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

Su Qingxue narrowed her eyes slightly.

She's all too familiar with that expression.

In her office on the 58th floor of Shengtang Building, the suppliers, bidders, and negotiating opponents sitting opposite her, after hesitating for a while, nine and a half out of ten would obediently accept the olive branch she offered.

No one can resist playing it safe.

Not to mention, a low-level intern with nothing to his name.

Song Ya lowered her head.

He remained silent for a long while before speaking.

"President Su, every word you say is very pleasant to hear."

She took a step back, clutching the cookies in her arms even tighter.

"It sounds even better than the one at the company's annual party."

"But I don't believe it."

The gravel road fell silent.

Su Qingxue stared at the intern in front of her, whose name she used to not even know.

There was no provocation, no fear, in those bloodshot eyes.

There was only one thing she couldn't understand, something that made her feel uncomfortable all over.

"Song Ya, have you thought this through?"

The last trace of gentleness vanished from Su Qingxue's face, and her voice became as cold as the sea breeze from the previous night.

"If you reject me now, you're choosing a dead end."

"Wait for the helicopter to arrive..."

"The helicopter won't come," Song Ya interrupted her.

Since the establishment of Shengtang Group, no one has dared to interrupt Su Qingxue.

The vice president dared not.

The board of directors dared not.

I took the job as an intern, earning 3,000 yuan a month.

Su Qingxue's eye twitched rapidly.

"What did you say?"

"Lin Fan said it."

Song Ya's voice wasn't loud, but every word she spoke was perfectly steady.

"The satellite phone is not working, the island is not on the normal flight path, and there is a problem with the magnetic field."

"You believe him?" Su Qingxue's tone rose slightly. "You believe a recent graduate intern? But not me?"

"I believe him."

Song Ya did not explain why.

She couldn't explain it.

For that reason, it was buried too deep.

The first time she saw Lin Fan's name was not on the list of new hires at Sheng Tang Group.

It was earlier.

Much earlier.

Song Ya bit the wound on the inside of her lip, using the pain to forcefully suppress that memory.

Now is not the time to think about these things.

"President Su, please give up."

Song Ya changed the position of her three packs of compressed biscuits, turned around, and limped up the slope.

I won't give you the cookies.

"I don't want the helicopter seat anymore."

"After I go back, you can fire me or blacklist me, I don't care."

"But I found these three packs of biscuits myself. I survived by getting slapped in the face and scraping my knee."

"I decide who I want to give it to."

She didn't look back, but walked very slowly. With each step she took with her left leg, the wound on her knee would be pulled open, and fresh blood would seep out.

Old wounds piled on top of new ones, every step aches to the bone.

Su Qingxue stood on the gravel road, watching the thin figure move step by step toward the cave.

The sea breeze swept in from the side, making Song Ya's shirt, which had two holes in it, cling to her body and accentuate her narrow waistline.

Su Qingxue clenched her fists.

It loosened again.

She didn't chase after him.

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

There are no more license plates.

One hundred million, official promotion, building a house, helicopter seats.

Su Qingxue laid out all the chips she could on the table, not a single one left.

Then, two interns threw the bills back at her face, one by one.

Su Qingxue turned around and slowly walked towards the beach.

His back was still very straight.

But his steps were much heavier than when he came.

……

Cave entrance.

Lin Fan was squatting on the ground, organizing the supplies in the first aid kit.

Footsteps came from outside the cave.

He didn't even look up.

"You're back?"

Song Ya stood at the cave entrance, holding three silver aluminum foil bags in her arms.

Sunlight streamed in from behind her, framing her entire figure with a bright edge.

That face, with half of it swollen, really wasn't much to look at.

Lin Fan lifted his eyelids slightly.

He had just heard Su Qingxue calling Song Ya's name from the cave entrance.

He didn't turn around.

He wanted to see the result.

He wouldn't stop Song Ya from leaving with Su Qingxue.

It's perfectly normal for an inexperienced young girl to be lured away by someone like Su Qingxue with just a few words.

Su Qingxue's methods could be used as teaching cases in MBA courses at business schools.

First empathize, then offer incentives, and finally threaten.

The standard three-pronged approach.

Within the entire Sheng Tang Group, there were very few companies that could withstand this combination of attacks.

But Song Ya came back.

