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12:30 PM.

"Autumn Words" private island dock.

The sea breeze carried a salty, damp scent, and a pure white, 30-meter-long catamaran luxury yacht rested quietly in its berth.

This is the top-of-the-line vehicle that came with the island when Lin Yan bought it. When fully fueled, it can cross half of the Pacific Ocean in one go.

Lin Yan, wearing a light sun-protective outfit and carrying a large black waterproof travel bag, strode ahead.

Shen Qingqiu changed into a light windbreaker, wore sunglasses, and carried only a makeup bag, following behind at a leisurely pace.

"Have you informed the security team yet?"

Shen Qingqiu glanced back at the villa complex in the distance. At this moment, the island's bigwigs were probably still hungover.

"What's your greeting?" Lin Yan nimbly jumped onto the yacht deck, turned around and extended his hand to her.

"If we tell David, then it's a dereliction of duty on his part. If we don't tell him, then it's a deliberate disappearance on our part, and we can't tarnish the reputation of Blackwater veterans."

Shen Qingqiu smiled and, taking his hand, lightly leaped onto the deck.

The two climbed into the cockpit one after the other. Although Lin Yan had never actually driven such a behemoth before, his original owner's memories, combined with his extremely absurd learning ability, allowed him to quickly grasp the basics after a little exploration.

He quickly scanned the instrument panel and shoved the main power switch on.

The engine roared with a deep, powerful sound, and the propeller instantly shattered the once calm, deep blue sea surface.

"Where are you planning to go?" Shen Qingqiu leaned back in the leather passenger seat, gazing at the boundless sea ahead.

"I don't know." Lin Yan pushed the throttle valve down forcefully. The yacht shot forward, carving a long, wild trail in the sea. "Anyway, we're going somewhere Lao Liang will never find us. I'm on my honeymoon, why should I be working non-stop for him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yan casually picked up the two cell phones on the center console and rolled down the porthole.

"What are you doing?" Shen Qingqiu was taken aback.

"Cut off all possibilities of physical location." Lin Yan flicked his wrist.

"Splash!" "Splash!"

Two mobile phones, equipped with global roaming cards and worth tens of thousands of yuan, were thus casually swallowed by the fish.

Shen Qingqiu wasn't angry; instead, he leaned back in his chair and burst out laughing.

The president of a multi-billion dollar conglomerate and Asia's richest man were now acting like two high school students skipping class. This absurd yet pure sense of freedom was something only Lin Yan could give her.

The yacht sped off, cutting through the wind and waves towards the open sea.

3 PM.

A Gulfstream G650, accompanied by a powerful gust of air, landed smoothly on the island's private runway.

The hatch had just slid open.

Liang, the group's vice president who didn't want to go to work, rushed down the gangway with a thick stack of documents clutched tightly in his arms and bloodshot eyes.

Behind him followed Chief Legal Officer Zhang, who was equally on high alert, and four capable secretaries frantically typing on their laptops.

"David!" Old Liang waved frantically at the security captain who came to greet him. "Where are the boss and his wife? Hurry! Is Conference Room One ready? Is the gigabit network for the online press conference connected?!"

David, who is 1.9 meters tall and has a muscular build, stood there, looking at the irritable vice president with a blank expression.

"Mr. Liang," David replied calmly in slightly broken Chinese, "Father is gone."

"Leave? Where did you go?" Old Liang paused in his steps.

"I don't know." David pointed to the empty berth in the distance. "Three hours ago, they left in their spare yacht, the 'Poseidon.' The surveillance footage shows that the boss only took a bag with him."

Old Liang's vision went black, and his blood pressure nearly burst through the top of his head.

He suddenly turned to look at Old Zhang, who pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses. His perpetually expressionless face now showed a bluish tinge.

"Make a call! Make a call right now!" Old Liang roared.

The secretary shakily pulled out her phone, and a few seconds later, her voice trembling, reported to her supervisor: "Mr. Liang... both of the bosses' numbers are out of service..."

"They ran away..." Old Liang's legs went weak, and he slumped onto the luggage cart beside the runway, his eyes filled with clear despair. "Hundreds of billions of dollars worth of orders are piling up on the table, global financial media are waiting for them to make their statement, and the stock price is about to break the 200 billion mark... They actually ran away just to avoid working overtime?!"

Old Zhang stepped forward with a stern face and patted Old Liang's trembling shoulder.

"Don't doubt it, this is exactly the kind of thing Mr. Lin would do." Old Zhang was frighteningly calm. "He absolutely hates work. Those relentless calls you made before you boarded the plane directly touched a nerve, and now he's making you work overtime."

