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

Lin Fan, that loser, a lowly wretch who can't even get a permanent position at the company, is now playing the harem game on this wretched island!

They used their blood and sweat to build the harem, and used the wooden planks they picked up as plaques!

Why doesn't he just ascend the throne and become emperor?

Hey.

He looked at the names on the sign: Lily, the young girl who usually only smiled at the manager at the company; and Xiaoqin, the administrative beauty who claimed to have a rich second-generation boyfriend.

Now, their names are laid out so clearly on the stone, waiting for Lin Fan to choose them like livestock.

Lin Fan, on the other hand, controlled the water and the food.

With just a word from him, these women would strip naked without hesitation and climb into that warm cubicle.

Beside the campfire.

The four women whose names were written on each had different expressions.

Lily's face flushed red. She didn't feel humiliated; instead, a hint of wild joy flashed in her eyes.

As long as I sleep with Lin Fan, my stomach will be a little fuller.

She even prayed silently, hoping that Lin Fan would draw her card tonight. She glanced at her chest; though flat, she was young, still a virgin.

Xiaoqin bit her lip tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

She thought of her rich second-generation boyfriend and the life of a wealthy wife that was about to begin.

But the hunger in her stomach and the cold wind outside instantly shattered her composure.

Everyone was looking at the four wooden signs.

Only Zhao Na frowned deeply.

She stared at the wooden plaque on the stone, counting it once, then counting it again.

Four pieces.

There are clearly six women here.

Besides those four ordinary female colleagues, there was also Zhao Na, and Song Ya, who sat by the fire adding firewood.

Song Ya's name was not on the stone.

Zhao Na's name was not mentioned either.

Zhao Na was stunned. She subconsciously touched her face and then looked down at her prized possession.

Why isn't her name mentioned?

Did Lin Fan look down on her? Did he think she was too old?

impossible!

Zhao Na immediately rejected the idea.

At the company, Lin Fan, a fresh graduate, would always have a drooling look in his eyes whenever he saw her walking by in a bodycon skirt.

She could see clearly the inferiority complex and longing of men from the lower class.

Zhao Na is a top salesperson and the dream girl of countless men.

She understands men, and she understands men like Lin Fan who suddenly become rich and suddenly gain power even more.

This kind of man's greatest desire is to conquer the goddess who was once unattainable.

Why isn't her brand on the label?

Zhao Na's gaze swept back and forth between Lin Fan, Mu Pai, and Song Ya.

Song Ya sat by the fire, holding a twig in her hand, poking at the embers.

She didn't participate in the earlier scramble, nor did she go to gather firewood.

From beginning to end, she stayed quietly by Lin Fan's side; she was already part of the inner circle.

Zhao Na's eyes lit up.

She got it.

Brands are for women from the lower classes.

In Lin Fan's eyes, Lily, Xiaoqin, and other women were nothing more than tools for venting and amusement.

They need luck, they need to be "chosen" to receive a pitiful handout.

But Zhao Na is different.

She and Song Ya are different.

Song Ya was the first woman to be with Lin Fan, and she was Lin Fan's first wife.

And she, Zhao Na, is the most beautiful, most charming, and most valuable woman here.

Lin Fan didn't write her name because in his heart, Zhao Na's status was already equal to Song Ya's!

Zhao Na couldn't help but smile slightly, which aggravated the wound on her face, causing some pain, but she didn't care at all.

Lin Fan's thoughts were definitely like this:

On even-numbered days, she and Song Ya would each take turns entering that partitioned room to serve the emperor.

This is a privilege reserved for the two main wives.

On odd-numbered days, Lin Fan would go and flip through those wooden signs to find Lily and the others to change things up.

Yes, that must be it!

Zhao Na straightened her back, her tattered underwear revealing a striking curve.

The look in her eyes as she gazed at Lily had returned to that haughty disdain.

You little brat, you think you can compete with me?

You don't even qualify to sit at the card table; you can only be a plaything to be flipped.

As for me, Zhao Na, I didn't need a badge; I had already reserved my spot next to Lin Fan.

Zhao Na took a deep breath, suppressing the overwhelming joy in her heart.

She shuffled her knees across the gravel a couple of times, then moved closer to Lin Fan, her voice low and intimate, carrying a tone only the two of them could understand.

"Brother Fan," Zhao Na traced a circle lightly on Lin Fan's military boots with her finger, "What's the date today?"

Zhao Na knelt at Lin Fan's feet, tilting her head back with a longing look in her eyes.

When she asked what the date was, her voice rose at the end, carrying a hint of ambiguous probing that only adults could understand.

Everyone assumed that Lin Fan would go with the flow, after all, Zhao Na was a recognized beauty in the Sheng Tang Group, and few men could resist her figure and seductive charm.

"What number?" Lin Fan's voice was completely flat. "Asking such a stupid question, is your head filled with nothing but sea breeze?"

Zhao Na's smile froze for a moment, and her fingers stopped moving.

"Brother Fan..." She was a little taken aback, thinking that Lin Fan hadn't understood her hint, "What I mean is, we need to have a schedule, right? We can't just break the rules..."

"I know... in your heart, I'm different from them. They're low-level employees who have to rely on luck by flipping cards, but Song Ya and I..."

Zhao Na gritted her teeth and made up her mind: "Song Ya was the first to follow you, and I am the most valuable woman in our company."

"On odd-numbered days, you can choose their names to change things up. On even-numbered days, Song Ya and I will take turns serving you in the private room, one day each."

"Isn't this what you're thinking? Fan-ge, you don't need to hide it. I understand men's thoughts best!"

Upon hearing this, everyone stared wide-eyed at Zhao Na.

They've seen shameless people before, but they've never seen shamelessness described in such a refreshing, elegant, and self-righteous way.

Lily glared fiercely at Zhao Na.

On what grounds?

We're all refugees now, so why should Zhao Na be able to act so high and mighty and call herself the "official wife"?

Song Ya sat by the fire, her brows furrowed, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes.

Zhao Na's words directly linked the two together, and people who didn't know the situation might think that Song Ya was just as shameless as Zhao Na.

Lin Fan looked at Zhao Na's expectant face and suddenly smiled.

"The main wife? Taking turns?" Lin Fan casually threw the rag into the fire, and the flames instantly engulfed it. "Zhao Na, when I was an intern at the company, I really thought you were unapproachable."

"Every day they wear red-soled high heels and spray thousands of dollars worth of perfume, and look at us low-level employees like we're rats in a sewer."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Na's heart sank, and an ominous premonition welled up within her.

"But have you forgotten that even though I'm an intern, I have eyes?"

"Last month, in order to secure that land deal in the south of the city, you stayed in that pot-bellied CEO Liu's car for two hours. When you came out, your stockings were torn."

"At last year's annual meeting, you got drunk and the deputy general manager half-carried, half-helped you into a hotel room upstairs. You didn't come out until the next morning."

"And then there's that balding Mr. Li, and that burly Mr. Zhao with his menacing face..."

Zhao Na's face was pale, while Lin Fan continued to work.

"Don't you know how rotten your social circle is, and how many greasy old men you've slept with?"

Lin Fan's voice wasn't loud, but every word was piercing.

"You think I didn't write your name because I'm reserving the position of the main wife for you?"