoided

Shen Han looked down at the timid little girl leaning against Feng Hua’s leg, sneaking glances at him with eyes filled with restraint and fear.

“Leave her to me, don’t worry,” he said, looking at Feng Hua.

Feng Hua sighed in acknowledgment.

Turning around and crouching down, she said to Xiao’ai, “Xiao’ai, your aunt is sick now, and this uncle is going to take her to get treatment. Do you recognize him?”

Xiao’ai looked up at Shen Han next to her then shifted her gaze back to Feng Hua’s eyes.

After a moment, she nodded her head.

She had seen this uncle before, and she knew her aunt wasn’t so happy when she saw him.

Seeing her nod, Feng Hua felt a stone lift from her heart; she was genuinely worried that Xiao’ai wouldn’t recognize him, and who knew whether this man could be trusted.

However, Feng Hua wasn’t without experience; Shen Han was sharply dressed, and handsome, and to treat Miss Su, he even sent a private plane to pick up the patient. She had never seen a private plane in her life and had her eyes opened today.

Such a person, if you were to say he harbors any designs on Su Shu, it doesn’t seem likely in any way.

With Xiao’ai safe and sound, she could at least account for Su Shu.

Just like that, Xiao’ai was taken into the cabin in the embrace of Shen Han amid the roar of the propellers.

As the military officer who came to pick up Tang Zelin was about to board the helicopter, Zhao Kang suddenly remembered something important he hadn’t mentioned.

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“Oh, right, Staff Officer Chen, there’s one more thing related to him. His fiancee wasn’t bitten by a poisonous snake, she’s physically unharmed but still unconscious, and her family has decided to take her back to B province,” he said.

The person receiving them, Chen Cheng, was slightly taken aback and asked, “Fiancee?”

“Yes, Miss Su insisted on going into the mountains with us to search and rescue. It was fortunate we had her; otherwise, we wouldn’t have been able to find Senior Colonel Tang and the rest,” said Zhao Kang.

“Does he know about this?” Chen Cheng wondered, rather surprised.

He hadn’t heard that the Tang Family’s heir, a formidable tiger of a soldier, had already gotten engaged to someone.

Could it be a private matter?

Zhao Kang, an outsider, naturally didn’t understand Tang Zelin’s circumstances and was also oblivious to what it meant for them to send a plane for one person.

“Senior Colonel Tang knows; he made special instructions to the nurse before his surgery.”

Chen Cheng thought for a moment then nodded, “Alright, I understand. Thank you, Group Captain Zhao.”

“No need to mention it.”

As Zhao Kang was about to leave, Chen Cheng suddenly called him back and took out a piece of paper to write down a string of telephone numbers, handing it over to Zhao Kang.

“Please give this to the family of the girl over there; they can contact me if anything comes up.”

Having successfully rescued Tang Zelin from the deep mountains, no matter what, it was a favor owed to the Tang Family, and he felt it prudent to keep an eye on it.

As for Group Captain Zhao in front of him, they were all part of the military; naturally, there would be times when they would meet in the future, and he believed the Tang family’s commander would also remember the favor.

“Sure, don’t worry about it,” Zhao Kang accepted the note.

The military helicopter soon took off, roaring as it carried Tang Zelin away from Peng Mountain, heading back to B province.

Before Shen Han’s plane departed, Zhao Kang, diligently fulfilling his duty, handed the telephone number left by Chen Cheng to Shen Han and explained the reason.

The piece of paper with Chen Cheng’s telephone number became a weight in Shen Han’s deeply inscrutable eyes.

After Zhao Kang, busy with disaster relief, handed it over, he left.

Until the plane took off, Shen Han continued to scrutinize the piece of paper.

Unconscious, yet still thinking of leaving contact information?

Turning his head, his gaze traveled through the plane’s window to the outside, where clouds were thick and fog-like.

After a long contemplation, his distinctively jointed fingers crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it into a cup of water. In a while, the numbers on the paper slowly blurred in the water until they disappeared.