Chapter 25 Peril at Sea, Life in Danger
Zhou Shuyao was completely bewildered, his mood inexplicably interrupted, and then he was brutally beaten by a stranger who suddenly barged in. He was so angry that he felt like he was going to vomit blood.
He was about to retaliate with his fist raised when he heard the androgynous man in front of him, whose expression was cold and vicious, utter those words.
Betrayal? Triplets?
A look of confusion flashed across Zhou Shuyao's face as he faced the descending fist, asking in bewilderment, "How can you call it betrayal if I sleep with my own wife? Besides, where did I get triplets from?"
Qin Jinshen's fist stopped, and he looked at Ling's parents, who were looking at him in fear at the door. He felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
In this life, Ling Huanwu didn't marry Zhou Shuyao!
He suddenly remembered the tall, powerful man who had protected the petite woman behind him at the Ling family home, the man with the strength of an ox who could plant a tree into a wall. In a panic, he loosened his grip on Zhou Shuyao's collar and staggered back several steps before regaining his balance.
Then, standing in the low mud-brick house, he pointed at Zhou Shuyao and burst into laughter, "Zhou Shuyao, so in her eyes you're just someone she can discard at any time. So you're no better than me, hahaha..."
Everyone in the room was stunned. Even Song Yaoyao couldn't understand why this fearsome bigwig from Hong Kong had gone crazy.
Amidst the bewildered and terrified gazes of the crowd, Qin Jinshen turned his cold gaze to Song Yaoyao, who was cowering in the corner of the bed. A murderous intent flashed in his sinister eyes as he gritted his teeth and said each word with clenched teeth, "Where is Ling Huanwu? Where is she? Tell me now!"
A slap landed on her face, and then Song Yaoyao was dragged off the bed and pinned to the ground by several guards. Only then did she realize with horror that things had already deviated from the course of her previous life, and she was so frightened that her teeth chattered uncontrollably...
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Wantan Island ferry terminal.
Zhou Jiuzhen, carrying his luggage, stood side by side with Ling Huanwu.
The two looked up at the shimmering sea, stunned by the breathtaking beauty of the azure sky and sea before them.
"Are you really willing to go to the island with me? Once you go in, you might not be able to come out for a month, and the living conditions on the island are very harsh. You're used to a good life..."
As the ship at the dock drew closer, Zhou Jiuzhen asked her again.
After all, many family members are unwilling to accompany the military, preferring to stay in the family compound on the mainland rather than have their husbands go to the island to participate in the construction.
Ling Huanwu didn't immediately grasp Zhou Jiuzhen's concept of harsh conditions.
Confident that she had endured hardship in the countryside for several years in her previous life, she considered herself very capable of enduring hardship. Without hesitation, she patted her bulging chest and answered him, "Don't underestimate me just because I was pampered as a child. I'm very good at enduring hardship!"
Zhou Jiuzhen awkwardly looked away from the spot where she was patting her chest, took a deep breath, and then strode onto the ship with his stiff and tense body.
The ship rocked and swayed all the way without stopping.
Ling Huanwu's mouth kept chattering non-stop.
A moment later, he pointed to the seagulls in the sky and happily greeted them.
One moment I'd be leaning on the railing, watching the fish swimming in the sea, and asking them where their homes were.
A little while later, he pulled aside the younger soldiers on the same ship and asked them if their families had arranged marriages for them.
With each additional word she spoke, Zhou Jiuzhen's face grew darker.
Ling Huanwu stopped talking, her lips pale, as the ship sailed into the deep sea, where it continued to rock violently even in calm weather.
Along the way, she vomited uncontrollably while holding the enamel chamber pot she had just bought before boarding the ship, and coughed repeatedly.
Despite the swaying of the ship, Zhou Jiuzhen went to the captain's cabin, fetched a cup of hot water, and handed it to Ling Huanwu. "Drink some quickly, we won't arrive until dark, don't get dehydrated."
When Ling Huanwu heard that they wouldn't arrive until evening, she almost cried, holding the hot water in her hands and shaking it back and forth.
After a three-day train journey to this small southern town, she didn't feel tired, but she never knew that traveling by boat would be so arduous and unbearable.
