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

"Your people can't come."

Lin Fan interrupted her decisively.

"If you don't believe me, just keep waiting. Wait until you starve to death, wait until you die of thirst, wait until those men down there develop other thoughts about you, then you can remember what I said today."

"I think you should choose the second option. Turn around and go back. Whether you die of thirst, starvation, or freezing, or are eaten by your loyal employees, it's none of my business."

Su Qingxue stood still, her chest heaving more and more violently.

She stared at Lin Fan.

The man's face showed no emotion.

It's not a forced composure; it comes from the core, a genuine indifference.

He said those things as casually as if he were scrolling through a food delivery app on his phone.

Order it or not, it's up to you. The merchant doesn't need your order.

This attitude is more infuriating than the insult itself.

If he coerces her viciously, if he stares at her greedily, she can at least find a reason to hate him, a foothold to resist.

But he felt it was unnecessary to even glance at her.

Su Qingxue opened her mouth, wanting to scold him again.

Only a dry, hoarse sound escaped his throat; he couldn't even spell out a complete word.

She turned around and walked back step by step.

Throughout her life, Su Qingxue has walked out of countless meeting rooms where negotiations had fallen apart, always in this posture: back straight, never looking back.

However, when she ventured out before, she was the winner.

Lin Fan watched her figure grow smaller and smaller as it receded into the distance before turning his gaze away.

"Walk."

He said to Song Ya.

Song Ya, clutching three bags of cookies, followed in a daze.

Her mind was still buzzing. The impact of what she had just witnessed was no less than that of Lin Fan cutting Zhou Dahai's finger.

Su Qingxue offered 100 million.

One billion.

Change that cave, and change the water and food.

Lin Fan didn't even lift his eyelids.

What is the concept of 100 million?

Song Ya silently did some calculations in her mind.

Her parents farm in their hometown, working themselves to the bone all year round. After deducting the cost of fertilizer, seeds, and pesticides, they barely make 20,000 yuan a month.

One billion.

It has been cultivated for five thousand years.

We started planting them in the Shang Dynasty and have been planting them until now, and we've just accumulated enough.

……

Su Qingxue returned to the edge of the beach.

She did not walk into the crowd.

She went around to the back of a rock about half her height, pressed her back against the rock wall, and slowly closed her eyes.

The only thought running through my mind was that the helicopter couldn't come.

This thought kept swirling in her mind.

She tried countless times, each time using her willpower and the company's strength to forcefully push it back.

But it always manages to resurface, more and more frequently, and more and more clearly.

Su Qingxue opened her eyes again.

She didn't look at the group of dusty, disheveled employees on the distant beach.

They didn't even look at the cave entrance that was faintly visible halfway up the mountain.

Her gaze fell on the gravel path leading towards the cave.

A thin figure was limping up the slope.

Song Ya.

Su Qingxue's expression changed.

It wasn't anger, it wasn't humiliation.

The anger that had just clashed with Lin Fan vanished completely in that instant.

Instead, what has been brought from the business world and ingrained in their DNA is scheming.

She served as the helmsman of the Tang Dynasty for seven years.

What they excel at is never direct confrontation.

It's a flanking maneuver.

If they can't influence Lin Fan directly, they'll try influencing the people around him.

Lin Fan's current team consists of only two people.

Liu Feifei is a spineless opportunist; she'll follow whoever insists on her way, and even if you manage to poach her, she'll be a useless pawn.

But Song Ya is different.

Song Ya is the only person around Lin Fan who still retains the "values ​​of civilized society".

She was afraid of violence, she believed in rules, and she still looked forward to the days "after she went back".

More importantly, Song Ya was holding three packs of compressed biscuits in her arms.

Su Qingxue's throat bobbed uncontrollably.

The half-bottle of water has been completely digested, and the stomach acid is burning my internal organs with pain.

Three packs of biscuits, 1,500 grams, are enough for her to be the "backbone" in front of this group for another three days.

The rescue operation will definitely fail in three days.

If Lin Fan loses Song Ya, he will be all alone, and a lone wolf poses no threat.

With the cookies, her rule could be extended.

Killing two birds with one stone.

Su Qingxue quickly walked in the direction Song Ya had left.

Song Ya was preparing to continue climbing, while Lin Fan was ahead, already close to the cave entrance.

"Song Ya".

A voice came from behind her, and Song Ya turned around.

Su Qingxue stood on the gravel road three meters away.

Backlit, the expression on his face was not clearly visible.

But Song Ya was all too familiar with that standing posture.

At the company's annual meeting, Su Qingxue walked up to the podium in this posture.

With her back straight and chin slightly raised, she captured everyone's attention.

Song Ya instinctively hugged the biscuit tighter into her arms.

"Mr. Su..."

Su Qingxue didn't rush to speak.

She took a few steps closer and scanned Song Ya from top to bottom.

A swollen left cheek and a knee that is still bleeding.

A shirt with two holes torn in it, and three silver foil bags clutched tightly in his arms.

"Does it hurt?"

Su Qingxue's tone suddenly became very soft, so soft that Song Ya thought there was something wrong with her ears.

"The injury to your knee needs to be treated quickly, otherwise it will get infected. In this tropical climate, once the wound becomes infected, without antibiotics, amputation may be possible."

Song Ya was completely stunned.

Since joining the company, Su Qingxue has never spoken to her in this tone.

Don't use that tone anymore.

Su Qingxue didn't even glance at her.

At the company, there were 56 floors, 56 management levels, and a class ceiling that they could never overcome in their lifetime.

The administrative staff once said, "In General Manager Su's eyes, people earning less than 100,000 yuan a month are invisible."

