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Chapter 229: Chapter 229: Does Li Muchen Smell of Ladies’ Perfume?
Most of the Lu Family members spent most of their time at home these past two months, staying by Lu Sheng’s side.
It was Li Muchen who had been incredibly busy during this time. Sometimes, it took him half a day to reply to a message.
However, Lu Sheng understood why; she knew what Li Muchen was occupied with.
Ever since he heard that she was preparing to attend Beijing University, Li Muchen had been planning to start a new company in Beijing.
Li Group had been rooted in Jiang City for many years and could operate normally without Li Muchen; the CEO was experienced and very capable.
Li Muchen’s establishment of a new company in Beijing was also for her—so that he could stay with her in Beijing when she went there to study.
There was a lot to handle during the start-up phase of a company.
Most of the time, when Li Muchen came to see Lu Sheng, it was already quite late.
Although their relationship had already been accepted by the Lu Family, in the end, it was still more convenient to sneak into the room by climbing over the wall.
Plus, this way, the two could have a chance to be close.
Today was no exception.
It was almost eleven o’clock at night when Li Muchen finally had the time to visit the Lu Family.
When he entered the room, Lu Sheng was sitting at her desk with headphones on, typing away on her laptop, her slender and fair fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard.
The plaster on Lu Sheng’s lower leg had been removed by Lu Siyan yesterday.
Seeing that her leg had fully recovered and that she walked without any discomfort, the family finally put their minds at ease.
Because she was listening to music, or rather, too absorbed in her writing, Lu Sheng didn’t hear the movement behind her.
It wasn’t until Li Muchen approached the desk and his shadow fell under the light that Lu Sheng knew he had arrived.
"Have you finished your work for today?"
Lu Sheng stopped what she was doing, took off her headphones, and stood up to look at the man in front of her.
Li Muchen was dressed in a high-quality black coat today, with a dark gray turtleneck sweater inside.
His well-tailored trousers made his legs look long and striking, and he appeared tall, imposing, and calm.
No matter how many times she looked at him, Li Muchen’s face always pleased Lu Sheng.
His sharp facial contours, prominent features, thin lips, and attractive Adam’s apple all aligned perfectly with her sense of beauty.
"I’m done," Li Muchen looked down, and it seemed that as soon as he saw the girl, the fatigue in his brows and eyes vanished.
As usual, he reached out to tuck the girl’s hair behind her ear, his voice low and magnetic, "What about you, have you finalized the references for the paper?"
"Yes, it’s almost done," Lu Sheng glanced at the computer screen, "I can send it to the journal tomorrow, and they should be able to publish the final version in January."
During the two months of her recovery at home, although Lu Sheng didn’t go to school, she wasn’t idle.
Two months ago, Professor Peng—the Dean Peng Hongyuan of China Biological Pharmaceutical Research Institute—called her.
Before this, Professor Peng had not known Lan Xing’s real identity and had always thought Lan Xing was some experienced, venerable senior figure in the scientific research community, so he felt it wasn’t his place to say much about Lan Xing’s decisions.
Since the expert wanted to keep a low profile, he couldn’t keep asking in his emails for the paper to be published.
But since the day he found out that Lu Sheng was Lan Xing, Professor Peng had been persuading her, hoping that if she had the time, she would take the acromegaly paper she sent him three years ago and rewrite it, integrating it with the research findings of the past three years in the field.
When Professor Peng Hongyuan first saw Lu Sheng’s paper three years ago, he was astonished.
Nowadays, master’s and doctoral students mention the significance of their research in their literature reviews.
Every time Professor Peng Hongyuan saw his students writing something like "fills a gap in the field within academia" under the significance of their research, he would always drag them out for a scolding.
"You’ve only been conducting research for a few years with your master’s and doctoral degrees. How innovative can your findings be for you to write about the significance of your research in such a manner?
Even Professor Peng Hongyuan himself wouldn’t dare to boast about his papers like that.
The reality in the current scientific research community is that in fields like mathematics, physics, chemistry, agriculture, forestry, medicine, astronomy, geography, environment, material engineering, and technology, there are very few truly uncharted areas that no one has researched.
If an issue has not been studied before, either it’s not worth researching, or the current academic level is not yet sufficient to achieve innovative findings.
For example, in the field of medical research for a cure for acromegaly, before Peng Hongyuan saw Lan Xing’s paper, there were simply no prior research findings to reference.
He could only rely on constant attempts, experiments, and exploration, followed by repeated failures and falling into bottlenecks he couldn’t break free from, feeling anxious every day.
However, Lan Xing’s, or rather Lu Sheng’s paper, provided a perfect standard answer directly addressing the problem that previous industry giants had no clue how to solve.
Without exaggeration, her solo effort pushed the progress of researching the cure for acromegaly from a stagnant 5%, where it had been for many years, to 80%.
Such research findings are not only innovative but also a significant historical contribution.
Not to mention anything else, anyone who could write and publish this paper, even if they were not a student from a well-known university or a scholar from the academic circles, could use it to directly get a job at the national academy of sciences.
But peculiarly, Lu Sheng had no intention of publishing her paper at all.
The only person who saw it was Professor Peng Hongyuan.
So Professor Peng was even more anxious than Lu Sheng.
After all, publishing such a valuable paper would truly fill a gap in the field, greatly helping subsequent researchers in the same field, enabling them to avoid taking detours.
That’s why Professor Peng, a member of the academy, called Lu Sheng hoping she would rewrite the paper.
Worried that Lu Sheng might find it troublesome, he told her to just send it directly to him after finishing, and he would help her submit it to the world’s most authoritative and influential FSI website.
He said once the paper was accepted and published, it would certainly cause a sensation in the global scientific research community. If Lu Sheng wanted to keep a low profile, she could still use the pseudonym Lan Xing.
After thinking it over, Lu Sheng agreed.
Firstly because what Professor Peng said made sense, and secondly, she had time on her hands to do it while recuperating at home for the next two months.
After giving the revised paper to Dean Peng, it wasn’t a month before news came that the FSI decided to include her paper, just mentioning that the citation of her references was not standardized enough and hoping she could further perfect it.
Once the final edition was perfected and sent over, they would arrange for the paper to be officially published in the journal.
"It’s been tough on you," Li Muchen cradled Lu Sheng’s face, saw the slight dark circles under the girl’s eyes, and couldn’t help feeling a bit heartbroken.
"Did you stay up late last night, or did you not rest well? Why are there such heavy dark circles under your eyes?"
"I didn’t rest well," Lu Sheng said lazily, yawning, "I’m not used to sleeping alone without you holding me."
"I’m sorry, baby, it’s my fault." The man took responsibility very consciously, his tone low and enticing.
Then he bent down to pick up Lu Sheng, letting her lie across his front, with strong arms carrying the girl towards the bathroom, "Behave, I’ll carry you to take a bath, and let’s rest early tonight."
Lu Sheng was all too familiar with this posture.
When her leg was still cast in plaster, if Li Muchen was there, he would always carry her to take a bath.
Lu Sheng, tired from the day, naturally wrapped her arms around Li Muchen’s neck, then buried her face in the man’s solid and secure broad chest and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
However, the next second, Lu Sheng suddenly became alert, abruptly opening her eyes.
The man’s body still bore the familiar scent of deep, aromatic incense she knew so well.
Yet intermingled with this scent of aromatic incense was a whiff of a strange, overly sweet woman’s perfume.
Though faint, there was no way she could mistake it.
