The cruise ship was sailing on the high seas, and Gan Tang didn't know where it was headed, just as she didn't know how much longer she had to live. But she couldn't just lie in bed and wait to die.
Mustering her courage, Gan Tang went to the door of Mo Huai's torture chamber again. The room was quiet; Fu Cheng should not be there. Gan Tang knocked on the door.
"who?"
"It's me, Gan Tang!"
Silence fell in the room once again.
Because Mo Huaixing was injured and unable to walk, Fu Cheng hadn't locked the door when he left. Gan Tang gently pushed the door open a crack, and Mo Huaixing stood in front of the wardrobe, struggling to put on his clothes. His white shirt, not yet buttoned, was already stained red with blood. He then reached for his black coat.
Gan Tang was inexplicably moved. Even with such severe injuries, standing up was difficult enough, yet he still had to put on his clothes and open the door for her.
"Don't wear it, it's bad for your wound!" Gan Tang, who was usually shy, reminded her.
Because she needed his help, she was exceptionally attentive and went inside to help the injured man.
Mo Huaixing leaned against the wardrobe, avoiding Gan Tang's touch, and asked aloofly, "Did Miss want to see me about something?"
Gan Tang held the man's empty coat in her hand, feeling inexplicably awkward.
"Sit down and talk?"
"Not suitable!"
"Whether you're suitable or not, I'm already here."
What does saving face matter when it comes to survival? Gan Tang put down her coat and once again went to help him up.
The wardrobe was right against the corner, with nowhere left to retreat. Mo Huaixing, like a puppet, let Gan Tang move him to the sofa.
Haven't you eaten yet?
The food on the coffee table was mostly cold, with no food in sight, except for the steaming beef noodles. Gan Tang picked up the bowl and fed it to him.
This level of intimacy is comparable to that between boyfriends and girlfriends.
Mo Huaixing quickly stopped the bowl, "Miss, please speak your mind!"
He simply couldn't handle such enthusiasm.
The enthusiasm in Gan Tang's eyes faded, replaced by worry and fear. She put down her bowl and looked directly at Mo Huaixing: "That woman on the operating table yesterday, Fu Shaojie wanted to kill her, can you save her?"
The only people whose hearts were a match for Mr. Fu were Gan Tang and that woman. If that woman died, only Gan Tang would be left.
Mo Huaixing instantly understood and asked in return, "Do you want me to save her, or to save you?"
Her gaze was intense, making him instinctively lower his head in shame. She wanted to save him, but was that wrong?
Gan Tang looked up, awkwardly threatening, "You're in charge of the cruise ship's safety; if anyone dies, you're also responsible!"
Mo Huaixing grunted in response, but showed no intention of saving anyone. He picked up his chopsticks and leisurely began to eat.
Gan Tang couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean by 'um'? To save or not to save?"
Mo Huaixing said, "That woman was brought by Fourth Master, she's not under my jurisdiction. I don't need to cause trouble for myself! What good would it do me to offend Young Master Fu?"
"Then why did you save me?"
Mo Huaixing corrected, "I was just following orders!"
In her haste, Gan Tang asked about the final genetic test results. Seeing that he had misunderstood, she didn't dare to ask again directly, and instead followed up by asking, "What about before? Why did you save me when Fatty was bullying me?"
The question of finding a replacement in a moment of crisis. But at that time, she truly saw him as her hope.
"He owes me money, so I want to beat him up, is that wrong?"
"OK!"
Gan Tang smiled bitterly. In this world, more brutal than the animal kingdom, how could there be any good people? She could only blame herself for seeing him as her hope.
Gan Tang steeled her heart and plopped down in Mo Huaixing's arms.
"What are you doing?" Mo Huaixing asked, startled, and pushed him away.
Gan Tang hooked two fingers around his collar and exhaled defiantly, "If you dare not save me, I'll tell Mr. Fu that you're bullying me!"
"Young Miss, isn't this inappropriate?"
Gan Tang ignored him and started unbuttoning her clothes.
"Okay, I'll save you, I'll save you..." Mo Huaixing tried to cover his collar, but his hand landed squarely on Gan Tang's delicate hand. He awkwardly withdrew his hand and pointed to the headboard: "Get me my phone!"
Gan Tang obediently went to get her phone.
Mo Huaixing rested his right elbow on the sofa armrest while making a phone call. Gan Tang, having nothing to do, noticed that the room was a bit dark, so she reached out and pulled back the curtains. The misty sea light shone directly on the man's face.
Mo Huaixing's fingers tapped on the black phone case. They were long and slender, white, but not in a delicate, girlish way; the knuckles were distinct and strong. His brow bones were deep and his features sharp. His face was very white, making his thin lips appear even redder, as if coated with glaze, captivating the eye. His entire face was like a piece of unpolished jade just beginning to shine, strong yet exuding a feminine softness that was mesmerizing.
So beautiful, no wonder she became Fu Cheng's male concubine!
So what if he's a male concubine? In this inhumane place, who can control their own destiny? He only agreed to sleep with someone to survive.
Looking at the man in front of her, Gan Tang suddenly felt a pang of sympathy and heartache for him.
Mo Huaixing hung up the phone and noticed Gan Tang's strange look. He asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing!" Gan Tang averted her gaze.
Mo Huaixing began to shoo her away: "Young Miss, you can leave now!"
"I'm not leaving. Who knows if you're just making excuses." The phone call wasn't about anything important. It was just instructing his underlings on where to eat and play cards—minor things. Would it even work?
Gan Tang sat down on the sofa again, one at the head of the sofa and the other at the foot of the sofa.
"Alright, then you just wait!" Mo Huaixing picked up the chopsticks that had fallen on the ground and continued eating.
A moment later, Gan Tang gradually moved closer to Mo Huaixing. She didn't mean to be so close to him, but having never gossiped before, she found it difficult to say: "I'll tell you a secret, Fu Shaojie and Lin Shuang are having an affair."
It's normal for Fu Shaojie to want to get rid of me for the sake of his family fortune, but the fact that he's in such a hurry must be because I know his secret and he's afraid I'll tell Lu Zhengqian.
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