Chapter 126 One Month Period

Shen Shuang Miao Xiang suddenly remembered.

Zhu Jin treated her very well back then.

But why did it turn out like this?

How did they get to this point...?

Shen Shuangmiao closed her eyes, and tears welled up uncontrollably again.

She stopped struggling and cursing, and just wept silently until she was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep in the stubborn embrace of the man behind her.

When Shen Shuangmiao woke up the next day, she found herself still being held tightly in Zhu Jin's arms, and she had changed into a clean nightgown.

She felt a chill run down her spine, but she no longer had the strength to question him.

Zhu Jin seemed to be in a good mood.

After he got up, he didn't rush to make breakfast. Instead, he took his tools and got busy under a huge coconut tree outside the villa.

Shen Shuangmiao walked to the window and saw him making a qiu (a type of ancient Chinese craft) by hand, using thick vines that could be found on the island.

Zhu Jin worked very hard and soon became covered in sweat.

Around noon, he excitedly came to find her, his hands still bearing fresh wounds from the vines, some of which were bleeding.

"The swing is ready, do you want to try it out? I'll give you a push."

Zhu Jin's eyes held a hint of clumsy expectation.

Shen Shuangmiao's gaze swept over the injury on his hand, her heart unmoved, even finding it somewhat laughable.

"No need." She refused coldly, turning to face the sea. "You can leave. I want to be alone."

The light in Zhu Jin's eyes dimmed instantly. He looked at her cold and distant back, the wound on his hand throbbed with pain, and his heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by something.

But he didn't say anything, just stood silently for a while, then turned and left.

After confirming that he had gone far away, Shen Shuangmiao immediately returned to her bedroom and took out her cell phone, which had long since run out of battery and turned off, from under her pillow.

Clinging to her last shred of hope, she found the charger and plugged it in.

The computer is powered on and the screen lights up.

However, the signal bar remained a despairing blank.

Undeterred, she tried dialing the emergency number, but still couldn't get through.

Just then, through the window, she saw Zhu Jin standing quietly on the beach not far away, his gaze seemingly fixed in her direction.

He knew she would try, he saw it all, yet he let her efforts go to waste.

Shen Shuang let out a breath and tossed her phone onto the bed.

It seems he already knew what she was going to do.

Her attempts to call again were futile.

Shen Shuangmiao slowly closed her eyes, no longer having the strength to struggle.

At dinner that evening, she ate the food in her bowl, finding it tasteless and unappetizing.

Zhu Jin looked at her and suddenly put down his chopsticks.

"Let's make a deal."

Shen Shuang paused in her movements, raised her eyes, and looked at him warily.

"Eat your food properly and cooperate with me."

Zhu Jin gazed at her tenderly: "Live here with me like a real couple for a month, just one month, to fulfill my last wish."

Shen Shuangmiao seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, her smile mocking.

"And then what? You'll let me go in a month? Zhu Jin, can I still trust your promises?"

Zhu Jin seemed to have anticipated that she wouldn't believe him.

He took out a document that he had prepared beforehand and pushed it in front of her.

It was clearly stated in black and white that if Zhu Jin broke the agreement and refused to let Shen Shuangmiao leave after one month, all his personal assets, including the shares of the Zhu Group and the ownership of the island, would be unconditionally transferred to Zhao Mobai.

He had already signed his name and pressed his bright red fingerprint at the signature section.

Shen Shuangmiao looked at the agreement in disbelief, then looked up at Zhu Jin.

Has he gone mad? Gambling his entire fortune on this one month?

"Why?" she asked.

"For no reason." Zhu Jin looked at her, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "Just consider it a chance for myself to give up completely, and a guarantee for you to get rid of me completely."

He looked into her eyes and said resolutely, "Sign it. Let's have a good month together. After a month, it's up to you whether you stay or leave."

Shen Shuangmiao looked at the heavy agreement, then at Zhu Jin's unfathomable eyes, and was torn between her inner turmoil.

Is this a trap?

But he staked everything he had.

Perhaps Zhu Jin really intends to let go completely in a month?

In any case, this seems to be her only hope of gaining freedom at present.

She has no choice but to believe it.

"good."

Shen Shuangmiao picked up the pen and signed her name on the agreement.

From that moment on, she seemed to have truly become an obedient puppet.

She eats on time, no longer resists his approach, and even silently follows behind him when he suggests going for a walk on the beach.

Shen Shuangmiao sat on the swing he had made himself, watching the sunset dye the sea golden red, and listening to the swing making regular creaking sounds.

That night, she obediently went back to the bedroom with him and lay down on the same bed with her back to him to sleep.

Late at night, Shen Shuangmiao was awakened by a suppressed panting sound beside her.

She turned on the bedside lamp and found that Zhu Jin's face was flushed, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his lips were chapped.

He was curled up, as if he was enduring immense pain.

Shen Shuangmiao reached out and touched his forehead.

It's piping hot.

Did the high fever result from an infection of a wound on my hand from swinging during the day?

Shen Shuangmiao frowned, got up from the bed, and went to the first-aid kit in the living room to find fever reducers.

When she returned to the bedside with the medicine and water, she heard Zhu Jin muttering incoherently in his delirium.

"Shuangmiao, I'm sorry..."

"It was my fault. I shouldn't have treated you like that."

"Don't go, please don't leave me..."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

His repeated apologies were filled with pain and remorse, a stark contrast to his stubborn and rigid demeanor during the day.

Shen Shuangmiao's hands, holding the water glass and pills, froze in mid-air.

Looking at Zhu Jin's fragile face due to the high fever, and listening to his repeated, heart-wrenching confessions, she felt heavy-hearted.

Shen Shuangmiao remained silent for a moment before finally stepping forward, struggling to lift his heavy body, feeding him the fever-reducing medicine, and giving him a few sips of water.

Zhu Jin swallowed in a daze, and seemed to sense her approach, instinctively wanting to grab her hand.

Shen Shuangmiao quickly dodged away, fed him the medicine, laid him flat again, and covered him with a blanket.

As the medicine took effect, Zhu Jin gradually fell into a deep sleep, and his breathing became more stable.

Shen Shuangmiao stood there, looking at him for a while, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

She turned to the satellite phone that Zhu Jin had casually placed on the bedside table, and her heart skipped a beat.

This is an opportunity.

Shen Shuangmiao carefully picked up the satellite phone, confirmed that Zhu Jin was asleep, then quickly walked to the balcony and dialed Zhao Mobai's number from memory.

The call was answered almost instantly.

"Hello? Who is it!" Zhao Mobai's hoarse voice came through immediately.

"Mo Bai, it's me." Shen Shuangmiao lowered her voice and quickly explained the current situation.

"Listen to me, I'm safe now. Don't worry, I'll be back in a month."

"No! Absolutely not!"

Zhao Mobai roared excitedly on the other end of the phone, "Who knows what that madman will do to you in the next month? You wait, I'm calling the police right now! I'll use this phone signal to locate you and find a way to come pick you up immediately!"