The huge nautical chart occupied almost the entire wall of the compartment, with colorful thumbtacks and marking lines indicating the search and rescue area, ship positions, ocean current directions, and so on.
Ning Yuan was pale, her eyes were bloodshot, her lips were chapped, and she had lost a lot of weight.
But she still managed to stay calm and communicate with search and rescue personnel from different units, analyzing every possible clue.
"What are you doing!" Chu Hongyu put down her luggage, entered the private room, and grabbed Ning Yuan.
They forcibly pulled her out from a group of search and rescue personnel from different units who were surrounding the area where the sea map was being drawn.
Ning Yuan was calmly analyzing the search and rescue situation with other people when she was suddenly interrupted.
She looked up, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes, before recognizing Chu Hongyu: "Hongyu? What brings you here? I'm busy here, let me talk to my brother first..."
Looking at her haggard face and the dark circles under her eyes, Chu Hongyu felt a pang of heartache and her tone hardened: "Why am I here? I was just about to ask you how you ended up looking like this!"
Ning Yuan shook her head, then withdrew her hand, intending to return to the wall: "I'm fine."
As she spoke, she winked at Tony.
Tony understood immediately and stepped forward, saying to the other search and rescue personnel, "Everyone, please go to the next private room to rest for a while. Miss Ning needs some private space."
The search and rescue leaders looked at each other, somewhat reluctant to have their work interrupted, but they still obediently left the private room.
Ning Yuan said impatiently, "Hongyu, I'm really busy. Can't we talk about it later?"
Looking at her haggard face and the dark circles under her eyes, Chu Hongyu angrily poked her forehead: "You've done this to yourself. There's still no word on whether Rong Zhaonan is dead or alive, and you've already made yourself like this. Are you trying to commit suicide with him?"
Ning Yuan's eyes dimmed, and her voice became hoarse: "I'm fine... I just... want to find him as soon as possible..."
"You call this nothing? Look at yourself now, you're no different from a living dead!" Chu Hongyu forcefully pushed her onto the sofa.
Ning Yuan's eyes reddened, and she forced back her tears: "..."
Chu Hongyu tapped her forehead impatiently: "Stubborn mule! Fool! Do you think Rong Zhaonan will come back looking like this? You're pregnant, are you planning to lose him and even abandon the baby? Do you want the child to suffer with you?"
Ning Yuan lowered her head and stroked her still flat stomach, murmuring, "The baby... I almost forgot..."
Chu Hongyu's tone softened, and she gently hugged her: "Xiao Ning, I know you're upset, but you can't torture yourself like this. Who is Instructor Rong? He's a force to be reckoned with! Even the King of Hell wouldn't dare take him! He will definitely come back!"
Ning Yuan leaned against Chu Hongyu's chest, tears streaming silently down her face: "Hongyu..."
Chu Hongyu grabbed her hand, her tone firm: "Listen to me, eat well and sleep well! Instructor Rong is so capable, good people are always protected by heaven, he'll definitely be alright. The most important thing for you right now is to take care of yourself, what's the use of just saying you're strong!"
Ning Yuan tried her best to control her emotions, but in the end… she couldn’t help but break down, lowering her head and covering her face as she whispered, “Yes! I can’t fall down… but my heart is aching… Sister Hongyu, I’m aching!!”
She didn't dare close her eyes, because if she did, she would remember all the little things she had done with him, the happy ones, the unhappy ones... and she would see him soaking in a sea of blood, with cannonballs exploding and tearing him to pieces!
Chu Hongyu couldn't help but tear up as well, hugging Ning Yuan tightly and patting her back like she was comforting a child: "Okay, okay, cry, cry, Ning, it'll be better if you cry it out... It's so hard to hold it in..."
Ning Yuan buried her face in her shoulder, crying and trembling all over.
She has to be strong, she must be strong, but for this moment, let her be vulnerable.
The pent-up fear, anxiety, and worry poured out like a flood breaking through a dam; she cried uncontrollably, her heart breaking.
Chu Hongyu also shed tears. That bastard Rong Zhaonan, if he really wanted to be a martyr, he really would just abandon his wife and children like that!
After crying for an unknown amount of time, Ning Yuan finally cried herself to sleep in Chu Hongyu's arms.
She slept restlessly, her brow furrowed, muttering the key points of the search and rescue operation.
Chu Hongyu gently placed her on the sofa and covered her with a blanket.
Looking at Ning Yuan's haggard sleeping face, she sighed deeply. This girl, despite her delicate and soft baby face, was actually more stubborn and strong-willed than anyone else. She had never seen her lose control like this before.
Chu Hongyu emerged from the private room somewhat wearily and immediately saw Tony standing straight at the door, like a guardian deity.
Upon seeing Chu Hongyu emerge, he immediately went to greet her and asked in a low voice, "How is Seventh Miss?"
Chu Hongyu rubbed her sore eyes and sighed, "She cried herself to sleep. She probably hasn't slept much these past few days, probably just been directing the search and rescue command here. She's exhausted."
Tony nodded, a hint of worry on his face, and said something he himself didn't believe: "Mr. Rong is a lucky man, he will be safe and sound."
"I hope so," Chu Hongyu sighed. "Let's go see Young Master Ning."
Ning Bingyu's office was filled with smoke.
He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a cigarette between his fingers, his brows furrowed, gazing at the vast, turbulent sea outside, lost in thought.
Hearing the door open, he looked up and saw Chu Hongyu. A strange look flashed in his eyes.
"Is Ning Yuan asleep?"
Chu Hongyu coughed a few times from the smoke in the room, then nodded: "Cough cough cough... I cried myself to sleep."
Ning Bingyu put down his cigarette, walked straight to the window, and pushed open both windows.
The biting winter wind, carrying the salty smell of the sea, rushed in, dispersing the pervasive mist and causing Chu Hongyu to shiver involuntarily.
"Wear more clothes, don't catch a cold." Ning Bingyu tossed her a Burberry cashmere scarf.
As he spoke, he walked over to the coffee machine and skillfully began operating it. "Latte, no sugar, but you like vanilla extract, right?"
The aroma of coffee filled the air as Ning Bingyu handed her a steaming latte.
Chu Hongyu didn't use her boss's scarf; she simply took the coffee, the warm cup soothing her palms, and thought to herself, "What a man..."
When he's not being sarcastic or scheming, he actually seems quite convincing.
He even remembers his assistant's preferences clearly, no wonder that woman Cha Meiling is so reluctant to part with him.
Ning Bingyu said, "You should stay with Ning Yuan for now. The admission letter from HKU has arrived, but I think it would be best if you enrolled next year."
As he spoke, he took a brown paper envelope from the drawer and handed it over.
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