Desert Island Survival: A Hundredfold Improvement After Having a Baby?

The fire in the cave had run out of embers, and Lin Fan opened his eyes.

He didn't rush to get up, remaining in the position leaning against the rock wall, his right hand instinctively reaching to his side.

The knife is still there.

When my fingers touched the cold handle of the knife, and my fingertips rubbed against the rough, non-slip texture, my heart skipped a beat.

But my arms were empty.

Last night, the nation's first love, who used all her charm under the firelight and wished she could be woven into his bones, has not left a single hair behind.

Lin Fan twitched the corner of his mouth.

It wasn't an accident, and it wasn't even disappointing.

A snake was fed a hot meal while being pinched at its seven-inch mark; the moment the hand was released, it would be a miracle if it didn't slip away.

His gaze shifted away.

On the other side of the cave, a small white shadow was nestled.

Song Ya.

Last night, Liu Feifei was so exhausted that she collapsed on the floor and fell asleep. Lin Fan got up and added some firewood.

I glanced at the cave entrance as well.

Song Ya huddled behind a rock outside, her lips frozen a liver color, her teeth chattering like they were clapping, and she was trembling like a leaf, on the verge of going into shock.

He let her in.

At this moment, Song Ya was holding her knees with both hands, resting her chin on her kneecaps, her rabbit-like eyes, which had been closed all night, staring intently at Lin Fan.

The whites of his eyes were covered in blood vessels, like drops of red ink.

"woke up?"

Lin Fan sat up straight, picked up a half-burnt stick from the ground, and poked it in the embers.

With a "crackling" sound, a few sparks flew out, swirling with a wisp of smoke as they drifted away.

The fire hadn't cooled down yet.

Song Ya bit her lower lip, her eyes a jumble of emotions: three parts fear of him, three parts grievance, and the remaining four parts barely suppressed anger.

"She ran away."

When Song Ya spoke, every word was sharp and grating.

"I have eyes."

Lin Fan didn't even look up, continuing to poke at the ashes with the wooden stick in his hand.

She slipped away while it was still dark, without making a sound.

Song Ya's speech quickened, "Lin Fan, you've been played by her! She's not sincerely following you at all; she's just here for the food! For the warmth! Once she's eaten and drunk her fill and warmed up, she'll just leave."

Lin Fan stopped what he was doing.

He raised his head.

"sincere?"

He clicked his tongue over those two words and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

It wasn't a polite smile.

It's the kind of laugh that comes out of your nose, a laugh that you genuinely find absurd.

"Song Ya, is your brain filled with the saltwater of the Pacific Ocean? You're talking to me about sincerity in a place like this?"

Song Ya's face flushed red from his laughter, and she gripped the hem of her shirt with both hands until her knuckles turned white.

"What are you laughing at! Am I wrong? Last night... last night she shamelessly fawned over you, got what she wanted, and then turned her back on you! She's not even human!"

Song Ya became more and more anxious as she spoke, and her voice even cracked.

"She also stole the bottle of mineral water you left on the rock!"

Lin Fan glanced lazily at the flat rock next to him.

empty.

"So what?"

Lin Fan twisted his neck, and his cervical vertebrae made two crisp "crack" sounds.

"Don't you understand!"

Song Ya panicked and jumped up from the ground.

"She went back to see President Su! She'll definitely pretend nothing happened and continue playing the innocent, top-tier star!"

"Once the rescue arrives and we return to Jiangcheng... Lin Fan, she will never let you get away with this!"

As Song Ya spoke, she felt a chill run down her spine.

It wasn't blown by the wind.

During her months of internship at Sheng Tang, she witnessed firsthand too many of the ways those people up there used to torment others.

Without a sound, a living person disappeared from their workstation.

Even the resignation procedures were handled by the human resources department.

"She's Liu Feifei! A top star created by capital investment! Last night... you did that kind of thing to her. If even a single word gets out, her image, her endorsements, the roles she's taken on will all collapse!"

Song Ya stared with bloodshot eyes, her voice trembling.

"To shut you up, she has a million ways to make it impossible for you to survive in Jiangcheng. She'll accuse you of rape! Do you understand?!"

Lin Fan listened quietly.

Not a single word was inserted.

Only after Song Ya finished speaking did he slowly stand up.

1.78 meters tall.

The cave ceiling wasn't very high; when he stood up straight, his head was only a fist's distance from the rock above him.

That day and night on the deserted island etched something indescribable onto him.

It's not as simple as just getting a few shades darker from the sun.

It's that her entire aura has changed.

He took a step forward.

Song Ya's body was much more honest than her brain; before her brain could even give the command, her legs had already automatically moved backward.

My back slammed against the cold rock wall.

There was no way to retreat.

"I traded a piece of luncheon meat the size of a fingernail for a whole night of personalized service from a top celebrity in the Chinese entertainment industry."

Lin Fan tilted his head slightly.

"Can you help me calculate where I lost out on this deal?"

Song Ya opened her mouth, then closed it again.

My mind went blank for a moment. He actually... he actually thought about this that way?

He wasn't guilty for taking advantage, nor was he blinded by beauty, and he didn't even feel the slightest bit of smugness about "sleeping with a big star."

"You accused me of rape? Which eye of yours saw me pressing her head down? She took off her clothes herself, she crawled over to me herself, she knelt at my feet begging me to touch her."

