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

Su Qingxue pursed her lips and chose to remain silent, clearly indicating that she did not want to take the blame for Wang Qiang.

Chen Jian let out a cold laugh and glanced at Wang Qiang with a cold look.

"President Su spent money to buy everyone's admission tickets. But those words you used during the day, calling him a gigolo and a good-for-nothing, are a debt that President Su's 30 million won't be enough to settle."

Chen Jian tapped the rocks under Wang Qiang's feet heavily with a wooden stick.

"Want to come over and warm up? Sure. Three kowtows, or you'll freeze to death by the vent."

The crevice fell silent, all eyes fixed on Wang Qiang, but no one stepped forward to speak up for him.

Old Li from the finance department even quietly moved his buttocks closer to the fire, afraid that Chen Jian would remember that he had also mocked him during the day and kick him out as well.

Wang Qiang's eyes were bloodshot. He looked at the flickering flames in the basin, then at the dark, torrential rain outside, and finally cast a pleading look at Su Qingxue.

"President Su... I only scolded him during the day to save face for you! Please say a word for me, even just one sentence would be helpful..."

Su Qingxue didn't even lift her eyelids.

She's feeling a chill emanating from every bone in her body right now; she's already paid a price of thirty million for this fire.

Offending Chen Jian? There's absolutely no need.

"Go ahead and kowtow."

Su Qingxue's voice was cold and clear, and the words she uttered were more piercing to Wang Qiang than the wind outside.

Wang Qiang's mind went blank, and he was completely dumbfounded.

His most prized backer, the CEO he had fawned over all day, was betrayed without hesitation so that he could get some support.

A gust of wind, carrying icy mist, slammed against Wang Qiang's bare back, making him shiver.

Face? Dignity? The boss's authority?

Faced with the threat of death from hypothermia, all of this is utter nonsense.

Wang Qiang gritted his teeth, his knees buckled, and he knelt heavily in Chen Jian's direction.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After kowtowing three times, Wang Qiang's voice trembled as he said, "Brother Chen... I was foul-mouthed, I was wrong... Please let me pass."

Chen Jian then withdrew the wooden stick and stepped aside.

Wang Qiang, like a stray dog, scrambled into the crowd, greedily basking in the meager warmth.

Wang Lan sat across the fire, watching her husband swiftly establish his authority, her mind racing with calculations.

If this desert island survival mission goes smoothly and they can make it back alive, the couple will have won big.

……

"Achoo!"

Inside the cave, Song Ya sneezed, and her frail shoulders trembled violently.

Lin Fan looked at the back so close to his own, and his heart skipped a beat.

The firelight made her skin look like fine porcelain, and that breathtaking arc was a real test of a man's willpower.

Hearing the noise, Lin Fan suppressed his anger, his voice deep and heavy: "What are you dawdling for? Do you want to freeze into an icicle?"

Song Ya was so anxious she was almost crying. She frantically groped behind her back with her hands, but her fingers were frozen stiff and she couldn't muster any strength.

The row of metal buckles, soaked by the rain, were tightly stuck together, as if deliberately making things difficult for her.

"I...I can't untie it."

She turned around, her eyes red-rimmed, glistening with tears on her eyelashes. "Lin Fan, please help me..."

Looking at her pitiful appearance, Lin Fan's Adam's apple bobbed, but he still stepped forward and walked over.

"Don't move, let me take a look."

The rough fingertips touched Song Ya's warm back, and Song Ya felt as if she had been electrocuted, instantly stiffening up.

This was also Lin Fan's first time doing such delicate work, his fingertips probing back and forth between the soaked fabric and the smooth skin.

"Lin Fan... do you even know how to do it...?" Song Ya was extremely anxious, the heat on her back making her so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Shut up." Lin Fan was a little annoyed. He was a top student, yet he was stumped by a small button.

He simply used both hands and patiently felt around for the metal buckle.

Against the backdrop of the raging storm outside, this scene appeared both absurd and ambiguous.

The firelight cast their shadows onto the uneven stone wall, creating an overlapping image.

This scene was witnessed by the people in the crevice below.

In the rock crevices halfway up the mountain, hellish cold still raged.

Although Chen Jian's bonfire was burning, with dozens of people crammed together, the heat was practically negligible.

Zhao Na was shivering from the cold when she glanced up at the side and froze.

"Holy crap! Look up there!"

Everyone looked up at the same time.

Through the dense rain, the firelight from the cave above looked as bright as a light bulb.

The blazing flames looked so tempting.

But what's most devastating is the two intertwined silhouettes on the stone wall.

A shapely woman was standing with her back to the man, whose hands were on her back, the gesture extremely suggestive.

That posture was simply wonderful.

"Those...those are Lin Fan and Song Ya?" Old Li's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Absolutely! That vixen Song Ya, she always acts like a saint at the company, but now she actually..."

Zhao Na was so angry she gritted her teeth, her tone dripping with sourness, "She's planning to sell herself for a high price!"

Wang Qiang squeezed to the edge of the fire, his eyes burning with envy as he looked at the vibrant scene above.

"Damn it! We kowtowed and spent money here just to get this little spark, while that kid up up there is roasting himself by a huge fire and playing with women!"

Wang Qiang spat, "Is there any justice left in this world?!"

Su Qingxue stared intently at the silhouette, her gaze growing increasingly cold.

Last night it was Liu Feifei, today it's Song Ya.

She glanced at Liu Feifei, whose face was turning blue from the cold, standing next to her.

Liu Feifei was biting her lip tightly, her eyes filled with regret.

If she had known earlier that rescue wouldn't be possible, she would have done it to that poor bastard Lin Fan again. Now, isn't she the one lying in that warm cave?

After all, Lin Fan was willing to kick that brat Song Ya out last night for her sake, and she believed he could do the same tonight.

"Shameless." Su Qingxue coldly uttered four words, it was unclear whether she was cursing Liu Feifei or Lin Fan.

But the atmosphere in the crevice was filled with jealousy and longing.

The men looked at Lin Fan, wishing they could take his place, while the women stared at Song Ya, their minds racing with their own calculations.

If I could have that big fire all to myself and a sip of hot water, it seems... not so hard to negotiate that I'd even sleep with that brat Lin Fan once?

Once this thought takes hold, it becomes increasingly uncontrollable...