Stealing Your Love [Complete] - 8

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Disaster.

The wardrobe collapsed with a thud, and You Yang shielded her, pulling her into the corner of the toppled wardrobe. The storm and shaking continued, as if the whole world was collapsing:

"Don't move! If you move now, you won't save the child, and you'll lose your own life!"

Jingzhi struggled desperately: "But, the child, my child???????"

"Mommy???????" As if in response to Jingzhi's cries, faint childish cries tugged at their hearts amidst the swirling storm.

The room continued to shake violently. Jingzhi couldn't break free from You Yang. She lowered her head and bit down hard on the arm that held her. In the instant he cried out in pain, she broke free and stumbled forward, trying to crawl out through the door.

“You’re crazy,” You Yang grabbed her from behind, a toppled door panel nearly hitting her. “Don’t run around! This is a sudden tropical storm, actually a tsunami??????”

“Tsunami?” Jingzhi repeated blankly, her mind filled with the devastation after the Indonesian tsunami, the holiday paradise ravaged by the sea, transformed overnight into a living hell, with people lying dead everywhere…??? And even worse, not even a single body remained…??? The scene

almost perfectly illustrated You Yang’s explanation. The rain, whipped into the room by the gale, instantly flooded the floor—good heavens, this was the second floor!

Squid, her child, alone in the room at the end of the corridor…???

Jingzhi tried to break free from You Yang’s embrace, her voice hoarse, but he wouldn’t let go. He held her tightly, shielding her head as they lay on the floor until, after several minutes, the violent shaking of the room seemed to subside.

He finally released her: "Stay here and don't move. I'm going to find the squid."

"No, I want to go too!" Jingzhi only managed to say one sentence before You Yang stopped her: "I'm going! This is a sudden tropical storm, the wind is terrifying. One moment it's clear skies, the next the earth is shaking."

Jingzhi couldn't argue with him. She watched as he somehow found a towel and wrapped it around his waist, almost like an indigenous person, and crawled on all fours to the collapsed and deformed doorway.

Jingzhi imitated him, lowering her center of gravity and half-lying on the floor to follow him...

The floor-to-ceiling windows were completely shattered, and the violent hurricane swept unimpeded through the entire building. Jingzhi couldn't tell if the water entering the room was rain or seawater; the water hitting her face was salty and bitter.

She was still some distance from the floor-to-ceiling window, but now, a tidal wave of seawater was rushing into the window, even obscuring the floor.

This villa was quite a distance from the beach, and they were staying on the second floor—had the island been flooded?!

"Jingzhi, hold on, I'm going to save Squid!" You Yang's voice, torn by the wind, sounded so unfamiliar: "It's too late, you have to be okay???"

Jingzhi protested loudly: "No, I want to go with you!"

You Yang couldn't stop her. He turned around and saw the rapidly surging seawater swirling beneath their feet, the raging hurricane tearing at the house.

Even if he forced Jingzhi to stay, the house wouldn't be much safer.

The sound of shattering glass mixed with the torrential rain and wind made You Yang shout louder in her ear: "Fine! Then stick close to me!"

He used all his strength to open the twisted door and went out. Jingzhi also gripped the edge of the door frame, struggling to stand firm. They reached the corridor, and the scene there shocked Jingzhi.

The wind had ripped most of the villa's roof off, especially the room at the end of the corridor where Squid lived—it was completely exposed!

Jingzhi and Youyang couldn't care less about what they were seeing. Supporting each other, they ran towards the room where Squid lived.

A strong gust of wind blew in, the gale-force winds and rain engulfing them. Jingzhi felt the walls of the corridor tremble, and the decorative paintings, broken doors and windows, and other debris seemed to sprout wings and fly around, accompanied by faint shouts in the wind.

Youyang pulled Jingzhi to the door of Squid's room and kicked it open. The room, with its roof ripped off, was filled with rainwater and seawater that had rushed in.

Amidst the raging thunder and lightning, they could vaguely see that the large bed in the center of the room was empty!

"Squid!" Youyang and Jingzhi ran into the room. The room had almost been blown down by the hurricane; the roof and half of the wall were gone—no wonder, since the villa was built with a light steel structure.

The biggest advantage of building a light steel structure house on an island is its ability to withstand frequent earthquakes. However, the disadvantage of this material is that it cannot withstand the impact of a large hurricane!

