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

"What's all that commotion over there? How's the supply gathering going?"

Wang Qiang's ferocious face instantly transformed into a fawning smile.

He glared at Lin Fan and muttered in a low voice:

"You just wait! When we get back to the company, I'll deal with you slowly! I'll make sure you don't even have the chance to work as a waiter in this shabby restaurant!"

"Yes, the entire industry should boycott him." The person next to him echoed.

Holding the wine, Wang Qiang scurried towards Su Qingxue, beaming, "President Su! Look what I found! This is Romanée-Conti, perfect for calming your nerves!"

Lin Fan looked at Wang Qiang's lapdog-like back and sneered.

To calm your nerves?

Drink up, drink more.

They'll die even faster.

Lin Fan carried the heavy mineral water tank, his eyes fixed on the majestic, barren mountain behind the beach.

In the field of vision, a pale gold notification box is floating behind a bush halfway up the mountain.

[A secluded rock cave: approximately 8 meters deep, a natural shelter. Although the entrance is obscured by vines, the interior is dry and well-ventilated. It offers a high level of safety.]

The weather at sea is like a woman's face—it can change in an instant. One second the sun is shining brightly, the next it might be pouring rain.

"call……"

Lin Fan exhaled a breath of stale air, adjusted the position of the luncheon meat in his arms, and strode towards the pile of rocks.

As they passed by Su Qingxue's so-called "temporary camp," a buzz of mocking laughter surrounded them.

"Hey, this intern, playing the fool who moved mountains in this sweltering heat?"

Wang Qiang sat cross-legged on a rock, swirling a bottle of priceless Romanée-Conti in his hand, looking at him with an expression that said, "Why are you moving that pile of junk up the mountain? That's a feng shui treasure spot; are you planning to build yourself a grave?"

Several male colleagues around him were busy piling up the designer bags and watches they had collected into a small mountain, and upon hearing this, they immediately burst into laughter.

"Brother Qiang, that's called having a broad vision! What if the helicopter lands on the mountaintop? They can send water up first, then fawn over the rescue team and maybe even get a first-class seat."

"Hahaha, he's born to be a servant, he never forgets to serve others no matter where he goes."

Zhao Na was touching up her makeup in front of a broken makeup mirror she'd picked up from somewhere. Despite the bruises all over her face, she was trying her best to maintain her socialite demeanor.

She glanced at Lin Fan, who was covered in sweat, and pinched her nose in disgust: "You smell like sweat. Stay away! Don't make the Hermes bag we're taking back smell bad. We couldn't afford to pay for it even if we sold you."

Lin Fan didn't stop walking, and didn't even bother to glance at him.

Why bother arguing with a bunch of dead people?

With a cold face, he bypassed the crowd and trudged up the pile of rocks.

Just then, a series of hurried and hurried footsteps came from behind, accompanied by a unique fragrance.

"Lin Fan! Wait! Hold on a second!"

Lin Fan stopped and turned around.

The sight that caught his eye made him catch his breath slightly.

The person who ran over was Song Ya, an intern who joined the company at the same time as him, and also the recognized epitome of purity and desire in the sales department.

She looked disheveled yet alluring.

The bodycon skirt of her business suit was ripped open, revealing a patch of smooth, white skin on the outside of her thigh, with some red and swollen abrasions on her knee, making one want to feel sorry for her.

Because she ran so fast, her already fitted white shirt suffered even more damage; the tightest button on her chest popped off, completely failing to contain her ample breasts.

With her heavy breathing, that breathtaking curve rose and fell, as if it were about to tear the fabric at any moment.

Sweat trickled down her delicate collarbone and into the deep cleavage, glistening in the sunlight.

Song Ya.

In that ruthless sales department, she was the only girl who would secretly slip Lin Fan milk tea when he was working overtime, and who would shield Lin Fan from criticism when Wang Qiang was yelling at him.

He was also the only outlier among this group of aloof elites.

"What's up?" Lin Fan's tone softened slightly, his gaze politely avoiding the dazzling white expanse of her chest, but his body remained tense.

Song Ya ran to Lin Fan, put her hands on her knees, and gasped for breath. Her huge conscience trembled with the movement.

She glanced at Wang Qiang and the others who were still laughing at them not far away, lowered her voice, and her eyes were red:

"Lin Fan, you...you shouldn't move it. President Su said the rescue team will definitely come. You're just wasting your energy; they're just watching a monkey show."

There was a clear sense of foolishness in Song Ya's eyes, as well as undisguised heartache.

In her mind, Lin Fan was so frightened that he made such an abnormal move.

Whether they laugh or not has nothing to do with whether I can survive.

Lin Fan glanced at her sunburnt cheeks. "Don't be too optimistic. If the helicopter doesn't come tonight, remember to find a sheltered place to hide and don't get too close to those idiots."

Song Ya was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting that Lin Fan, who was usually timid and submissive, would say such a tough thing.

She bit her lip and suddenly stretched out the small hand that had been tightly clenched.

Open your palm.

An exquisite ladies' watch lay quietly in her palm, its dial studded with tiny diamonds.

Patek Philippe Twenty~4 series.

"Here, take this." Song Ya shoved the watch into Lin Fan's hand without a word, her fingertips touching Lin Fan's palm, which was burning hot.

Lin Fan frowned: "Why are you giving this to me?"

"Are you stupid?!" Song Ya exclaimed anxiously, leaning forward slightly. The delicate fragrance wafted into Lin Fan's nostrils. "When we go back this time, our company will definitely undergo a major purge. That bastard Wang Qiang will definitely cause you trouble."

She paused, then looked up, her large, watery eyes filled with sincerity and a hint of emotion she couldn't hide:

"This watch is worth at least 300,000! Hide it well, take it back and sell it secretly, start over in another city... Don't suffer in Sheng Tang anymore, I don't want to see you bullied."

It turned out to be the case.

She was afraid that Wang Qiang would kill her if she went back, so she wanted to give herself some money to run away.

At this critical juncture where life and death are uncertain, this watch is the greatest act of kindness she can think of for Lin Fan, and also the most subtle expression of her girlish feelings.

Lin Fan looked at the watch in Song Ya's hand.

The golden notification box popped up again mercilessly.

Patek Philippe Twenty~4 Series: Stainless steel with diamonds, quartz movement. Current environmental value: 0. Unusable for consumption, heating, or self-defense. Aside from adding weight and burning calories, it's practically useless. Its hardness is acceptable; perhaps it could be used to focus light through the lens.

Three hundred thousand?

In civilized society, it represents wealth, status, and the entry ticket to a class that countless people grovel before.

But here, it's just a slightly harder piece of scrap metal, not even as substantial as a bag of sunflower seeds.

Lin Fan sighed inwardly.

Song Ya was a good woman, and even more so, a stunning beauty. But in this kind of environment, good people like her usually die the fastest, because their minds are still filled with the rules of civilized society.

He had to let her know that this place was cruel and inhumane.

But knowing this girl's personality, she definitely wouldn't believe it just by talking.

Only when she experiences evil will she realize that kindness is utterly useless here.

"Song Ya." Lin Fan didn't take the watch, but looked intently into her eyes. "Do you really think we can go back?"

Song Ya was taken aback, her chest heaving slightly before stopping: "President Su already said..."

"Su Qingxue is a human, not a god," Lin Fan interrupted coldly. "Wake up."

After saying that, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the priceless Patek Philippe.

Song Ya's face lit up with joy, thinking that Lin Fan had finally listened to her, and the corners of her mouth were about to turn up.

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