All three packs of cookies were there, and the tear stains on her face were dry; she hadn't run back crying.

interesting.

"Put the things there." Lin Fan gestured with his chin towards the rock shelf. "Don't let them get damp."

Song Ya neatly arranged the three packs of biscuits on the shelf, just like in a supermarket, with the foil bags sealed up.

Lin Fan rummaged through the first-aid kit and found a roll of gauze and a small bottle of alcohol.

The first aid kit was something he had picked up on the east side of the reef. It had been soaked in seawater, but the seal was still intact, and the medicines inside were usable.

There were plenty of medicines, but no iodine solution.

He threw the alcohol and gauze at Song Ya's feet.

"Wrap up your knee first. In tropical weather, if the wound isn't treated, it will fester to the bone in two days."

Song Ya unscrewed the cap of the alcohol.

The moment the white liquid was poured on her, she jolted.

He clenched his teeth, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

But they didn't make a sound.

Lin Fan glanced at it from the side.

Yesterday, this girl would whine and groan for ages just from being in the sun.

Today, when I poured alcohol on the open wound, I managed to swallow my words.

People are forced to do things.

Everyone can say that, but when you're really forced into it, nine out of ten people will break down first and then slowly adapt.

Song Ya is the type who first grits her teeth and then endures it bit by bit.

Like a stubborn donkey.

She's really stupid.

But they can withstand it, and they really can withstand it.

She wrapped the gauze around her neck.

The technique was so clumsy; it took three wraps to barely cover the wound, and it looked loose and flimsy, like wrapping a rice dumpling.

Lin Fan glanced at it but didn't correct it.

As long as it stops the bleeding, it's not like I'm going to the operating table.

"Have something to eat."

He took a few loaves of bread from the rock shelf.

Bread has a short shelf life, so it should be eaten as soon as possible.

He handed a few to Song Ya, saying, "Chew slowly, don't rush to swallow. Your stomach has been empty for a day and a night; eating too much will only make you throw it all up."

Song Ya took the bread, broke off a piece, and put it in her mouth.

Take the first bite.

Her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

It wasn't just being moved.

The moment the food melted in her mouth, every nerve in her body screamed wildly that she was still alive.

She chewed slowly and swallowed slowly.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Lin Fan tore off a few pieces himself and finished them in a few bites.

He took a bottle of mineral water from next to the first aid kit, unscrewed it, took a couple of sips, and handed it over.

Song Ya took the bottle and took two small sips.

Fresh water slid down my throat.

The feeling was like the land that had been parched for three years finally receiving its first drop of rain.

I was completely soaked, inside and out.

She handed the water bottle back to her.

"Thanks."

Don't thank me.

Lin Fan screwed the bottle cap back on, speaking as if he were reporting an expense.

"You'll have to pay for everything you eat and drink with your work. I'll remember this debt."

Song Ya nodded.

No rebuttal.

If it weren't for Lin Fan, she would probably be starving on the beach below, or already dead.

What's owed is owed, and Song Ya acknowledges the debt.

Lin Fan stood up, walked to the cave entrance, and glanced down towards the beach.

Su Qingxue had already returned to the middle of the crowd.

From a distance, you could see her talking to Wang Qiang; their heads were very close together, and it was unclear what they were whispering about.

He wasn't interested in guessing.

Their gaze shifted to the terrain outside the cave.

Rocky slope.

Mangroves.

The ridgeline on the east side.

Further away, the area he hadn't had time to explore was hidden in low-lying clouds.

Then, the golden notification box reappeared on his retina.

This time, the amount of information is much greater than ever before.

Lin Fan's eyes narrowed slightly.

The golden words rolled down line by line in the center of his vision, and he read them one by one.

His face showed no change in expression.

But the hand gripping the edge of the cave wall slowly tightened its knuckles.

"After you finish eating, go collect firewood."

He turned to Song Ya and said in a tone that was no different from usual.

The sea breeze scurried up the cliff face, carrying a salty, damp smell that filled the cave.

Song Ya hummed in agreement, took the last bite of bread, and stood up.

She didn't notice that Lin Fan's gaze as he looked out of the cave had changed.

It wasn't the look of someone admiring the scenery; his eyes were somewhat clouded, and Song Ya couldn't understand them.

Lin Fan watched as the last line of small golden characters on his retina slowly faded away.

More people will die tonight.