Although this villa was reinforced to withstand tropical storms during construction, this sudden storm was a once-in-a-century hurricane.

Ignoring the raging wind and rain, Jingzhi frantically searched the room, lying on the floor, under the table, and under the bed, but everywhere was empty.

Youyang rushed to the wall that had been half-collapsed by the wind. He could see that the area around the house was now a vast expanse of water; to be precise, the house had become an isolated island, surrounded by an endless white ocean.

"My God!" Youyang closed his eyes, but he could still see, in the darkness, floating in the tide with door panels, several lifeless corpses faintly visible.

"Squid!" Jingzhi screamed hoarsely, "Good child, come out, don't play hide-and-seek with your mother!"

You Yang clenched his fists and grabbed Jingzhi, who was lying on the ground, in three quick steps: "Get out of here!"

"No!" Jingzhi's eyes were filled with almost frantic panic: "My child???"

"I said, get out of here!" You Yang gritted his teeth, picked up her frail body, ignored her struggles, and strode back to their room—the only room on the second floor whose roof hadn't been blown down by the strong wind, and then slammed the door shut with his shoulder.

"Listen to me, Jingzhi??????" You Yang knelt down and held her shoulders: "Be a good girl and stay here. I'm going to find Squid again."

"Squid???????" Jingzhi repeated blankly, staring at You Yang almost in a daze: "Squid is alright?????? He was just playing hide-and-seek with us, right?"

You Yang stared blankly at her, gently supporting her chin with his right hand: "Listen, Jingzhi, be a good girl and don't move. Wait for me to come back." Jingzhi

grabbed his arm in a panic: "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find Squid???????"

But before he could finish speaking, there was a loud bang, and the window and door frames of the room were blown away by the strong wind. You Yang didn't have time to say anything more, and pulled Jingzhi to a corner of the room, settling her there.

Then he returned to Squid's room once more. Looking out the collapsed window, he could see a vast expanse of water in the courtyard, the floodwaters having submerged several small wooden houses—only the rooftops above the water remained.

"Squid!" You Yang cried out, his gaze unable to see any further. With the winds so strong they were tearing the roofs off, even a grown man like him would have difficulty standing, let alone a five-year-old child.

Where was Squid? He dared not think of it; now he could only hope for a miracle.

But the night sky was deathly silent. The faint cries for help that he had just heard from the driftwood on the water were now gone.

It was a terrifying, deafening silence. The thunderous roar of the storm mingled with the sounds of collapsing and crumbling buildings, yet not a single scream or cry for help could be heard.

Where were the servants, Aunt Wu, and Squid?

You Yang's heart clenched with pain; he vaguely forgot why he was standing there.

Meanwhile, half the roof of the room where Jingzhi was sitting had been blown off by the wind, and the four walls trembled like collapsing blocks.

Jingzhi lay blankly on the floor, her heart empty. She had lost the pillars that supported her spirit and her courage. Her whole world had collapsed in an instant—the room, the floor, the walls…

All the furniture seemed to be sucked up by the gale and carried away from the ground. In the distance, the sound of shattering glass could be heard, as if a French window had been blown out by the wind.

"Mommy," the squid's big, blinking face appeared before her eyes: "Squid wants both Mommy and Daddy???"

Jingzhi slowly closed her eyes, her face wet, indistinguishable between tears and rain. She bit her lip tightly until she tasted blood...

Years ago, when she resolutely abandoned the child she had risked her life to give birth to, she told herself—keeping the child was the right thing to do, she still had a chance, she would come back to find this child.

But... now?

Her precious baby, the little baby who had just been nestled in her arms, was gone just like that...

This pain, this pain that tore at her blood and soul, emptied her completely.

Chapter Seventy: Hope.

A howling wind brought seawater into the room.

The water on the floor began to rise again. Jingzhi lay quietly on the floor, the rapidly surging seawater almost drowning her...

Salty seawater rushed into her mouth, choking her and causing her to cough involuntarily.

"Jingzhi???????" You Yang practically waded through the water, lifting Jingzhi from the ankle-deep water. Jingzhi didn't struggle, but she didn't cooperate either; her body was limp, like a lifeless doll.

Just as You Yang picked her up, he heard a deafening roar.

He looked up and saw the ceiling of the entire house collapse, debris scattering everywhere.

