Chapter 455 This child, Yan Jin doesn't deserve to have.

Outside, a fierce storm raged, everything was a white expanse, and more and more seawater was surging in.

Wen Yifan's strong arms steadily supported Tang Xiaoya, who was soaking wet, as they strode upstairs.

The rain soaked through his T-shirt, which clung tightly to his body, outlining his broad shoulders and muscular back.

As he walked, he called downstairs, "Youyou, take your second grandfather upstairs."

Wen Yifan kicked open Tang Xiaoya's bedroom door and gently placed her on the edge of the bed.

He turned around, pulled a thick towel from the cabinet, and quickly wrapped it around her.

The man's movements were somewhat rough, but his tone carried an undeniable concern.

"You should change into clean clothes right away, so you don't catch a cold."

"Um."

Tang Xiaoya nodded, watching him turn and close the door.

She was alone in the room. She took off her soaking wet shirt, then suddenly stopped and walked to the mirror.

Several pale red wounds lay grotesquely on her fair skin, on her back, sides, and below her chest.

Finally, she raised her hand and took off the mask from her face.

The face in the mirror was both strange and familiar.

The knife wound on my left cheek is almost healed, leaving a faint pink mark.

The scab on the abrasion on my right cheek has almost completely fallen off, leaving only a red mark the size of an egg, which is quite unsightly.

My second grandfather said that these two injuries would need at least two months of medication to fully heal.

This face is now completely unrecognizable.

She quickly changed into a dry dress and went to the window.

Outside, the wind howled fiercely, as if it were the end of the world.

The events of the past month flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.

She didn't know why she could breathe underwater.

All she remembered was that her hands were tightly bound, and she felt like a lost soul, swept along by the rushing river, unable to control herself as she was swept forward.

The hidden reefs at the bottom of the river crashed against her body again and again, tearing her skin and leaving her numb with pain.

The blood spread in the water, only to be instantly washed away.

After an unknown amount of time, the rope on my wrist was broken.

She was also propelled into the boundless sea by the enormous current.

She swam back desperately, and when she was about to lose all her strength, she grabbed a fishing net and held on tightly with her last bit of strength, refusing to let go.

She was afraid.

I fear that I might be swept away to the middle of the vast ocean and never be able to return.

Finally, she was unexpectedly rescued by Wen Yifan and his sister.

This was her destined fate. Perhaps her father was watching over her from heaven and used the kindness he showed in saving Wen Youyou's life to exchange for a sliver of his own life.

Thinking about all this, her eyes reddened.

Yan Jin arrived a few days ago.

He actually showed up in this fishing village, and there she was, standing in front of him, about ten steps away.

But he didn't recognize her.

Beside him was a stunningly beautiful woman, and there was no trace of sadness on his face.

Perhaps, he didn't care whether she lived or died.

That's true.

Who is she?

He's just one of the more popular artists under his company.

Kaka Entertainment has hundreds of artists, many of them beauties. Even if Tang Xiaoya is gone, there are countless younger and prettier girls who can take her place.

She remembered that morning again.

She cried and begged him to accompany her back to Suzhou to see her sick mother.

But he coldly refused.

His harsh words echoed in her mind again and again.

He told her that she could only be his mistress for the rest of her life, and that if she got pregnant, he would personally tie her to the operating table.

Tang Xiaoya's hand unconsciously touched her lower abdomen.

Unexpectedly, after going through such a life-or-death ordeal, the child was still safely in her womb.

But this child...

Yan Jin doesn't deserve it.

A surge of hatred welled up in her eyes, eventually turning into a cold, misty fog.

The typhoon passed through the area the following day.

The sky cleared, and the sunlight was dazzling.

The fishing village was in a mess, and a large number of trees on the mountain facing the wind had fallen.

Wen Yifan's dilapidated little fishing boat was indeed gone.

It must have been swept away by the waves.

He sat alone on a low stool by the door, his tall frame hunched over, his back view desolate.

He just stared at the sea without moving, like a door god who had lost his spirit, his eyes filled with boundless loss and bewilderment.

Wen Youyou walked over with a bowl of steaming fish soup and carefully handed it to him.

"Brother, have something to eat."

The girl's voice was choked with sobs.

"Don't be sad. Even though the boat is gone, you still have me! I'll be eighteen in six months. I'll go out and find a job, and I'll save up to buy you a new boat!"

"That was left by my parents," he said softly, his voice hoarse.

Wen Youyou's heart clenched painfully, her lips trembled, and tears almost welled up in her eyes.

Tang Xiaoya walked over and took the bowl of soup from her hands.

She looked at the distraught man.

"Brother Yifan, if you had the chance to leave this fishing village, what would you want to do?"

She suddenly asked a question.

Wen Yifan slowly raised his eyes to look at her, his gaze filled with a hint of confusion.

He was once a top student at a prestigious university, the best science student in his department, and he was studying cutting-edge artificial intelligence.

Six years ago, his parents died in an earthquake. He resolutely dropped out of school and returned to this small fishing village to take care of his eleven-year-old sister.

From then on, he never thought about what he would do or what he could do if he left this sea.

Tang Xiaoya placed the bowl of soup into his hands.