Now this woman suddenly squats down on the gravel road and asks her if it hurts.

"I...I'm fine..."

Song Ya instinctively took a half step back.

Su Qingxue sighed, hoping to use a sigh to draw the other person into a state of empathy before making her move.

"Song Ya, I know you've suffered a lot of grievances these past two days."

"I already know about Zhou Dahai hitting you."

"Once you return to Jiangcheng, Zhou Dahai will be fired by Shengtang Group. I will personally arrange a lawyer for your labor arbitration, and Shengtang will fully compensate you for all the physical harm and mental distress he caused you."

Song Ya's lips moved, but she didn't reply.

Su Qingxue didn't stop. "You're a recent graduate intern, right? Your contract expires in three months?"

Song Ya nodded. "After we get back, I'll make you a full-time employee. No regular procedures, no defense required. You can choose your own position: sales, marketing, branding—wherever you want."

Su Qingxue reached out and gently brushed away a few grains of sand from Song Ya's shoulder.

Her movements were so natural, like a senior comforting a junior who had just been bullied.

"Starting salary of 20,000 yuan per month, plus year-end bonus."

She paused for a moment, then softened her tone slightly, "Are your parents still living in the old house back in your hometown? I'll personally pay for its renovation when we go back."

Song Ya's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

She couldn't help it.

I really couldn't help it.

Since arriving on the island, she has been pushed by Wang Qiang, kicked, slapped, and stomped on by Zhou Dahai.

Lin Fan saved her, but that man's mouth was as hard as a knife; he never said a kind word.

"Is he dead?" That's Lin Fan's style of concern.

Now that someone was suddenly speaking to her in such a gentle tone, the tension she had been holding for a day and a night almost snapped on the spot.

My nose is so sore.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

But Song Ya bit the inside of her lip.

He bit down on the wound that Zhou Dahai had just slapped open.

pain.

The pain cleared my mind.

She hadn't forgotten who Su Qingxue was.

Every word of this woman's speech at the company's annual meeting was so beautiful that it could be framed and hung on the wall.

"The glorious Tang Dynasty will never let down any striver."

Then, the day after the annual meeting ended, the administration department laid off one-third of its staff.

Cut jobs where necessary, reduce salaries where necessary, and all the potential pitfalls were planted in the contracts.

Song Ya sniffed and forced back her tears.

"President Su... what is it you need? Please speak frankly."

The sound was soft, but it remained steady.

Su Qingxue's eyes flickered, and she withdrew her hand, abandoning her tender demeanor.

"I want you to leave Lin Fan." The words were spoken crisply and decisively.

Song Ya's fingers tightened suddenly, and the aluminum foil bag was squeezed into a deep crease.

"You're a smart girl, you should be able to tell that Lin Fan's current state is not normal."

Su Qingxue's voice returned to its usual businesslike coldness.

"He cut off Zhou Dahai's finger, he threatened everyone with a knife. This is not a survival skill, this is violent crime."

"He has a knife, water, and food, so he can do whatever he wants. But rescue will come sooner or later, and the moment the helicopter lands, everything will be back on track. Everything he did on this island will be accounted for, one by one."

Su Qingxue took another step forward.

"If you follow him, you become an accomplice."

Song Ya's body swayed slightly, as if someone had pushed her from behind.

"Once you get back to Jiangcheng and the police start investigating, do you think you can clear your name completely?"

Su Qingxue's voice wasn't loud, but it was incredibly powerful.

"I was just following him; that kind of talk is worthless in court."

"You just graduated this year; your life is just beginning. You have an education, you have skills, and you can have a family, a career, and a normal life in the future. Are you really going to jeopardize your entire future for a few packs of cookies and a crazy person who's out of control?"

Song Ya lowered her head, staring at the pebbles beneath her feet.

He remained silent.

Seeing her silence, Su Qingxue quickly assessed the situation in her mind.

One more spark is needed.

The scales in this girl's heart were already swaying, but they hadn't tipped over yet.

The final straw has to be the one that breaks her most vulnerable nerve.

Su Qingxue changed to a lower, more intimate tone.

"Xiao Song, when the rescue arrives, I'll decide the seats on the helicopter."

Song Ya suddenly raised her head.

Su Qingxue's face was less than a step away from her.

Those bloodshot eyes stared at her, without anger or threat.

"Come back to me now."

Su Qingxue's gaze lingered for a moment on the three packets of biscuits in Song Ya's arms.

It was a fleeting moment, but Song Ya captured it.

She had already seen that look in her eyes once today.

Zhou Dahai had that same look in his eyes when he stared at the aluminum foil bag in her hand.

The only difference is that Zhou Dahai is a wolf; he pounces on any meat he sees.

Su Qingxue is a hunter; she first coaxes you to put the meat down, then takes it away gracefully.

"I'm not just giving you a seat, I'm giving you a whole new life."

Su Qingxue withdrew her gaze; that moment of greed had never existed.

"But if you choose to stay by his side," Su Qingxue tilted her head slightly, "your name won't be on the list when the plane lands."

"You will stay on this island with Lin Fan."

"forever."

The last two words were softly uttered from Su Qingxue's lips.

The sea breeze stopped at that very moment.

Song Ya stood there, holding three packs of compressed biscuits in her arms, the blood on her knees already congealed into dark red scabs.

She looked at Su Qingxue, then glanced back at the direction of the cave above.

Lin Fan's figure had already disappeared into the shadows at the cave entrance.

She turned around and met Su Qingxue's eyes, which were waiting for an answer.

The lips opened and then closed.

Finally, she made up her mind, "President Su..."