Then, after a violent shaking, the roof was finally swept away by the wind with a bang, and the heavy rain lashed down on them.

Yu Yang carried her and ran towards the outside of the room. "We have to get out of here quickly," he almost shouted. "This house will collapse soon."

Jingzhi had been numbly being held by him, but when Yu Yang shouted that the house would collapse, she suddenly moved. She struggled to break free from Yu Yang's embrace. "Don't go!"

she cried, her eyes glazed over. "Where's Squid? He's still asleep in his bed. With Squid...?"

"Jingzhi," Yu Yang said weakly, leaning against the crumbling wall, "Yu Yang isn't there. Let's go first, and talk after the storm stops..."

Jingzhi remained silent, only her lips moved slightly.

Yu Yang thought she would struggle and argue again, but she didn't say anything more, just quietly hugged his neck.

Yu Yang carried her and struggled through the water to get out of the room. The hurricane and the icy waves crashed against them, making it almost impossible to stand.

A vertical beam ran through the house in the corridor; it was the main beam supporting this light steel villa, a very sturdy solid steel frame.

You Yang carried her through the water to reach the beam, the only sturdy beam in the entire house.

Jingzhi could feel the water getting deeper, slowly reaching You Yang's chest. He had just been carrying her, but now he was almost half-lifting her, carrying her on his back.

"Can I stand by myself????" Jingzhi struggled out of his arms, regaining her balance. The wind whipped her hair, obscuring her vision; to be precise, she could barely see anything in the darkness.

She could only instinctively hold onto You Yang's waist… Broken building materials and shattered furniture flew through the air…

You Yang shouted, "Hold on tight! The flood seems to have receded a bit!"

Yes, the floodwaters, which had just been almost chest-deep, seemed to have lessened in height and were slowly receding.

To be precise, the storm also seemed to be gradually weakening…

How long had passed ? It felt like an eternity. Then, the sky began to lighten. The floodwaters slowly receded, little by little.

Jingzhi and Youyang, embracing each other, their bodies numb from the icy seawater, watched as the sky gradually cleared and brightened. The sun rose in the far east.

Jingzhi looked up, as if seeing the rising sun for the first time. She and Youyang were bathed in its blood-red sunlight. She stared blankly at Youyang.

Under the blood-red sunlight, You Yang's face, sharp and resolute yet weary, seemed to cut through her gaze. He lowered his eyes to look at her, his voice hoarse: "Are you alright?"

Jingzhi didn't answer. She simply reached out, her fingers brushing across You Yang's forehead, parting his damp hair. On his hairline, there was a white scar hidden in the hair...

"How did this happen?" Jingzhi murmured. The scar seemed very deep, very deep.

"Car accident," You Yang's voice slowly faded, his gaze becoming unreadable: "Five years ago, I was rushing back from America. You were in the hospital, and I was on my way there..."

"I remember that car accident..." Jingzhi closed her eyes: "When you were in the hospital, I stayed by your side the whole time. Later, the doctor said you needed brain surgery..."

"Yes," You Yang raised his hand to touch the scar: "This is what I got from the brain surgery."

The first topic they discussed after surviving the ordeal was this old scar. Standing in ankle-deep water, they looked at each other as if meeting for the first time, deliberately avoiding any mention of the missing squid.

To be precise, at that moment, it was as if they had sealed away the softest part of their hearts, focusing only on this old scar.

You Yang grasped her hand as she touched her scar, sighing softly, "Let's go, let's see outside."

To be precise, the outside was a vast expanse of water. The entire roof of the villa's second floor had been ripped off, leaving it semi-open. Hand in hand, they crossed the ruins, their eyes met only by a scene of utter devastation—a

vast, swirling expanse of water and driftwood. To be precise, the villa and its attached courtyard had been reduced to rubble by the storm. The floodwaters stubbornly clung to the rooms below the second floor, refusing to recede.

Worse still, the small island they were on was almost entirely submerged by the rising tide. Although the tide was gradually receding, not a single living person could be seen in sight.

In the distance, amidst the undulating waves, vaguely visible, corpse-like objects bobbed among planks, barrels, and furniture.

It was like hell on earth!

Where was even a squid?

Jingzhi stared blankly at the vast ocean, a lump forming in her throat, and tears welled up, stinging her dry eyes. She slowly moved closer to Youyang's embrace, hugging his waist, and choked out, "Is there still any hope of finding him?"