"What do we do now? Who's going to clean up this mess?!" Old Liang was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Old Zhang's eyes darkened, revealing a ruthless glint. "Issue a public announcement."

"What announcement?"

"Looking for someone." Old Zhang opened his briefcase, pulled out a blank sheet of paper with a heading, and quickly wrote a few lines with a pen: "In the name of the board of directors of the 'Don't Want to Go to Work Group,' a bounty is offered across the entire internet."

Five minutes later.

The official Weibo account of the "Don't Want to Go to Work" group unexpectedly updated with a new post amidst much anticipation.

There were no public relations rhetoric, no sentimental nonsense.

There was only one formal, official announcement, stamped with the group's bright red seal:

【Search notices】

Our Group Chairman, Mr. Lin Yan, and the largest shareholder, Ms. Shen Qingqiu, went out to sea on a yacht around 1 p.m. today to avoid their work schedules and are now out of contact.

A bounty is now being offered globally.

A reward of ten million RMB will be given to anyone who provides the accurate coordinates of the two individuals.

A reward of 100 million RMB will be given to anyone who forcibly detains the two individuals and returns them to the Xinghai City headquarters.

Note: This notice is protected by law, and the final interpretation right belongs to the Legal Department of the "Don't Want to Work" Group.

This post was published as soon as it was made.

Weibo's servers have crashed again.

Netizens around the world had just finished digesting the gossip about the agritainment business when they were suddenly stunned by this incredible bounty of 100 million yuan.

"Holy crap! What the hell?! They ran away to avoid work?! How much resentment must these company executives have to be so deep that they'd use company funds to issue a global warrant for the boss's arrest?!"

"One hundred million! Does anyone in the family understand that?! Get the village's fishing boats out! Let's go catch the richest man!"

"Lin Yan: I'm worth 700 billion, and I have to be wanted by my own employees just to go on my honeymoon? What kind of cyberpunk magical realism is this?!"

The entire internet instantly erupted into a joyous, nationwide frenzy. Countless netizens and coastal residents began frantically searching for a yacht named "Poseidon" in major ports and shipping routes.

Meanwhile, the two main figures at the eye of the storm had already sailed their yacht hundreds of nautical miles away.

The sun gradually sank below the horizon.

The vast, deep blue sea was dyed a magnificent golden-red by the afterglow of the setting sun.

Lin Yan casually switched the yacht to autopilot mode and set a random southward course.

He strolled to the living area at the back of the deck and took out a bottle of chilled champagne and two wine glasses from the built-in refrigerator.

Shen Qingqiu changed into a loose white shirt, the salty sea breeze tossing her long hair. Barefoot, she stepped onto the exquisite teak deck, leaning lazily against the railing, admiring the stunning sunset over the sea.

"Bang."

With a crisp sound, Lin Yanqi opened the champagne, poured two glasses, and handed one to her.

"Cheers. To our successful prison break." Lin Yan smiled and touched her glass to the rim.

Shen Qingqiu took a sip of the cool, refreshing liquor and looked at him with a half-smile. "With Lao Liang's temper, he's probably already putting us on the wanted list across the entire internet."

"Let him issue a warrant. I know Old Zhang's ways; at most, he'll approve some public funds as a reward." Lin Yan leaned against the railing, gazing at the sea, completely unconcerned. "Now, even if the King of Heaven himself comes, he can't disturb my honeymoon."

The two smiled at each other, enjoying a rare and profound tranquility in this secluded deep sea.

However, the tranquility of salted fish is always short-lived.

It was exactly 8 p.m.

Suddenly, an extremely sharp red alarm blared in the cockpit!

"What's going on?" Lin Yan rushed into the cockpit with a bowl of freshly made braised beef noodles in his hand.

Shen Qingqiu followed closely behind and entered.

Lin Yan's gaze lingered on the main control panel for a full three seconds. The fuel level indicator light was flashing a blinding red light, and the red needle representing the main fuel tank was plummeting to the bottom.

He silently put down the bowl of instant noodles in his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I have good news and bad news," Lin Yan sighed.

"What's the good news?"

"The good news is that David, that conscientious guy, meticulously emptied the main fuel tank of this spare yacht to prevent any potential hazards from sparks from the wedding fireworks. We just managed to hold on for seven hours thanks to the small amount of fuel in the auxiliary tank."

Shen Qingqiu stood there, stunned. "And the bad news?"

Lin Yan silently pointed out the porthole.

With a miserable cough that sounded like severe asthma, the yacht's engine abruptly stopped and stalled completely.