Interstellar to 80s: A Scientist's Farming Mission

Jiang Xia’s words, "Close relatives cannot marry," made their pupils dilate. They said in unison, "Xiao Xian?"

"Is that possible?"

An Ning said, confused, "Xiao Xian doesn’t seem like a fool."

Jiang Xia nodded affirmatively. As he and An Ning went downstairs, he whispered, "He’s not a fool, but the Xiao Family of the past was no good."

It was just a guess; they had no real evidence.

At the hospital entrance, Jiang Xia opened the car door. An Ning got into the passenger seat, and the two of them drove away.

By a window in a corner of the hospital, Xiao Yan, who was supposed to be completely dejected, flashed past.

Inside the car driving away from the hospital, Jiang Xia and An Ning were discussing their next move.

"You never planned on letting the Xiao Family go. What was your original plan?"

An Ning asked. Jiang Xia’s hands tightened on the steering wheel, and he tried to keep his voice steady as he said, "No one is truly clean, especially not the Xiao Family."

It wasn’t a direct answer, which made An Ning sense something was off.

"Jiang Xia, revenge is fine. But causing a thousand casualties to the enemy at the cost of eight hundred to yourself is the most foolish method."

"Heh heh... An Ning, have I ever told you that you’re a genius?"

"You don’t have to tell me. I already know."

The two fell into their usual banter. Jiang Xia told An Ning his plan. It did indeed have major flaws, but just as An Ning had said, Xiao Xian was a man so perfect he seemed like a mannequin.

As for the Xiao Family’s activities before they made their fortune, too much time had passed. They couldn’t be used as a weapon to attack the family now.

Jiang Xia’s original plan was to attack them from a financial angle. Even if it meant setting a trap, luring them in, or even sacrificing himself, he was willing to try.

"Put your plan on hold. We’ll start with Xiao Xian’s genetics. I don’t want our next meeting to be me talking to you at your grave."

An Ning’s blunt words made Jiang Xia not know whether to laugh or cry.

"Don’t worry. If there’s a better way, I’m not stupid enough to ignore it."

"I guess you have a few brain cells left, then."

The two were talking and laughing when Jiang Xia stopped at a red light. He turned his head and smiled at An Ning.

It was that smile that set off alarm bells in An Ning’s mind.

"Be careful!"

"Hmm?"

The light turned green. Jiang Xia stepped on the gas, and the car moved forward.

And that’s when it happened. An out-of-control cement truck suddenly barreled toward the passenger side.

"An Ning!"

In a reflexive action, Jiang Xia yanked the steering wheel. The SCREECH of brakes, the shriek of tires against pavement, and the blaring horn of the truck instantly intertwined.

An Ning, who should have been on the passenger side, was thrown to the other side by Jiang Xia’s maneuver. Now, Jiang Xia in the driver’s seat was directly facing the oncoming truck.

It all happened in a few seconds. Jiang Xia didn’t even know what he had just done.

But An Ning knew.

She had seen the aura of death on Jiang Xia’s face.

The moment she saw it, she knew something bad was about to happen. Her spiritual power had already surged out. As Jiang Xia turned the wheel, she used all her spiritual power to shield him, creating a small pocket of space between him and the truck.

But the inevitable impact was still coming.

CRASH!

The deafening sound wave sent all nearby pedestrians and vehicles scattering in panic.

"Oh my god! Someone help them!"

"Call the police!"

"Is there any way they’re still alive?!"

"Stop fucking standing around! Do something!"

The people outside first dodged, then came back. They all reached out, ready to help.

"Get back!"

"Move!"

Someone was screaming for people to get back. Those who had rushed forward to help ran for their lives, shouting as they fled. Inside the car, Jiang Xia couldn’t see anything. His head was ringing, and he had only one thought, repeatedly yelling, "An Ning, An Ning! Are you okay?!"

An Ning heard Jiang Xia shouting, but she had no time to be distracted, because the accident wasn’t over.

Just after the cement truck hit their car, another out-of-control cargo truck charged from the other direction—aiming right for An Ning’s position.

A kill shot!

’This is definitely not an accident!’

An Ning was absolutely certain. She could clearly see the truck driver’s expression.

It was the look of someone with a suicidal resolve. Someone wanted them dead.

Her spiritual power surged out again. As she protected them, she was also calculating.

’There’s no way Jiang Xia and I can come out of this completely unscathed. If we did, we’d probably be captured for research.’

Just as An Ning was calculating the extent of their injuries, the out-of-control truck, watched by a crowd of terrified onlookers, slammed into the already mangled car.

Outside, the black sedan was sandwiched between the two trucks, crushed and deformed.

The crowd gasped. Everyone had the same thought: ’There’s no way they survived.’

"We have to save them!"

"But how are we supposed to do that?"

"My god, could they possibly be alive?"

"Alive? They’d be lucky to have an intact corpse."

The crowd was in an uproar. When the police and fire trucks arrived, they were held back behind the cordon.

Inside the shattered black car, Jiang Xia had lost consciousness. His last word was still An Ning’s name.

An Ning, though injured, remained conscious. She was waiting.

Waiting for the people outside to get them out.

The firefighters rescued the two truck drivers and handed them over to the police officers.

Fortunately, both trucks were still barely operational. After the trucks were moved, the state of the car was revealed to everyone.

"Hey! Look!"

"It looks like two small mounds."

"I think I saw someone inside move."

The onlookers chattered excitedly.

The next second, a firefighter’s frantic shout cut through the crowd: "Medic! Medic! Quick!"

"They’re still alive!"

"They’re still alive!"

The news that they were still alive shocked everyone, and their hearts leaped into their throats.

It’s unclear who started it, but soon people were cheering—for the firefighters, for the victims inside the car.

The cheers grew louder. Amidst the crowd’s hopeful anticipation, the car was pried open by force, and Jiang Xia and An Ning were rescued at the first possible moment.

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP

A wave of enthusiastic, heartfelt applause broke out as everyone offered their well wishes.

"You can do it!"

"You’ll be okay!"

"You’re so lucky to be alive!"

The talking crowd parted, creating a path for the ambulance to speed away.

The people at the scene stared at the mangled car with endless emotion, which all boiled down to one word: lucky.

The lucky Jiang Xia and An Ning were rushed to the best hospital in Beijing.

In the ambulance, a still-conscious An Ning insisted on making a phone call. Only after Yu Zheng showed up and she gave him a couple of instructions did she finally allow herself to pass out.

When An Ning fainted, Beijing erupted.

Although she had used her spiritual power to protect her and Jiang Xia’s brains and vital organs, they both still had numerous external injuries and some internal ones.

Yu Zheng immediately contacted Director Zhao and relayed An Ning’s message.

An Ning had been afraid that someone might have a follow-up plan waiting at the hospital, which was why she had fought through the dizziness to stay conscious.

The moment Director Zhao received the call, his worry peaked. He immediately arranged for doctors for the two of them and rushed to the hospital himself.

The best doctors were all assembled to save them.

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