You Yang's body stiffened. He looked down at Jingzhi, his facial muscles twitching. He hugged her tighter: "Maybe a miracle will happen???"

"I can't feel him???" Jingzhi whispered, her heart already cold and desolate: "I can't feel him, will he...???"

You Yang froze, then he let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, and opened them again.

"Jingzhi???" He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead. Jingzhi pressed her tear-stained cheek against his neck and burst into tears.

You Yang hugged her tighter, as tight as he could: "Cry, crying will make you feel better???"

Yes, was this a reenactment of the apocalypse?

The two survivors, ragged and huddled together, surrounded by a scene of utter devastation, like a living hell.

There were no houses, no trees, no white sand beaches, only a vast expanse of ocean as far as the eye could see.

You Yang strained his eyes, hoping to spot the small speedboat moored on the distant dock, but the bay where the dock was located was no longer visible.

"Alright, we need to conserve our energy," You Yang advised pragmatically. "I'll go see if there's anything left."

You Yang found a chair somewhere, and he arranged for Jingzhi to sit under the sturdiest steel frame of the house. The wind started blowing again, but there was no longer any shelter from the wind and rain.

Jingzhi leaned against the steel frame, half-exhausted. Her clothes were soaked through, while You Yang was in even worse shape, only wearing a towel around his waist. She half-closed her eyes, thinking of the missing child, wanting to cry, but her tears had already dried up.

When she first realized that Squid might not be there, she almost gave up and thought about drowning, but deep in her heart, a sliver of hope remained—the hope that Squid might be alright. It was this hope that made her determined to persevere.

Finally, the sky brightened, and Jingzhi watched You Yang busily moving the remaining furniture. The floodwaters had receded a little.

Gradually, the swimming pool and artificial hill in the yard became visible. The floodwaters receded little by little, but the yard around the villa was a scene of devastation. Furniture half-buried in the sand, overturned electric scooters that couldn't be driven, and corpses—the corpses of Burmese children—were everywhere.

You Yang and Jingzhi went down the stairs to the receding floodwaters, trying to ignore the corpses of those who had been alive the night before. They searched nervously and fearfully among the bodies.

They hoped, yet feared, that they would see Wu Ma or Youyu.

But nothing.

They exchanged a look filled with both fear and hope. If they couldn't see the children's bodies, there was still hope. But where could the children be?

This small island now seemed like a silent hell, as if there were no living people left except for You Yang and Jingzhi.

"There must be survivors," You Yang comforted Jingzhi, "There must be."

But the search continued with disappointment.

Besides corpses, there were only corpses. Jingzhi followed Youyang in despair, their gazes fixed on the mountaintop higher on the island. The villa was built halfway up the mountain, where the floodwaters hadn't reached. Could there be survivors there?

Chapter 71 Fever

Youyang searched the surviving house. Power lines and fiber optic cables were gone, but the first-floor rooms still offered some shelter from the wind and rain. They temporarily moved the clothes and food they had collected downstairs.

They finally found a small transistor radio in the ruins and tuned to several local shortwave stations, all in Burmese, which they couldn't understand.

Finally, they tuned to an English channel. Listening to the news reports, Youyang and Jingzhi grew increasingly terrified, their eyes widening in astonishment!

It was a powerful tropical storm accompanied by a tsunami. The storm's path had been predicted, but it hadn't passed over Shrimp Island. Yet, the storm had veered off course!

Reports indicate the storm suddenly changed course…

The more I listened to the news, the more terrifying the situation seemed. This tropical storm, which abruptly changed its course, caused widespread damage across almost the entire country of Myanmar, with the death toll incalculable.

Most alarmingly, the Myanmar government refused international aid and refused entry to international rescue teams, declaring a nationwide state of emergency.

I also dialed Voice of America's English channel, which reported that the death toll from the storm was steadily rising, and the devastation was comparable to the Indonesian tsunami.

You Yang frowned and pondered for a long time before turning to Jingzhi and saying, "We're trapped here now, cut off from the outside world. We have no electricity, no communication, no speedboat, no supplies. The only thing we can do now is try to save ourselves."

"Save ourselves?" Jingzhi repeated in confusion, leaning against the dilapidated first-floor terrace of the villa, her gaze becoming somewhat vacant. "How? How do we save ourselves?"

