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

The smile looked quite friendly, but the eyes were like those of a dead fish, devoid of any warmth.

"Okay, you found it first. So what are you going to do with it? Eat it yourself?"

"I'm moving to the meeting point." Song Ya swallowed hard. "We'll put everything we found together and distribute it later."

"Meeting point?" Zhou Dahai raised an eyebrow. "Who chose the meeting point? Lin Fan?"

Song Ya didn't respond to that.

She is not stupid.

Yesterday, what was Lin Fan in those people's eyes? A lowly beast of burden with a monthly salary of three thousand, someone Su Qingxue had called an animal.

At this point, talking about the rules set by Lin Fan is no different from holding up a target and letting people shoot at it.

"I ordered it myself." Song Ya gripped the aluminum foil bag in her hand tightly. "There's too much stuff to move, so I'll find a place to put it first and we'll talk about it later."

"You decided this yourself?" Zhou Dahai laughed again.

This laugh was even more fake than the last one.

"An intern, marking off his own territory here?"

He took another step forward.

Song Ya took another step back, her heel hitting the edge of the reef, and almost slipped and fell.

"Brother Zhou, I found this place first. The company also follows the principle of first come, first served."

"The company?" Zhou Dahai interrupted her, his smile vanishing.

"Look where you're standing! Is this a company?"

He stretched out his hand.

"Stop talking nonsense, give me the stuff, I'll take it back and hand it over to President Su for distribution. President Su said that all found supplies must be handed over. If you don't believe me, go back and ask Director Wang."

Song Ya stared at the outstretched hand.

The nail crevices were full of black dirt, and there were fresh abrasions on the knuckles.

She didn't move.

"Then go ask President Su for a note." Song Ya wanted to find an explanation to only punish Zhou Dahai, and then go to Lin Fan. "If President Su says so, I'll pay."

Zhou Dahai's face immediately darkened.

He withdrew his hand, tilted his head, as if to re-examine the little girl in front of him.

I looked him over for two or three seconds.

He smiled.

This smile was even uglier than the previous two.

"Girl, I'm speaking to you nicely, don't take advantage of my kindness."

Before he finished speaking, he strode forward and reached out to grab the aluminum foil bag in Song Ya's arms.

"Don't touch it!" Song Ya screamed, turning around to shield the biscuit with her back.

Zhou Dahai was not caught.

He was completely mortified.

When he was at the company, he couldn't even be bothered to remember the names of junior interns like Song Ya.

A full-time employee in the legal department was fighting with an intern who had been there for less than three months for something; if word got out, people would laugh their heads off.

But this is not a company.

This is a deserted island.

He hadn't eaten anything for a whole day and night.

My stomach felt as empty as a dry well, and the stomach acid burned my throat.

He was sent by Su Qingxue to search for supplies on the east side, but after walking for most of the day, he found nothing, not even a broken plastic bucket.

As it turned out, a junior intern was the one who struck gold first.

On what grounds?

Why should a full-time employee like him just stand by and watch a three-month intern run off with food?

"You think you're so great, huh?"

Zhou Dahai grabbed Song Ya by the back of her collar and yanked her back sharply.

Song Ya was pulled backward, her feet slipping on the rough rocks, and her left knee slammed heavily against the rock with a "thud".

"Ah~!"

A large patch of skin on his knee was scraped off by the rocks, and blood immediately gushed out, flowing down his calf.

But her hands were still tightly gripping the two packets of compressed biscuits.

It's not loose.

Seeing her stubborn refusal to let go, Zhou Dahai felt a surge of anger rising within him.

"You fucking..."

He raised his foot and kicked Song Ya in the back.

Song Ya collapsed onto the rocks. Her chin hit the rock face, and she bit her tongue until it bled, leaving a metallic taste in her mouth.

One of the packets of compressed biscuits rolled out of her arms and landed in a crevice in the nearby rocks, while she carefully held the other packet close to her chest.

Song Ya lay on the ground, her vision blurring with pain.

But her first reaction wasn't to get up; instead, she held onto the biscuits tightly.

Seeing that he couldn't hook the bag, Zhou Dahai stepped on it with one foot.

Step on the back of her hand.

The tread pattern on the sole of the shoe dug into the skin on the back of my hand. "I'll say it one last time."

Zhou Dahai looked down at Song Ya, who was lying on the ground.

His tone changed. "Let go and give me the thing. Otherwise, I'll break your fingers one by one."