"Even if we assume, hypothetically, that woman really flew back to Jiangcheng and reported it to the police, where's the evidence?"

He pointed out of the cave.

Outside were rocky slopes, beyond which lay a beach, and at the end of the beach stretched the raging sea.

"On this dilapidated island where even time is out of order, who's going to gather evidence? Send a forensic pathologist in a kayak? Or have the police ride dolphins to the scene for investigation?"

Song Ya's Adam's apple bobbed.

"But……"

"No buts."

Lin Fan shut her up completely.

"She ran back not because she was confident, but because she chickened out."

His voice dropped by half a octave.

"She's afraid that if she stays with me, she'll be my personal slave for life, with no room for negotiation. She has to go back. Back to the crowd, put on her 'Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden' shell, and continue playing her innocent persona."

"She felt that as long as she mingled with Su Qingxue's group and waited for rescue to return to civilized society, she would be the high and mighty Liu Feifei again."

Lin Fan paused.

"What happened last night? That doesn't exist. It never happened. It was all a nightmare on the deserted island."

As he spoke, he extended his hand.

Without a word, five fingers pinched Song Ya's chin.

The force was not strong.

Song Ya was forced to tilt her head back, her neck stretched into a taut line.

"She ran away, that's perfect. You can fill in for her tonight?"

Song Ya reached out and pushed Lin Fan away, but she didn't move him much. She was so hungry that she couldn't even kill a chicken. She quickly crossed her arms in front of her chest, and her cheeks and neck turned bright red.

"You're dreaming!"

"No way... I can't!"

Song Ya gritted her teeth, her eyes darting around, but she didn't dare to meet Lin Fan's gaze.

She held it in for a long time, her neck stiff as if in a cast, before finally squeezing out a sentence through gritted teeth:

"You...you're not clean!"

The moment those few words were uttered, the cave fell silent for a second.

Lin Fan was stunned. He was genuinely stunned, not pretending.

During his day and night on the deserted island, he was called a beast, a pervert, and Su Qingxue pointed her finger at him and said he didn't deserve to be human.

But this is the first time the words "not clean" have been used.

The next second, he burst out laughing.

"Not clean?"

Lin Fan laughed so hard he bent over, pointing at Song Ya's face, which was covered in black and gray patches.

He then pointed to her bare feet.

Ten toes were sticking out, the soles of his feet were covered with scratches, some of which were still bleeding, and his toenails were filled with mud and sand, making him look like he had just been dug out of a coal pile.

"Miss Song, do you seem to have some serious misunderstanding about your current situation?"

Lin Fan straightened up, a half-finished smile still lingering on his face.

"Right now, you can't even get a sip of water that doesn't taste salty, you can't even scrape together a piece of toilet paper to wipe your butt, and you're almost out of pants that can even cover your backside!"

"You want to talk to me about cleanliness?"

Song Ya's eyes instantly turned red.

Tears welled up inside, but stubbornly refused to fall.

It's not that I don't feel wronged.

I feel so wronged, so wronged that I feel ashamed to even cry.

She stiffened her neck and held her chin high.

This was her last act of defiance.

"I don't want to anyway."

"I'd rather freeze to death outside than end up like her."

Lin Fan stared at Song Ya for three seconds.

The way he stared was neither admiration nor scrutiny, but it was definitely not looking at a dead person.

"He has backbone."

There was no sarcasm in Lin Fan's tone, "Since you don't want to use that to exchange, then use this."

Lin Fan raised the knife in his hand and patted his arm.

"Work, use your two hands and two legs to do the work and earn your life back."

He strode towards the cave entrance.

He walked five or six steps without turning his head back.

"Keep up."

Song Ya stood there, stunned.

The sun hadn't risen yet, but the wind was blowing in from the cave entrance, brushing against her body, which was only wearing a thin shirt, and the chill felt like needles seeping into her bones.

Song Ya gritted her teeth and limped after him.

The sea breeze picked up even more fiercely the moment we stepped out of the cave.

But it's much softer than the razor-sharp wind from last night that could cut skin until it bled; it's barely downgraded from "deadly" to "half-dead."

Lin Fan stood on the edge of the rocky slope halfway up the mountain, looking down towards the beach.

They're too far apart.

You can't see people clearly, you can only see a few black dots moving on the beach.

They moved extremely slowly, like a few half-dead ants.

Current time: 08:15

Ambient temperature: 12°C

[Status of the target group on the beach: Five dead. The remaining survivors have completed a preliminary power reshuffle. Su Qingxue controls decision-making, while Wang Qiang acts as a tool of violence. Chen Jian has been forced to accept a technical support role. Currently, they are splitting into two groups to search for fresh water and fuel. It is expected that they will still have found nothing by noon.]

A golden notification box appeared before my eyes, the text so clear it looked like it was engraved.

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes.

Five people died.

His prediction last night was that it would be the first case of hypothermia shock, but unexpectedly, five people died in one go.

Su Qingxue is quite capable.

Even with five people dead, they managed to pull the rest together again, preventing the situation from falling apart completely.

In a company meeting, this is called crisis leadership.

On this deserted island, this is like giving the ox a breather so it can continue pulling the millstone.

But that's how it is.

There was no water, no food, and no decent fire.

Her mouth, worth a hundred billion, can't buy anything on this island that could extend someone's life by even an hour.

It won't last long.

"Where are we going?"