Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

His thoughts seemed to still be struggling in the inexplicable surge of emotions he had just experienced, and it took him a while to gradually regain some clarity.

Jun Lique slowly raised his head, looking directly at the woman, his eyes filled with complex emotions—confusion, pain, and a hint of unspeakable fear.

He opened his mouth, his voice slightly hoarse and dry, as if each word required a great deal of effort to utter:

"I'm just a little sad."

The woman leaned slightly forward, took a soft tissue from the low cabinet beside the hospital bed, and then gently handed it to Jun Lique.

Her eyes held a hint of barely perceptible concern and doubt:

"Here, wipe it."

Jun Li Que reached out his hand, his fingers trembling slightly. The instant his fingertips touched the tissue, it seemed that even the slightest touch of coolness intensified his sorrow.

"Thank you."

His voice was hoarse and dry, with a heavy nasal tone, as if he was trying his best to suppress the surging emotions in his heart.

Yun Suisi frowned, his gaze darting rapidly between Jun Lique and the woman.

His eyes were deep and sharp, as if they could see through appearances and reach the heart:

"Why are you crying? Why are you sad?... Is it because of her?"

As he spoke, his finger pointed firmly at the woman.

Those fingertips seemed to carry an unquestionable certainty, piercing the heavy air in the ward.

Jun Lique slowly raised his tear-streaked face, his eyes empty and lost, like a lonely soul lost in a thick fog:

"I don't know why I'm crying."

Deep down, I feel like I've missed someone in this life, and I'll never see her again.

My gut feeling tells me this person is connected to her.

Every word he uttered seemed to come from the very depths of his being.

As he spoke, tears continued to stream uncontrollably down his swollen eyes, large drops landing on his clothes and leaving dark stains.

His hand unconsciously went to his chest.

There, a deep sorrow surged within him like a raging tide, wave after wave crashing against him, causing his heart to clench painfully, as if to crush his very soul in this endless grief.

As a resolute soldier, Jun Lique once braved gunfire and bullets, never blinking in the face of enemy artillery fire and sharp blades. His unwavering belief was to shed blood but not tears.

But today, he wept uncontrollably like a helpless child, his tears flowing like a burst dam, unstoppable.

He knew that his loss of composure was contrary to his usual image, but the surging emotions within him were too powerful and completely beyond his control.

The woman was deeply shocked by what she saw.

She began to realize that she might be involved in an event that was far more complex and mysterious than she had imagined.

She sat quietly on the hospital bed, saying nothing more.

He simply observed everyone's reactions silently, waiting for things to develop further.

It was as if, in this chaotic situation, she was the only bystander who remained detached yet was swept up by fate.

With everyone's patient persuasion, Jun Lique's out-of-control emotions finally subsided like a surging tide, showing some signs of calm.

He slowly loosened his fists, which had been clenched tightly from excessive force. The bright red marks on his knuckles, caused by blood stasis, seemed to be vivid imprints of his inner turmoil.

However, her body was still trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Each subtle tremor seemed to silently tell of the turmoil deep within his heart.

Looking at Jun Lique's appearance, Yun Suisi felt a mixture of relief and helplessness. He sighed softly and said:

"If it doesn't work in this life, then it will be in the next life. You will eventually meet the person you want to see."

Upon hearing this, a barely perceptible glint flashed in Jun Lique's eyes.

He slightly raised his head, his eyes still clouded with pain and confusion, and softly responded:

"Ah."

The woman seemed to keenly sense the heavy and oppressive feeling that permeated the air.

She frowned slightly, clearly unwilling to remain mired in this emotional quagmire any longer.

So, she took the initiative to steer the conversation toward business, cleared her throat, and said:

"I told you before that there are unfathomable secrets behind this matter, and it is not as simple as it seems on the surface."

Although I was lucky enough to escape with my life, those people will never give up easily.

Their network of relationships, woven in the shadows, is vast and complex, involving many forces unknown to us.

Upon hearing this, Jun Lique tried to compose himself, took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually regained some of their former determination:

"Tell me in detail what clues you found."

Even the slightest clue could be the key to our breakthrough.

The woman glanced at him and continued:

"During my investigation, I discovered some mysterious flows of funds."

These funds are scattered across various seemingly unrelated projects and accounts, but after careful sorting and analysis, I suspect they are all connected to a secret organization.

This organization operates with extreme secrecy. I went to great lengths to uncover some clues, only to be assassinated by them in the end.

Yun Suisi fell into deep thought, and after a moment he asked:

"Have you had any contact with members of this organization before?"

Or have you noticed any special characteristics or behavioral habits in them?

The woman shook her head:

"They are too cautious."

The people I met all seemed like ordinary businessmen or public officials, without any obvious distinguishing features.

But I can sense that they have informants in various fields.

I may have inadvertently touched a nerve with them.

Yun Suisi narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression solemn, and said, word by word:

"Our encirclement and suppression operation was meticulously planned and executed because we received confidential information from our informants in advance, and we were determined to succeed."

We thought we could wipe them out in one fell swoop, but who would have thought that when we stepped into the so-called core battlefield, we would be shocked to find that there were flaws everywhere.

It's as if someone deliberately set a trap, waiting for us to fall into it.

Jun Sui frowned, his eyes sharp, and continued, picking up where he left off:

"Look, as their headquarters, it should be heavily guarded and staffed by a large number of people."

After all, that's their stronghold where they live and plot their schemes; how could they easily show weakness?

However, the reality we see is quite different; there are very few personnel stationed there.

In the vast camp, only a large number of cold machines were monotonously running, emitting lifeless buzzing sounds.

This scene is so illogical that it defies all reason; this is the most obvious flaw in the whole.

He paused for a moment, as if giving everyone some time to process this astonishing information.

Then, he raised his voice slightly, making each word seem to carry a questioning force:

"In addition, there is some detailed information that we have previously collected and compiled."

It is clearly evident that the perpetrators of this crime have intricate and inseparable connections with a group of criminals who caused a bloodbath and became infamous more than a decade ago.

This was originally a crucial clue.

But who would have thought that when we investigated further and verified the professor's testimony, we found that the two statements were completely different and diametrically opposed.

How could such a contradictory situation, as if they were irreconcilable, not arouse deep suspicion?

This is the second flaw; there must be some conspiracy or trickery at play that we haven't yet detected.