You Yang shook his head, panting. He had just dragged the bodies of several Burmese servants who had died in the yard to the back hillside and buried them in a deep pit. Otherwise, in this sweltering weather, the dead would quickly emit a foul odor.

“Our first priority now is to see if we can make contact with the outside world.” You Yang pointed to a pile of equipment on the ground. “We need to go to the mountaintop. There’s a lookout tower there where we can light a distress signal, like a beacon.”

Jingzhi turned her head, gazing at the faintly visible lookout tower on the mountaintop. “I was wondering, if your father knew about this storm, would he send someone to rescue us?”

You Yang hesitated for a moment. “He might, but we can’t just wait here. First, I’ll search the entire island to see if there are any survivors.”

“Wait,” Jingzhi suddenly called out to him, “You said he might? What do you mean?”

“He originally planned to stay in Myanmar for a few days, but after he brought you and Squid here that day, he went straight back home. Even if he knows about the situation here, it will take some time before he can send a rescue team.”

You Yang squatted on the ground, examining the few piles of food available. “Right now, the biggest shortage is water. We don’t know if the spring water on the island is contaminated, so it’s not drinkable for the time being. We didn’t have much bottled water, and a lot of it was washed away by the tide. Food is also scarce. Maybe the banana trees on the mountain will still have some fruit?”

The two sighed, looking at each other with worried expressions.

Jingzhi was wearing You Yang’s oversized shirt—the shirt had just dried in the sun, and it hung down to her knees like an oversized skirt.

She looked as fragile and helpless as a young girl. You Yang stared at her blankly for a long time, then forced himself to turn his head away.

Jingzhi sighed softly. She knew that You Yang was also worried about Squid. He had just buried the dead Burmese people and was already drenched in sweat and exhausted.

“I’ll go with you,” she said softly. “Maybe I can help you a little.”

“Hmm, maybe,” he smiled for the first time. “With you by my side, I’ll recover my strength more easily…” he joked.

Jingzhi wanted to laugh, but didn’t. They gazed into each other’s eyes, and for the first time, she suddenly felt love and trust slowly growing between them, as if it were within reach.

“Maybe all communication has been cut off, and everyone is busy with disaster relief and has forgotten about us. We might have to live like savages on this deserted island for a while,” You Yang sighed.

"The life of savages?" Jingzhi murmured. "If you mean we can build another house on these ruins, and you go hunting every day while I use limited resources like plant fibers to weave cloth?"

"Yes, actually, on this tropical island, you won't get cold even without clothes..." Youyang tried his best to lighten the mood: "Think about it, five years, ten years, when people finally remember us and come to the island, haha, we two will have long since become savages, and there will be several more..."

He suddenly stopped, pursing his lips... the child, he had just meant to say the child.

The two of them tried their best not to mention the squid. Jingzhi didn't dare to look him in the eye: "I believe you still have a long way to go to become a hunter. To be honest, have you ever hunted?" She deliberately looked up at him, making an indifferent expression.

Youyang frowned, a sudden headache bothering him. Jingzhi's strength made him slightly uneasy.

He had been carefully trying to stop her from thinking about the missing child, but Jingzhi seemed to have completely closed her heart... She stopped mentioning the squid, but he knew she was still suffering inside.

“Alright, I’ll go look around the island again to see if anyone’s there…”

he muttered, turning and walking away.

He considered telling Jingzhi that the squid’s chances of survival were slim; last night’s terrible hurricane could easily have swept away a five-year-old child, but he knew he couldn’t say that.

He sighed. The island wasn’t big, but searching on foot would take a whole day, and besides, he hadn’t eaten anything and was now hot and tired.

The tropical climate was really strange; he felt a headache coming on. Could it be that he had caught a cold after last night’s storm?

You Yang stopped, doubting his own severe headache, which had come on so suddenly.

Jingzhi didn’t stop either; she searched the kitchen cabinets as thoroughly as possible, eventually finding a large quantity of canned food in the half-collapsed storage room.

You Yang returned empty-handed, carrying a long-handled machete he had found in another villa far away—where a mattress he had dragged from the rubble lay.

He threw the machete on the floor, collapsed onto the mattress, and fell into a deep sleep.

Jingzhi knew Youyang was exhausted and hungry. They hadn't eaten or drunk anything all night and all day. So she used the canned food, the pot she'd salvaged from the rubble, and the gas stove to make dinner.

