My Perfect Female CEO

Inside the institute, Li Dingguo was deeply conflicted.

His wife had faced death twice, and it left him unable to stay calm.

In front of him lay two hard drives, the one on the left was fake, the one on the right was real.

His gaze was locked on the two drives, his eyes completely unfocused.

Right now he was tormented, facing a major decision in his life.

If he chose the hard drive on the left, once the thugs checked it and found it was fake, not only would his own life be hard to save, his wife would also be unable to escape a deadly calamity.

From a selfish and personal standpoint, he rejected that choice from the bottom of his heart.

But in his heart there was another voice calling out, the shadow of a steadfast faith left deep inside him, another self.

Stripped of his role as a husband and of selfishness, that was his truest self.

Devoting his whole life to scientific research, willing to shed blood and give his head for scientific成果.

Doing this, he was willing, this was the job he did to begin with, how could he possibly not have at least that much mental preparation?

He was prepared to sacrifice himself, but to ignore whether his wife lived or died—he really couldn’t do it.

If, because of the fake hard drive, he indirectly caused his wife’s death, as a human being he wasn’t noble enough to accept that.

The hard drive on the right was real, yet it embodied the sweat and effort of so many people.

Nobody even knew how much blood had been shed; those moles inside the institute were nothing more than people who failed to withstand the erosion of sugar-coated bullets and turned into neither-man-nor-ghost abominations.

Think of his old comrade Liu Qianjin, now a lonely old man.

His only son had also died in the enemy’s plot and machinations.

To guard these scientific成果, so many people fought on the front line, pushing forward in the face of immense sacrifice.

What right did he have to use the fruit of so many people’s toil to save his own wife?

What authority did he have to decide the fate of so much sweat and effort?

If, out of selfishness, he really did that, even if he miraculously escaped death, he would live on in disgrace and guilt, just dragging out a shameful existence.

How could a person keep living through days that humiliating?

Because of such considerations, Li Dingguo fell into deep anguish and contradiction.

He felt like he was about to split into two people.

One who, for the hard drive on the right, could sacrifice everything.

One who, out of selfishness, could betray everything.

Li Dingguo endured the torment, caught between a rock and a hard place.

The kidnapping of his wife was something Li Tong had leaked to him.

So far, the enemy still hadn’t contacted him.

But that contact was only a matter of time.

He was waiting for the call from the thugs.

From his daughter’s words, Li Dingguo heard many problems.

He also realized how perilous the situation was.

The first time, Ye Fan had controlled everything.

This time, the enemy had seized complete initiative.

It was no exaggeration to say that all he could do was obediently follow the enemy’s instructions and hand over the drive.

"Trust Ye Fan?"

"Do I trust him?"

"Trust Ye Fan!"

Li Dingguo went from doubt to resolve; that shift in tone and attitude meant he had already made his choice.

After a series of struggles and suffering, he made his trade-off and decision.

He picked up the hard drive on the right, heavy as a thousand pounds, treated it like a priceless treasure as he put it into the secure cabinet, then locked the cabinet tight.

The hard drive on the left, he slipped onto his person.

After making that choice, he clearly felt much lighter.

No longer having to face a decision that could split his mind was already a kind of relief.

Now what he had to do was wait for the enemy to call.

Then he would follow the enemy’s orders and bring the hard drive over.

As for whatever came after, he no longer had the strength to think that far.

Just as he waited anxiously, an unfamiliar number finally called in.

"Li Dingguo, top dog of the institute, the illustrious President Li, still remember my voice?" Jin Hua’s playful tone was laced with a venom that made Li Dingguo seethe as she laughed.

"The item is ready. Tell me, what am I supposed to do." Li Dingguo took a deep breath, speaking with difficulty as if a mountain was pressing on his shoulders.

"You’re very sensible, you know what you’re supposed to do, good, that’s very good." Jin Hua giggled and said, "Last time we didn’t even have time to get properly acquainted. This time, I absolutely have to savor President Li’s boldness and daring as he saves his wife."

"Cut the crap." Li Dingguo roared furiously.

"Heh, does President Li have a big temper?" Jin Hua’s patience was more than enough; she wasn’t irritated by his shouting, instead her laughter grew lighter.

"Try to understand how I feel. I really don’t have the mood to waste words with you here." Li Dingguo’s voice was full of sorrow, drenched in grief.

"Since President Li puts it that way, I’ll get straight to the point. Remember, follow the route I give you to the letter. If I find out someone’s following behind you, don’t blame me for not warning you—I’ll tear up the ticket immediately." Jin Hua’s voice turned vicious: "Also, you’d better not have anything like a tracker on your body. Otherwise, if we find one when we search you, you can forget about seeing your wife."

"I know, I understand." Li Dingguo agreed in a muffled voice.

After explaining his situation to Li Tong and making his request, Li Dingguo set out.

Action team.

Li Tong’s face was ugly.

Zhang Lu couldn’t help saying, "Li Dingguo is going to meet the thugs alone, and we’re not doing anything? How is that acceptable?"

Li Dingguo’s demand was that he didn’t want anyone following him; otherwise, the enemy would tear up the ticket on the spot.

Faced with such a brutal choice, how was anyone supposed to decide?

"Acceptable or not, we have to accept it. This is Li Dingguo’s request, not a suggestion." Li Tong’s voice rose involuntarily.

"But who can guarantee your parents’ safety?" Zhang Lu challenged.

"Let’s trust Ye Fan." Li Tong said weakly.

"Did you hear something else between the lines of your dad’s words?" Zhang Lu looked at Li Tong and asked solemnly, "Your dad wouldn’t really take the real hard drive to make the trade, would he? I know this suspicion is hurtful, but I have to ask."

"Don’t you dare question him like that, my dad is a selfless man." As Li Tong spoke, tears were already falling; she shouted, "I feel like my dad has made up his mind to die."

"..." Zhang Lu fell silent.

The atmosphere on site suddenly became bizarre.

Zhang Lu wanted to apologize for doubting him, but didn’t know how to start, so it only turned into a sigh.

"Have faith in him. He’s always been omnipotent. He’ll definitely break this deadlock." Zhang Lu spoke in a heavy tone.

That certainty came from blind trust and admiration.

Ye Fan had faced too many challenges and hardships before; she had witnessed them with her own eyes.

So now, all they could do was believe in Ye Fan.