Quick Transmigration: The Pregnant Little Fairy is Pampered by the Heirless Boss

Ji Xiaosong put everyone into a deep sleep and then set up a barrier.

She sat down on Rongrong without hesitation. "Rongrong, let's go find Lin Zhiyuan."

“I knew you would go to him. I remember this expert’s case very clearly when I was in modern times. He always wanted to go back to China, but the US would never let him go. Whenever he made a move to leave, they would lock him up.”

"This era is too strict. Fantasy and the like are not allowed. So if we take him away, we have to create a memory for him so that he thinks he has escaped back."

As Rongrong sped forward, she chatted with Ji Xiaosong, discussing bringing Lin Zhiyuan back or helping him out.

An hour later, Ji Xiaosong and Rongrong finally found Lin Zhiyuan.

It was daytime in Country M. Lin Zhiyuan, carrying a briefcase, had just stepped out of his house when he was stopped by two black SUVs.

"Professor Lin."

The car door opened, and a man in a sharp suit stepped out with a formulaic smile on his face. "The FBI would like to ask for your assistance in investigating a few issues."

Lin Zhiyuan's fingers tightened slightly, but his expression remained calm: "I've already cooperated with the investigation, so isn't the case closed?"

"Routine procedure." The man gestured for you to proceed. "It won't take you long."

Lin Zhiyuan knew that refusing was useless, so he could only get into the car.

This is the third time this month.

Ji Xiaosong and Rongrong watched from mid-air. "Ah Song, do you want to go and take a look, or do you want to take him away now?"

"Follow them and see. Even if they're taking someone away, they can't do it in broad daylight; they have to do it secretly."

Ji Xiaosong and Rongrong followed them to the interrogation room.

In the cramped room, the glaring incandescent light shone directly on Lin Zhiyuan's face.

"Professor Lin, what is your relationship with those scholars from China?"

The agent opposite opened the folder, and inside were photos of Xu Weidong and two others.

“Academic colleagues,” Lin Zhiyuan said casually. “I’ve met them at international conferences.”

"Is that so?" the agent sneered. "Then why would you specifically schedule speaking time for them? And even risk testifying for them?"

Lin Zhiyuan pushed up his glasses: "Science requires seeking truth from facts."

"Science?" The agent slammed his fist on the table. "Do you know that the information they took involves national security?!"

"All they took away were their experimental data."

Lin Zhiyuan looked directly at the other person and said, "If the national security of Country M has to rely on stealing other people's scientific research results to maintain it, then that would be truly dangerous."

The detective's face darkened, and he was about to lash out when the interrogation room door was suddenly pushed open.

"enough."

A man in military uniform walked in. "Professor Lin, the Pentagon wants to talk to you."

Ji Xiaosong used her divine sense to keep an eye on the two groups of people. She originally wanted to take Lin Zhiyuan away during a break in one group's interrogation, but she didn't expect the other group to arrive so quickly.

"Ah Song, should we follow them?"

"with!"

*

Military helicopters landed on the Pentagon's helipad.

Lin Zhiyuan was led into a conference room, where several high-ranking military officials and the head of Oak Ridge Laboratory sat across the long table.

He looked closely and realized it was Karl.

"Professor Lin," a general said bluntly, "we admire your talent and hope you can join the 'Great Wall Project'."

"Project Great Wall?" Lin Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow. "That's quite a unique name."

Carl chuckled dryly: "This is a top-secret project, researching the military applications of special steels. If you join, your annual salary will double, and you'll be given priority in obtaining a green card."

Lin Zhiyuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "What if I refuse?"

The general's expression turned cold: "Then you may never get a security clearance, and you can forget about ever having access to core research again in your lifetime."

Lin Zhiyuan nodded slightly, his eyes flickering behind his glasses: "I need to consider the time."

The general squinted: "24 hours."

After Lin Zhiyuan was locked in the lounge alone, he immediately checked every corner of the room.

Taking advantage of the situation, Ji Xiaosong set up a barrier in the lounge so that, under surveillance, Lin Zhiyuan would appear to be resting with his eyes closed.

