If his Sister Tang attended, he would finally get to see her.

Jiang Tian had decided on the details of the conference all by himself, and he had especially decided to hold it in City A for one purpose, and one purpose only.

It was, of course, for a chance to meet with Yao Tang.

The only problem now was that he couldn’t be sure whether she would come to the medical conference or not.

Afraid that she might not be there at all, Jiang Tian hurriedly thought of something to persuade her with.

“You have to be there, Sister Tang. We still need to discuss Dr. Yu’s medical research and the terms of your future partnership with our Jiangdong Group. I admit that I’m a little wary about Dr. Yu’s decision-making skills… Please come, Sister Tang!”

He was basically humbling himself at this point, begging for even just a fraction of her time.

Jiang Tian, who had been a mischievous devil since his childhood years, had never been this attached to anyone, not even to his own family.

A silence fell on the line.

Yao Tang took her time watering the flower pot in front of her. “I’ll be there,” she said when she was done.

“Okay, great!” Jiang Tian exclaimed. “Great! I’ll send you the invitation card later, okay? I look forward to seeing you! Bye, now.”

He immediately ended the call before Yao Tang could say anything else, afraid that she might change her mind in the next second.

Jiang Tian punched the air, his face beaming with excitement. He hadn’t seen his Sister Tang since they had parted ways a few years ago, nor did he have a way of knowing how she had been doing all this time.

He couldn’t wait for the next three days to pass.

Meanwhile, Yao Tang had just pocketed her phone when it began ringing again.

She fished it out impatiently and glanced at the screen.

She pressed the answer button and spoke in a cold, rather harsh tone. “Hello.”

On the other end was Yu Jing, who was blissfully oblivious to Jiang Tian’s recent correspondence with Yao Tang. “Master!” he greeted cheerfully. “I’m about to do something big, can you guess what it is?”

“What, give some boring speech in a medical seminar?” Yao Tang said dryly.

She didn’t have the patience to beat around the bush and stroke this old man’s ego. She popped out a cigarette stick and a lighter, and took a drag.

The taste of tobacco quickly spread on her tongue.

She heard Yu Jing sputter over the phone, no doubt embarrassed and perhaps a little frightened. He cleared his throat and asked, “How did you know, Master? I only found out about it just now! Don’t tell me, have you started dabbling in clairvoyance at last?”

Sure enough, Yu Jing had just changed out of his white lab coat, and was walking out of his research room. One of his colleagues nodded to him in greeting before handing him a document.

It wasn’t until he had plopped down at his office desk that Yao Tang spoke again.

“I’ll be attending the seminar as well. I want you to print a copy of your latest research results and present a report to me then. That’s it, I’m hanging up.”

“What?” Yu Jing burst out in shock. “You’re going to the seminar, too?”

He wasn’t expecting his hermit of a master, who had always made a point of avoiding a public event, to actually make an appearance for once.

‘Not bad!’ he chuckled to himself. ‘Not bad at all!’

That kid, Jiang Tian, had really done well this time. Yu Jing’s face broke out into a wily smile.

And then the last part of what Yao Tang had said sunk in, and his satisfaction instantly changed to dread. “Wait, what? The latest research results? But Master—”

The dial tone interrupted his complaints as Yao Tang hung up.

Yu Jing heaved a long sigh and rubbed his throbbing temples. It looked like he would have to stay up all night to write the report and check some data analysis charts.

Of course, he could just pass the tasks on to his subordinates, but at the same time, he couldn’t.

This was no trifling matter, it was a report he was going to present to his master.

The genius’ eyes would spot even the tiniest mistake, and Yu Jing knew that he would never hear the end of it.

It was a good thing that Jiangdong Group was donating 30 million in exchange for his speech.

He could take consolation in money, at least.

…

The next morning, in the capital city.

Cheng Wei stared at the invitation card in her hand. It had just been sent over by someone from the national medical organization.

It was addressed to her, and under her name were the words: “Master Yu Jing’s Pupil, the Number One Expert in the Neurology Department.”