“Since there’s no way forward, then follow me,” she announced calmly.

Wen Yifan was shocked, and the bowl in his hand wobbled. He asked incredulously.

"You...have regained your memories?"

Tang Xiaoya nodded.

"Sister Jin, have you really remembered who you are?"

Wen Youyou, standing next to her, looked delighted and excitedly grabbed her arm.

"Um."

Tang Xiaoya smiled at the girl, her eyes filled with determination, "Come home with me, and I'll take care of you from now on."

Wen Yifan stared at her intently, remained silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly asked.

"So what is your real name?"

"Tang Xiaoya." She uttered the three words firmly.

Wen Yifan's heart skipped a beat.

She really remembered.

"Are you being hunted down by enemies?" he asked in a low voice, his expression serious.

Tang Xiaoya was amused by him, and her eyebrows curved into a smile.

"You watch too many dramas, don't you? It was just an accidental fall into the water."

She brushed it off lightly, not wanting to reveal too much.

Tang Xiaoya changed the subject and asked directly, "It's more than 500 kilometers from here to Rongcheng. Can you make the trip for me?"

Wen Yifan nodded almost without hesitation.

"Sure. Just tell me what you want me to do for you."

"Eat something first." Tang Xiaoya pointed to the bowl in his hand, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"I'll tell you slowly after I finish eating."

"Okay." Wen Yifan finished the fish soup in a few gulps.

...

The next day, at the Nan Family Manor.

Lu Qinglin was having lunch with Nan Wan.

He peeled a crystal shrimp with his long, slender fingers, the translucent shrimp meat dipped in sauce, and carefully placed it into her bowl.

"Have some more, okay?"

Nan Wan has had a poor appetite lately, and her mood has been unpredictable. Her large, protruding pregnant belly makes her restless.

"I don't want to eat anymore," she said sullenly.

Just then, Lu Qinglin's phone started buzzing on the table.

The caller ID shows: Founder.

He picked up his phone, stood up and took two steps away, deliberately lowering his voice to answer the call.

"Hello."

Suddenly, he raised his voice, every word filled with astonishment.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

Nan Wan looked up at his back and frowned slightly.

His broad back was ramrod straight, and as the person on the other end of the phone spoke again, Lu Qinglin's expression became extremely serious.

"Keep him calm, I'll head back to Rongcheng right away."

He hung up the phone and put it down.

When he walked back, his chest heaved and his breathing was somewhat unsteady.

That usually composed and handsome face was now a mixture of extreme excitement and suppressed tension.

"What's wrong?" Nan Wan put down her chopsticks and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Lu Qinglin pulled out the chair next to her and sat down.

He leaned forward, his warm, large hand tightly grasping hers, his palm damp with a thin layer of sweat.

"I have some news to tell you."

His dark eyes were fixed on her, his tone more serious than ever before.

"But promise me, for my baby's sake, you won't get excited."

Nan Wan took a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay, go ahead and say it."

"Fang Zheng called and said that a man brought the black jade from the Southern Gang to Tiannan Group looking for me."

He spoke slowly, but every word carried weight.

"They said they wanted to sell it to me, but they asked for ten million right off the bat."

Nan Wan's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Fang Zheng asked him where the jade came from, and he said that a young girl gave it to him. She also told him that she wouldn't sell it for a penny less than ten million."

"Moreover, the person is currently in a small fishing village in Suzhou."

Nanwan's heart was pounding like crazy.

Tears welled up in my eyes without warning, instantly blurring my vision.

"Xiaoya..."

Her lips trembled, and she could barely utter a complete sentence.

"Xiaoya is still alive!"

"I...I'll go with you to pick her up!" She had already stood up.

"no!"

Lu Qinglin pressed her hand down, his tone becoming gentle yet resolute.

“Your body isn’t suited for long journeys right now. Besides, you’ll attract too much attention if you go out like this,”

He reached out and gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips.

"She probably didn't want others to know her information, so she used this method to ask someone to find me."

"Then you must bring her back." Nan Wan gripped his hand tightly.

"I promise you, this time, I will definitely bring her back safely." Lu Qinglin leaned down and placed a comforting kiss on her forehead.

He grabbed his coat from the sofa, and without even putting it on, strode out and headed straight for the airport.

The following day at noon.

In the ancient ancestral hall of Lianxin Town, the light and shadow are dappled.

Tang Xiaoya stood in the courtyard of the ancestral hall. She raised her eyes and stared blankly at the newly erected bust of her father in front of her.

She didn't know when Lianxin Town erected such a statue for her father.

But she really, really missed her dad.

My father's spirit remains here.

She reached out, her fingertips trembling, and touched the statue's cold cheek.

Finally, she lunged forward and rested her head against the statue's chest.

The long-suppressed sadness burst forth in an instant.

Tears streamed down her face, from silent sobbing to finally trembling uncontrollably.

This scene was unintentionally captured on camera by a travel blogger who happened to be passing by and was live-streaming his exploration of the area…

On the coastal highway, a black Rolls-Royce carrying Lu Qinglin and Wen Yifan sped along the road, heading straight for the small fishing village of Lianxin Town...