Song Ya's tears fell.

It doesn't hurt.

It's a feeling of being wronged.

The overwhelming sense of injustice surged up, a hundred times stronger than when I was freezing outside the cave last night.

She just wanted to find something to eat.

She was just picking things up.

She didn't steal, rob, or harm anyone.

On what grounds?

Why should anyone be able to hit her or kick her whenever they want?

She tolerated being scolded by her supervisor at work.

She tolerated being ordered around by her seniors to run errands.

She tolerated being ignored by Su Qingxue.

She kept enduring it.

Even after enduring all that, they were still beaten on a deserted island.

We are still being trampled underfoot.

Song Ya lay on the cold rocks, tears mingling with blood from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto the rock surface.

But her hand, which was being stepped on, had its five fingers gripping the edge of the foil bag tightly.

Not loose.

I'd rather die than let go.

"No."

Song Ya's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

But the sheer hardness of each word surprised Zhou Dahai.

"You can kill me... but I won't give it to you."

Zhou Dahai's lips twitched.

He increased the pressure on his foot.

Song Ya groaned, her forehead smeared with sweat and tears.

But that hand remained completely still.

"You really are a stubborn person."

Zhou Dahai bent down, grabbed Song Ya's hair, and lifted her head off the reef.

Song Ya felt her scalp tingle from being pulled, and all she could see was the swaying sky and rocks.

"Young lady, do you think this is a company? Call 110? File a complaint with the labor bureau? Cry to HR?"

Zhou Dahai brought his face close, his hot breath carrying a sour smell, spraying directly onto Song Ya's face.

"On this wretched island, might makes right. You, a little girl weighing just over 100 pounds, dare to argue with me?"

He used his other hand to start prying Song Ya's fingers apart.

One.

Song Ya bit her lip, and blood seeped out again.

Two.

Her fingernail left a white mark on the foil bag, and her finger joints were so bent they almost dislocated.

But it still didn't loosen.

Zhou Dahai was completely fed up.

He loosened Song Ya's hair and slapped her across the face.

He slapped Song Ya on the left cheek.

"Snapped!"

The sound was crisp and clear, echoing several times across the empty rocky outcrops.

Song Ya's head suddenly tilted to one side, half of her face swelled up instantly, and a burst of white light exploded in front of her eyes.

A long "buzz" sounded in her ears, as if someone had struck a large bell in her head.

My grip loosened.

It wasn't that she wanted to relax.

He was stunned by the beating, and his muscles wouldn't obey him.

Compressed biscuits were scattered on the rocks.

Zhou Dahai bent down, picked it up, and then quickly walked to the flat-topped reef at the meeting point.

The three packages that Song Ya had moved there before were still on it.

He glanced at it and copied it all down.

Four packs.

Not a single packet was left.

"If you had just listened to me earlier, none of this would have happened. You had to force me to take action."

He straightened up and glanced down at Song Ya, who was sprawled on the ground.

The little girl was curled up in a crevice of the reef, her left cheek was swollen, blood was hanging from the corner of her mouth, and the wound on her knee was still bleeding, which had stained a small piece of rock next to her dark red.

The back of the shirt was rubbed raw by the rocks, revealing sunburned and reddened skin underneath.

Back in the company, with that face and figure, he would have to sneak a glance at her, afraid of being called sleazy.

but now……

Zhou Dahai's gaze lingered on Song Ya for two seconds.

It paused for another two seconds.

Then he shook his head and turned to walk back.

He took three steps and then stopped.

I glanced back.

"Oh, right."

"If you dare to report this to anyone, I'll make sure you go to jail when we get back to the company."

"You'll end up wasting all those years of your education, and all your parents' hard work will have been for nothing."

Zhou Dahai knows that this is what today's graduates, especially those from rural areas, fear the most.

He used to sleep with several recent graduates at his company, and this line of talk always worked.

Moreover, he had already investigated Song Ya's identity and found out that she was a genuine rural person.

Song Ya lay on the rocks.

no answer.

The sea breeze swept in, seeping into the holes in my shirt, the chill seeping straight into my bones.

She stared at Zhou Dahai's receding figure.

Tears streamed silently down her face.

It's not that I don't want to pursue her.

He was so exhausted that he didn't even have the strength to get up.

She pressed her face against the cold rock.

I smelled the fishy smell of seawater, the taste of blood at the corner of my mouth, and the faint smell of food left on the aluminum foil bag...