After finally getting to the ship, it suddenly slowed down.
As soon as the ship rounded the island chain, Ling Huanwu sensed something was wrong.
The sky was clear when they set off, but now the sea looked as if it had been dyed with ink. The wind, carrying a salty smell, blew into the cabin, making her new polyester shirt stick to her body.
"Don't worry, it's just a common gust of wind."
Zhou Jiuzhen supported her shoulders from behind, his palms warm and carrying his usual composure.
He had just secured her suitcase when he paused, his fingertips brushing against the ends of her hair. "Why are you trembling?"
Ling Huanwu didn't dare to turn around.
She was afraid that if she turned around, the panic in her eyes would be impossible to hide.
In my previous life, I heard that Zhou Jiuzhen died in a storm surge.
If gusts of wind are this terrifying, how horrifying must storm surges be?
"I...I get seasick."
Ling Huanwu gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her fingertips digging into her flesh.
In this life, she emptied her family's savings to follow him to the island, just to escape the storm of criticism and persecution.
However, they overlooked the numerous difficulties of island life. Faced with natural storms and towering waves, she would probably be in grave danger right now.
I don't know if going to the island with him this time was the right or wrong decision.
Suddenly, the wind on the sea changed its tone, sounding like the roar of a wild beast.
The captain's face turned ashen, and he nearly lost control of the oar: "It's the 'Returning Soul Wave'! Head to the harbor immediately!"
The passengers on the ship fled into the cabins.
Ling Huanwu also ran towards the cabin with the crowd.
The ship tilted suddenly.
She was thrown against the side of the ship, her forehead hitting the wooden plank, and she saw stars from the pain.
In a daze, she saw Zhou Jiuzhen rushing towards her anxiously.
It was as if I saw the scene from my previous life again: Zhou Jiuzhen, dressed in a crisp military uniform, lay in an ice coffin and was carried back to Stone Village.
He was still so young, but his face was completely bloodless.
"Comrade Ling! Hold on tight!" Zhou Jiuzhen's voice pulled her back to reality.
He had taken off his coat at some point and was tying her to the mast with a rope. The knot wasn't very tight, but it carried an undeniable force.
"I'll go help the captain take the helm, you mustn't let go."
Ling Huanwu bit her lip hard to keep from crying out.
She watched Zhou Jiuzhen's back as he rushed towards the bow of the ship, his broad shoulders swaying slightly in the gale, slowly overlapping with the lifeless figure in the ice coffin, and her vision blurred instantly.
I think of that space that hasn't been expanded yet.
Ling Huanwu's resolve grew stronger.
In this life, she must use it to escape that storm.
Fortunately, the ship soon sailed out of the eye of the storm and stopped in a safe harbor.
The passengers huddled together, encouraging each other, which eased the tense atmosphere slightly.
As evening approached, the wind on the sea gradually subsided, and the passengers on the ship breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had been given a second chance at life.
Until evening.
Finally, a vast, dark coastline slowly appeared before everyone's eyes.
The tall lighthouse on the island blinked a faint light, indicating that there were still people on the island.
We've finally arrived at Wantan Island, the legendary end of the world!
Zhou Jiuzhen held Ling Huanwu's hand tightly, turned his head and hesitated, "Can you walk? Do you need me to carry you down?"
Ling Huanwu glanced around at the passengers crowding the deck, and her face suddenly turned red.
She nodded, of course she wouldn't miss this opportunity to accelerate their intimacy.
No sooner had Zhou Jiuzhen picked up Ling Huanwu in his arms than all the surrounding passengers turned to look, bursting into laughter. Ling Huanwu was so embarrassed that she immediately jumped off him.
With a "bang," the anchor dropped, and the ship lurched violently.
Ling Huanwu felt as if she were walking on cotton; before she could even utter a cry of surprise, she fell backward.
Zhou Jiuzhen reacted quickly, grabbing her arm and using the momentum to pull the two of them towards the deck.
He instinctively braced himself with half his body, but he couldn't prevent her from pouncing too quickly.
The moment our lips collided, it felt like touching a freshly peeled lychee, so soft it trembled.
The surrounding noise suddenly faded away, leaving only the waves lapping against the side of the boat.
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