A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Wutong was quite surprised by his arrival, as the two had no prior contact. Now that she was back at the center, he no longer needed to pursue her, so there should be no need for him to contact her.

Could it be that something happened to Duan Fufeng?

Wutong's heart tightened, and she voiced her doubts.

Zhao Chengying chuckled.

"Haha, the King of Dongqi is truly a man of honor. Even though he has decided to sever all ties, he still cares about him so much. There are not many people like you in the world these days."

Wutong coldly replied, "Don't call me the King of Dongqi. Now I am Wutong, just Wutong."

Zhao Chengying shrugged.

"It doesn't matter. I didn't come for him, but to have a meal with you. Are you free? It's just outside the base."

So there's nothing important?

Wutong had no interest in interacting with the people here. If she hadn't agreed to cooperate with the research, she wouldn't have stayed here at all.

"Sorry, I'm not free."

As she turned to leave, Zhao Chengying stepped in front of her, raising an eyebrow and saying, "Don't be so cold. You won't lose out by having dinner with me. Don't you want to learn more about the center?"

His words made Wutong waver. She glanced at him and asked, "Are you willing to tell me?"

Zhao Chengying smiled, showing no trace of her previous aggressive demeanor.

“You work with the center, so you’re just a colleague to me. Colleagues can become friends after spending more time together. What’s the big deal about answering a few questions?”

Wutong looked at him and thought he knew a lot about conversation skills. He neither answered her question directly nor did he try to trick her into falling into a trap.

She saw through his cunning, but what good did it do?

"Let's go, where should we eat?"

Zhao Chengying's smile grew even wider as he stepped aside, saying, "Come with me, I'll take you to a nice place."

The center is located on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by countless villages and towns, with the busiest place being the town's vegetable market.

Zhao Chengying greeted the gatekeeper and drove her to a high-end restaurant in the city center for dinner.

The surrounding environment was very elegant, with a faint fragrance of flowers in the air. Waiters in uniforms carried trays and moved between the tables. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, it was pitch black, with only a few stars visible.

The two sat facing each other across a glass table, which was amber in color and sparkled under the light, reflecting a golden-brown halo.

Wutong rested her chin on her hand, casually glancing at the food on her plate. Zhao Chengying handed her a glass of wine, but she shook her head.

"As a military officer, don't you drink?"

Zhao Chengying looked at this woman from a thousand years ago with curiosity.

Wutong raised her eyelids, glanced at him without emotion, and said indifferently, "A military general has to drink, and a woman has to get married, right?"

Zhao Chengying sensed the sarcasm in her words, laughed awkwardly, and relaxed from her initial restraint, chatting freely.

He asked Wutong about things from that era, as well as details about the army, and was most curious about the weapons and troops they used.

Dr. Su had asked Wutong these questions before, but for some reason, Wutong felt aversion towards him, but not towards Zhao Chengying.

This is probably intuition; she can sense whether someone is being insincere or sincere, even without explicitly stating things.

After chatting absentmindedly for a while, Zhao Chengying noticed her lack of interest and took the initiative to say, "Okay."

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"Alright, now you can ask me anything. Tell me what you want to know."

Wutong frowned slightly, her fingers tracing the silver-white knife, and asked in a low voice, "Is the center's technology really sufficient to send him back?"

Zhao Chengying said, "So that's what you were worried about."

Wutong said, "I will answer whatever you say."

Zhao Chengying said speechlessly, "It's not that I'm unwilling to tell you, what I mean is... the center has been researching time travelers for so many years, do you really think they've just been doing this for nothing?"

The sycamore tree remained silent.

Zhao Chengying took a sip of champagne and lightly tapped the table with his knuckles.

"They are not ordinary time-travel enthusiasts. There is ample funding and support behind their research on this project. The reason why it has not been made public for so long is that they are afraid of causing a commotion, and they lack the most powerful element."

"what?"

“A successful case.” Zhao Chengying lowered his voice to a whisper. “Once time travel becomes a possibility, it can no longer be just theoretical. A breakthrough can only be achieved by completing a perfect time travel within a controllable scope. Before you, they had already conducted several experiments, sending time travelers and trained modern people to the past.”

"How is the result?"

Wutong stared intently at him.

Zhao Chengying shook his head regretfully.

“Conducting this kind of experiment is like throwing a stone into the dark. You only know that you threw it, but you don’t know when it lands or where it lands. Judging from the completion rate here, the experiment was successful. But the people who were sent out cannot give a response, or rather, they tried to leave answers, but we cannot receive them thousands of years later.”

Wutong frowned. "So, there isn't actually a successful precedent for time travel. How can you guarantee that you can safely deliver him to the Southern Frontier?"

Zhao Chengying said, "Successfully traversing the timeline is not only your requirement, but also an important goal of the center. Those experts have been conducting experiments and research for so many years with funding; they are much more worried than you are."

That's what they say, but while the experts might be punished for their failed experiment, she would lose Duan Fufeng forever...

Although sending him away is also losing him, the two situations are different after all.

What if something unexpected happens?

She will be sorry to Duan Fufeng for the rest of her life, and even her life will not be enough to make up for it.

She had already broken his heart; she didn't want to do anything so risky again...

Wutong fell silent, staring blankly at the dining table.

Zhao Chengying roughly guessed what she was thinking, cleared his throat, and said meaningfully:

"You don't have to be so heartless."

Wutong raised her eyes. "What do you mean?"

"If you can't bear to part with him and don't want him to take risks, you can have him stay and cooperate with the center's work. Maybe after the project is over, the center can give you some money to live your own lives."

If he had told Wutong this when she first transmigrated, she would definitely have been moved.

Unfortunately, after so much time, she had seen through the true nature of the center. Hearing this, she chuckled and whispered:

"Don't joke around. There's a reason why the center killed so many transmigrators. It's enough that I'm the only one left. Why should he suffer any more?"

Zhao Chengying sighed softly.

"You're so good to him, what if he doesn't appreciate it?"

Wutong remained silent.

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