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

Xu Zhixia stood at the cave entrance for a long time.

The sea breeze blew her stray hairs all over her forehead, but she was too lazy to tidy them up.

The heat on my face subsided very slowly, as if I had been roasted, and the residual heat lingered for a long time.

She cursed Su Qingxue eight hundred times in her heart.

What's so amazing that I feel like I've wasted the past twenty-odd years?

Can you just say things like that to anyone?

She took a deep breath and then exhaled.

The sea breeze filled my mouth with a salty taste, which finally washed away some of the chaotic images in my mind.

She is a doctor.

She was simply curious from an academic perspective.

Purely academic.

After taking three more deep breaths, Xu Zhixia finally felt her body temperature return to normal.

She turned and walked into the cave, continuing to pretend to check Zhou's wound.

……

On the beach, sunlight peeked through the clouds, and the early morning sun felt comfortable, neither too hot nor too cold.

Yang Ningcong lay half-reclined on the rocks, his legs crossed. The fear of last night was like a nightmare, and he woke up as soon as it was light.

The images of skulls, explosions, and Meng Tiantian's hand still linger in my mind, but they are far less tangible than the sunshine and sea breeze.

That's just how people are.

The brain will automatically clear away things that you can forget.

The other women were either playing in the shallow water or picking up luxury goods on the beach.

An internet celebrity squatted next to Yang Ningcong, having washed her face with seawater. Although her hair was still tangled, her facial features had recovered somewhat, and she looked fairly pleasing to the eye.

Her name is Lina. Yang Ningcong can't remember her real name, but he does remember that she has more than four million followers on Yin Fu and usually posts fashion and travel vlogs.

"Young Master Yang." Lina leaned closer, her voice so sweet it could melt your heart.

"Um?"

"I guess you could say we've been through thick and thin together!"

"Um!"

"I want to buy a bag when I get back."

Yang Ningcong tilted his head to look at her.

"What kind of bag?"

"The Hermès Birkin bag, you know... the orange one." Lina gestured with her finger to indicate the size. "I've been waiting in line for ages, but I can't get in. Young Master Yang, you must have connections, right?"

Before Yang Ningcong could speak, another internet celebrity named Xiao Chuan peeked over from the side.

"Lina, you're so good! I want some too!"

"You want a Birkin bag too?"

"No, I want a Kelly, the classic black and gold one."

Yang Ningcong was amused.

The woman who was wailing and screaming about being haunted by vengeful spirits just twelve hours ago is now eyeing her bag.

While these people may lack mental resilience, their forgetfulness is truly exceptional.

"Sure, whatever." Yang Ningcong waved his hand. "When we get back, one for each of us, it's on me."

Several women cheered at the same time.

That kind of cheer that comes from the heart and expresses a beautiful vision for the future.

It was as if they weren't on a deserted island, as if there were no corpses floating in the sea, as if their two companions hadn't been blown to pieces yesterday.

Lina, being bold, sat down next to Yang Ningcong and leaned against his arm.

"Young Master Yang, do I look like I've lost a lot of weight? I've lost at least six pounds in just two days in this lousy place."

Yang Ningcong tilted his head and looked her up and down. She was wearing a bikini set, and she didn't really have much of what one would expect.

He reached out and patted her on the bottom.

Snapped.

The sound was crisp.

Lina cried out "Ouch!" and shrank back, but couldn't dodge.

"Your butt is really too small," Yang Ningcong shook his head, his tone slightly disgusted.

"No way!" Lina pouted. "I've been doing hip thrusts at the gym for ages."

"What you get from working out at the gym and what you get from surgery at the hospital are two completely different things."

Yang Ningcong pinched her waist. "When we get back, I'll pay for it. You can go to a reliable cosmetic clinic and get some implants, the kind that make your legs perky and round."

Lina blinked, paused for a moment, then smiled until her eyes curved into crescent moons.

"Really? That's expensive, Young Master Yang."

"What money are you short, Young Master Yang?"

Yang Ningcong crossed his legs and raised his chin slightly. "If you're going to do it, do it the best. Implants, fat grafting, whatever you want, it's fine."

Before he could finish speaking, another female assistant came over.

She has delicate features and a rather slender figure.

She held out her palm in front of Yang Ningcong and rubbed her fingers together.

"Young Master Yang, if you're really that generous..."

An An looked down at her chest, then looked up again.

"Could you massage me? Is mine... a little small?"

Yang Ningcong lowered his head, his gaze lingering on An'an's chest for two seconds.

The bikini fabric was loose and baggy.

"It's more than just small." Yang Ningcong clicked his tongue. "This is clearly a Want Want Little Bun."

An'an blushed at his words, but she wasn't angry. Instead, she took a step forward.

"Can I get one too? It doesn't have to be too big, I just want a C cup."

"Let me check the quality first."

Yang Ningcong grinned and reached out to rub the bikini top twice.

An An let out a soft "yelp" and shrugged, but didn't flinch.

"Hmm, the foundation is not bad, there's hope." Yang Ningcong withdrew his hand and nodded. "Go back to my go-to clinic, a Korean doctor will perform the surgery. It will look very natural, just like the real thing."

"Young Master Yang, how come you know everything?" Xiao Chuan from the side asked, leaning closer.

"Nonsense, you, Young Master Yang, are worldly-wise." Yang Ningcong leaned back, resting his hands on the rocks. "Which bed in the VIP rooms of those top-tier cosmetic surgery clinics in Shanghai doesn't have my name on it? I've taken no fewer than twenty people there."

Several women surrounded him, chattering about what project they should do.

Some people want nose implants, some want jawline reduction surgery, and some want full-face fat grafting.

Yang Ningcong welcomed everyone, analyzing their face shape and figure one by one, explaining what should be added and what should be subtracted, and he did so with great expertise.

He patted An'an's waist: "Go back and find the best doctor. My An'an baby should at least have a curvy figure."

An'an's face was flushed.

Lina chimed in sourly, "Young Master Yang is biased! He agreed to my request first."

"Everything is available, what's the rush?" Yang Ningcong spread his hands. "Your Young Master Yang has no shortage of money. Line up and come one by one."

These words immediately stirred up all the women's emotions.

Laughter echoed across the beach, creating an absurd contrast to the wailing and howling of the previous night.

They have forgotten.

Or rather, they are desperately trying to forget.

Forget Meng Tiantian's hand, forget the female assistant's neck bent at an eerie angle, forget the skeletons curled up in the rock crevices.

When you talk about bags and plastic surgery, your brain won't conjure up those images.

It's instinct.

Every living person needs to find something to look forward to.

The sun rose higher and higher.

The clouds gradually dispersed, revealing a large expanse of blue sky, and the sea shimmered.

Yang Ningcong's mood improved along with the weather.

He took out the PLB beacon; the indicator light was still flashing steadily.

The alternation of red and green creates a steady rhythm.

The signal is being sent continuously.

It's been over twelve hours since it was activated yesterday.

With the Yang family's extensive network of connections and search and rescue capabilities, this amount of time is more than enough.

"Young Master Yang," An'an suddenly spoke, her tone tinged with uncertainty, "Why...why hasn't the rescue arrived yet?"

"The sun is so strong, I've gotten a tan."

This remark caused the surrounding laughter to stop for two seconds.

Several women simultaneously looked at the little gadget in Yang Ningcong's hand.

Yang Ningcong pursed his lips.

"You think rescue work is like ordering takeout? Order a huge meal and it arrives in half an hour?"