Chapter 122 Heartbeat in the Distance

The manor was immersed in the silent night. The evening breeze, carrying the cool scent of lily of the valley, quietly blew through the window lattice, but still woke up the sleeping people.

Su Lixia sat up suddenly, her tears soaking the pillowcase. She seemed to be able to feel Savika's call from the deep sea, so real, so urgent.

She curled up at the head of the bed, sobbing softly: "He must still be alive... I know..."

The door was gently pushed open, and Ruan Xingchen walked in with her pregnant belly. She sat on the edge of the bed and held Su Lixia in her arms.

"Senior... he must still be alive..." Su Lixia choked and grabbed Ruan Xingchen's nightgown, "I can feel him calling me... from far away..."

Ruan Xingchen gently stroked her trembling back. "Xiaohan has already dispatched additional search teams. All islands along the Indian Ocean coast are being checked, and even a reward has been offered for the lives of nearby fishermen." She wiped away Su Lixia's tears. "As long as there's a glimmer of hope, we won't give up."

"I'll wait..." Su Lixia looked out the window at the dark night, her eyes firm and persistent, "until he comes back."

The lilies of the valley in the garden swayed gently in the breeze, as if responding to this persistent wait. In the study far away, Mo Xiaohan was deploying a new round of search in front of the sea chart.

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Lombok Sultanate, Indonesia.

Savika was doing rehabilitation training shirtless, beads of sweat rolling down his tight back, and his muscle lines formed sharp and powerful arcs under the scorching sun.

His injuries were healing at an astonishing rate, thanks to his strong physique and his eagerness to return to Su Lixia.

"Brother Savika~" a sweet call came from behind him.

Savika looked back coldly and saw Nadia approaching with her waist twisting deliberately. Her sarong was tied loosely on purpose, and large areas of honey-colored skin and plump breasts were faintly visible under the gauze.

She walked up to him, her eyes filled with undisguised desire: "Are you feeling better today?"

"Contact Mohism." His voice was as cold as ice.

"Don't be impatient~" Nadia pouted her red lips and reached out to touch his chest, "Your injury hasn't healed yet..."

"Don't touch me." Savika turned sideways, her eyes full of disgust.

"Why are you like this~" Nadia stamped her feet in anger, with a hint of grievance in her coquettishness, "Do you know how many people want to marry me? Why are you..."

"Then go and get married." Savika interrupted her coldly, "For the last time, I want to contact the Mo family."

"When you're fully recovered, I'll personally accompany you back to Bangkok~" She still didn't give up, and once again tried to get closer, standing on tiptoe to kiss Savika, but he grabbed her throat and pushed her against the pillar.

"If you want to die, just tell me." Savika's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He whispered in her ear, "If you try this again..." His eyes swept over her carefully manicured hands, "I'll pull out every one of your diamond-studded nails."

There was no trace of joking in those wolf-like eyes, and Nadia turned pale with fear. It was not until Savika released his hand in disgust that she gasped, glared at him in shock and anger, and turned and ran away crying.

"He doesn't even pay any attention to me!" Nadia rushed into her brother's study, covered her red neck and sobbed, "He won't even look me in the eye!"

Alim slowly polished his traditional dagger. "Then use some unusual tactics..." He took a small porcelain bottle from a sandalwood box and handed it to Nadia. "This is something an Arab merchant brought. Mix it with his wine. When he's infatuated, take the initiative. When he wakes up and finds you've slept with him, he'll have to take responsibility for you."

Nadia hesitated and said, "But..."

"No buts!" Alim said sternly, "This is the Rahma family's chance to rise!"

He pinched his sister's chin and said, "If I could get pregnant with his child at once, it would be perfect. Then with the support of the Mohist family, all of Indonesia would be ours."

Nadia clenched the porcelain bottle tightly, a determined light flashing in her eyes: "I want him to only have eyes for me..."

As the night deepened, dinner at the Sultan's Palace was coming to an end.

Nadia, wearing a bright red transparent sarong, held a cup of wine mixed with love and approached Savika: "Brother Savika..."

Her eyes were seductive, her body was faintly visible in the candlelight, and her fragrance was so sweet that it made one dizzy.

"This is Lombok's specialty coconut wine," she handed the glass to Savika's lips, "as an apology for you..."

Savika suddenly smiled, took the wine glass and shook it nonchalantly: "Do you know why the Mohist school can dominate Southeast Asia?"

Nadia was stunned: "Why?"

"Because the poison we've tasted..." He suddenly pinched her chin and poured the glass of wine into her mouth mercilessly, "It's more than the water you've ever drunk. We've long since given up on such despicable tactics."

Nadia coughed in panic, trying to spit out the liquid, but most of it had already been swallowed. The drug took effect quickly, her whole body became hot, and her mind began to blur.

Seeing his sister with red cheeks and a dazed look in her eyes, Alim flew into a rage: "Savika! How dare you!"

"It's not too late to find someone to 'serve' her now." Savika glanced coldly at the unconscious Nadia. "If it's any later... I'm afraid someone will die."

Alim's eyes were bloodshot, and he drew his gun and pointed it at Savika: "Believe it or not, I will kill you!"

"Kill me." Savika sneered, unmoved. "If I die, the entire Lombok Island will be buried with me."

Alim's face turned livid with rage, but he didn't dare to actually strike. He watched his sister writhing and moaning on the ground, tearing at her clothes. He gritted his teeth and ordered his men, "Send her back to her room... and get some male servants to 'serve' her."

Late at night, Savika listened to the ambiguous sounds coming from Nadia's room, looking out the window expressionlessly, as if she could see the face of that little crybaby through the thousands of miles of sea fog.

Moans and gasps echoed through the silent Sultan's palace, only gradually subsiding in the morning. Alim, who had barely slept all night, approached Savika with red eyes, "You've ruined my sister's innocence!"

"Your sister personally gave me the medicine, and you personally delivered the person to her room. Who are you trying to impeach with this accusatory look?" Savika lazily leaned against the window, playing with a fruit knife. "Even if I really slept with her last night, what do you think I would have gotten in return? The Mo family hates being threatened the most. I only take responsibility for those I am willing to acknowledge. As for your sister? She doesn't deserve it."

He approached step by step, and the tip of the knife suddenly pointed at Alim's heart: "Contact the Mo family. Mr. Mo will give you the due reward for your sister's kindness in saving me. But if you dare to play tricks again, or I die..." The fruit knife suddenly nailed the other person's crotch, "Let's see if Lombok can withstand Mr. Mo's wrath."

Alim slumped to the ground, cold sweat soaking through his fine clothes. The Mohist search team had already reached the vicinity of Lombok Island, and he didn't dare gamble at such a high price.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll contact the Mo family right away. But you have to promise that Mr. Mo won't pursue the matter."

Savika looked down at him, a sneer on her lips: "That depends on your performance."

The waves beat against the shore, as if foreshadowing the outcome of this game.

Far away in Bangkok, Su Lixia felt a long-lost sense of security well up in her heart, as if a vital bond were being reconnected. The morning breeze carried the rich fragrance of lily of the valley, like the quiet arrival of hope.