The laid-off substitute, both charming and seductive - ◆A near miss

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The sun rises and sets, the moon rises and sets.
As day turns to night, the entire sea is bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, its golden waves shimmering like shattered amber.
A group of seven- or eight-year-old children were wading and collecting snails on the shore when the waves came in again, leaving a man on the beach this time.
He was covered in tattered strips of cloth, probably from being soaked in water for too long; some of his skin was cracked, and his face was sickly pale.
"Mia! Mia!—"
The children scattered in panic and ran toward the wooden house not far away.
...
cold.
I don't know why, but it's so cold.
It felt like being thrown into an ice cellar, even colder than when he was in Antarctica.
He Boqin subconsciously wrapped the blanket tighter around himself, trying to open his eyes, but the sunlight stung them shut. A few moments later, he saw a group of dark, short faces staring at him with wide, curious eyes.
The man fell from the cruise ship, expecting to die, but who would have thought he wouldn't be swept into the turbine and turned into mincemeat? Instead, he drifted with the current and survived.
—Even the heavens thought he was not destined to die.
The island is small and sparsely populated, with houses built only in flat, open areas, barely qualifying as a village. The people here make a living by fishing, and their native language is unintelligible. However, thanks to the profound influence of early colonialism in Southeast Asia, there are always a few who can communicate with him in broken English, and Mia is one of them.
Although I can't speak in long and complex sentences, fortunately I still have drawing skills. Despite not having touched this art form for many years, I haven't been too affected by the worldly affairs of the business world. Holding a tree branch, I sketch on the damp beach, adding carefully selected short words, and with a few strokes, a touching story is created.
A wealthy man is stranded on a deserted island. If he takes good care of her, he will take her away to a bustling city and marry her once his servant finds her.
The man was physically strong and handsome. After several attempts to persuade her, Mia was swayed and allowed him to stay at her home to recuperate.
Although Mia is a bit absent-minded, and the food she makes is not very tasty, and she feeds him bowls of dark green paste medicine every day, causing his colds and fevers to come back again and again, he is already very content as long as he has a roof over his head.
After nearly half a month of turmoil, his health finally improved considerably. Mia took him aboard a ship to a larger island. Facing the public telephone in front of him, weathered by wind and rain and almost worn smooth, He Boqin pondered for a long time before finally dialing a number.
The person answering was very wary and hung up three times before the call finally connected.
"Don't hang up! This is He Boqin, the Asia-Pacific key is Paul Gauguin..."
After several rounds of questioning and conversation, delving into the details of their conversation, the person on the other end of the phone finally confirmed that he was indeed He Boqin.
"Boss, I've had a feeling something was wrong for a while, but..."
International long-distance calls are expensive, and the villagers rely on the sea for their livelihood. The sense of insecurity brought about by past wars has left them with little habit of saving. He didn't have much time to spare, so He Boqin cut off the other party's rambling and said briefly, "As long as you can help me return to Hong Kong Island, you will be the new VP of the He family."
Upon hearing these words, the person on the other end became so excited that they were incoherent.
He promptly revealed the location of the island, instructing the other party to set off immediately and secretly come to pick him up.
The man readily agreed, saying that it would only take three days to bring him back to Hong Kong.
He Boqin walked briskly, feeling that everything was going incredibly smoothly.
However, day after day, he would sit on the shore and wait until dusk before returning to his house, but he never saw anyone to greet him.
Will anyone actually come?
Sometimes at night, he was tormented by the pain and could only relieve it by chewing hemp leaves. He knew it was like drinking poison to quench his thirst, but he had no other choice.
The waiting became agonizing day after day, almost exhausting all patience.
Finally, a ship arrived.
Mike stepped off the boat and excitedly shook He Boqin's hand. "Boss, you've suffered these days."
He stared at Mike, his gaze deep and unfathomable, his heart colder than his hands.
He had never mentioned his plastic surgery to Mike, yet Mike recognized him with ease.
He Boqin tried to subtly pull his hand away, but Mike held it firmly, preventing him from moving.
Mia then came out of the house and helped Mike tie himself up tightly.
As expected, he saw Youjia again.
If there was a "before" before, now it's just madness.
"Brother, what great acting skills! You even played the role of a wealthy man who fell on hard times and cleverly won over a woman's heart. You must have watched a lot of dramas. Tsk tsk, I wonder how it's been for you to be a human massage stick these days?" The woman giggled, as if she had walked out of hell.
His head was lifted and submerged in the seawater. Just as he was about to suffocate, he was pulled out again. She gently beckoned him with her finger, and the pain of suffocation and lack of oxygen tormented him to the point of losing all reason.
Accompanying You Jia was Dr. Zhou, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.
"Does it really work? Dr. Zhou isn't lying to me, is he?"
"This technology is still in the experimental stage, and I can only do my best." Dr. Zhou sighed. "Please, miss, have mercy on my brother."
Ah-Joe's merits and demerits, her sins and punishments, all depend on her single thought.
Yu Jia smiled and said, "As long as you cooperate, I will naturally not hurt him."
Actually, if things work out, great; if not, it's not a big deal to get rid of the person without anyone noticing.
She also wanted to see if, when a person suffers a major blow, repeated electrical stimulation and psychological induction can truly erase past memories and fill them with what they want.
If she hadn't seen that paper on Bai Simiao's desk, she would never have imagined that such a brilliant method existed. It turned out that technology had already developed to a level she could hardly comprehend.
Three months later, the man prostrated himself before Youjia, looking at her with almost pious devotion, "I am... Leo, and you are... my master."
She stroked the dog's head but smiled without saying a word. After a while, she said, "Master has a new task."
The man looked up, puzzled.
"Impersonating He, Bo, and Qin."

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