After ensuring everything was in perfect order, Ji Xiaosong finally appeared before Lin Zhiyuan.

"Professor Lin, do you want to go back to China?"

Lin Zhiyuan suddenly stood up, the chair scraping loudly on the floor. He stared warily at Ji Xiaosong, who had suddenly appeared, his fingers stealthily reaching for the pen on the table.

"Who are you?" His voice remained gentle, but his eyes were sharp as knives. "The FBI's new trick?"

Ji Xiaosong did not answer immediately, but instead took out a photo from her pocket. It was a group photo of Xu Weidong's family of five, with the date "Zhigang's seventh birthday" written on the back.

"Xu Weidong asked me to help you."

She said softly, "He remembers you mentioning that you liked to sit in the third seat by the window in the MIT library, with two spoonfuls of sugar in your coffee."

Lin Zhiyuan's fingers trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his composure: "They can find all this information."

He pushed up his glasses. "Tell me, what did I say to Xu Weidong when his paper was rejected by the Acta Metallurgica Sinica?"

“You said…” A smile flashed in Ji Xiaosong’s eyes, “‘Science is like a seed, it can sprout even in the most barren soil.’ You even gave him a jujube pit that you brought from your hometown back then.”

The pen slipped from Lin Zhiyuan's hand.

He took a deep breath, his glasses fogging up slightly: "So, what is your identity?"

"Xu Weidong's lover, Ji Xiaosong."

“But you… how did you get here? This is not a place for you! Leave now! I…” Lin Zhiyuan’s expression became extremely tense.

"It's not important, and there's no need to worry."

Ji Xiaosong interrupted him, "The important thing now is, do you want to go back to China right now? Xu Weidong's team needs you."

Lin Zhiyuan looked out the window at the soldiers patrolling with guns and said with a wry smile, "Even if I wanted to, there's nothing I could do."

“As long as you nod,” Ji Xiaosong stepped forward, “you will be standing in the laboratory of the Red Star Steel Plant before dawn.”

If Lin Zhiyuan's words to Ji Xiaosong were just a test and a sign of suspicion, an unbelievable thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Could it be...

Is Ji Xiaosong really from the motherland?

Lin Zhiyuan suddenly grabbed her wrist: "You're not an ordinary person."

"Yes, I'm not an ordinary person."

Ji Xiaosong grabbed Lin Zhiyuan's hand, and the next second, Lin Zhiyuan arrived in Ji Xiaosong's private room.

Seeing the scene change in an instant, Lin Zhiyuan was completely convinced.

Lin Zhiyuan's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

He trembled as he gripped the table, his eyes wide behind his glasses: "Comrade... God?"

Ji Xiaosong couldn't help but chuckle: "Just call me Xiaosong."

"Comrade Xiao Song!"

Lin Zhiyuan excitedly grabbed her arm, then immediately let go as if burned. "I'm so sorry! I was so rude!"

He spoke rapidly, "My research notes are hidden in the ventilation ducts of the MIT lab, and there are three encrypted notebooks behind the toilet tank in my apartment..."

Rongrong floated out from the corner, looking him up and down: "Why does this professor suddenly seem like a different person?"

“Because…” Lin Zhiyuan suddenly choked up, took off his glasses and wiped his eyes, “I finally believe that my country has not abandoned me.”

He looked up abruptly: "Can we go to Oak Ridge Labs first? I know where the key evidence of Carl's team's fraud is!"

Ji Xiaosong and Rongrong exchanged a glance, then smiled and nodded: "Give me directions, Professor."

Lin Zhiyuan gestured excitedly, like a child who had discovered a new toy: "Let's go to the archives first, there's something there..."

He suddenly stopped and asked worriedly, "Will this put you in danger?"

"Don't worry." A faint light shimmered at Ji Xiaosong's fingertips. "No one will discover us."

Three hours later, when Lin Zhiyuan appeared in the space carrying a stack of top-secret documents, his cheeks flushed with excitement: "This is enough to prove that Karl stole seven of our research results!"