Food was scarce, but the canned dinner smelled delicious. Soon, the aroma wafted from the pot, making Jingzhi feel incredibly hungry. She thought Youyang would wake up immediately at the smell of food.

But he remained fast asleep. Jingzhi ran to wake him and found him covered in sweat.

His clothes were soaked, and his cheekbones were flushed…

Jingzhi nudged his shoulder; the burning temperature suddenly frightened her.

Youyang, was he sick?

She knelt beside him and touched his damp forehead.

It was certain that Youyang had a fever!

Jingzhi's touch made him open his eyes, but his gaze seemed unfocused.

“I don’t feel well,” he murmured. “I’m so thirsty and hot, and my whole body aches… Have you ever seen a tropical infectious disease?”

Jingzhi murmured, “No, tropical infectious diseases are contagious, aren’t they? You haven’t been in contact with anyone.”

You Yang groaned, but he didn’t answer.

Jingzhi was stunned. She had never imagined that You Yang would suddenly fall ill, but now it seemed he really was.

She ran to get a bottle of mineral water, opened it, and used a clean towel to wipe his face. You Yang suddenly opened his eyes, but his gaze was unfocused…

Fear instantly tore at Jingzhi’s heart. This You Yang looked just like the big boy who had been lying on the bed, barely alive, five years ago. Oh God, could it be…

“Jingzhi,” he groaned, “stay away from me. Sometimes tropical infectious diseases are caused by mosquito bites or infected wounds. Stay away from me, don’t get infected.”

“No, I won’t,” Jingzhi hurriedly objected, “It’s just a cold, you’re just too tired, you’ll be fine.”

“No,” he pushed her hand away, “Listen to me, I just buried those bodies. Stay away from me, be careful…”

You Yang suddenly opened his eyes, his burning gaze fixed on her: “If I die, don’t touch me, and don’t try to bury me. Take the food and leave.”

Chapter Seventy-Two: Disappearance

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” Jingzhi covered his mouth, “You won’t die! I won’t let you die, I won’t allow you to die!”

Although she tried her best to make her voice confident and powerful, You Yang’s constantly sweating and burning forehead reminded her that all her efforts were in vain.

You Yang murmured, trying to drive her away, but after struggling for a while, he fainted. Jingzhi

was terrified. Five years ago, You Yang’s injuries seemed more serious, but then there were doctors and medicine, but now they were on a deserted island…

a deserted island that had just been hit by a tsunami, far from the mainland. Jingzhi had originally held a sliver of hope that they could escape the disaster, but now, after You Yang fell ill, she couldn’t even think about the missing child.

Why, why did this happen?

Jingzhi went back into the ruins to search, hoping to find even a little medicine, but there was nothing, absolutely nothing…

For three days straight, she stayed up all night wiping his body, feeding him only what he could manage, and worrying about his condition.

She couldn't be sure if he had a tropical infectious disease; Jingzhi knew nothing about it.

She could only continue to give him clean water and wipe away his cold sweat. In his semi-conscious state, Youyang constantly resisted her approach, his increasingly feverish skin a testament to Jingzhi's fear.

“Leave me,” You Yang said, almost angrily shoving her away in a moment of lucidity, the force so great that Jingzhi fell to the ground…

“No, I won’t leave.” Jingzhi got up, stubbornly picking up the small spoon again, wanting to feed him some canned broth: “You just have a cold…”

“Get out!” His throat was muffled, as if phlegm was in his throat: “How can you be so shameless…”

Jingzhi held back her tears, gently brushing the sweaty hair from his forehead, dripping water between his slightly parted lips, listening with almost fear to his unconscious babbling.

“This time I won’t leave,” she pressed her cool forehead against his burning one, almost devoutly mimicking the posture of a Catholic, and prayed softly, “God, help us…”

“You, I’m talking to you…” he muttered unconsciously, “Don’t block me!”

Jingzhi grabbed his wildly waving hand and used boiled water to wipe his body, numbly giving up trying to guess what he was referring to.

“The squid…it must have drowned,” he murmured. “I wasn’t a good father. I wanted to love him, but he died…No! He can’t be dead! He can’t be dead…My child, I killed him!”

You Yang almost screamed as he sat up. Jingzhi hugged his head and held him, helping him lie down quietly.

“It’s alright, it’s alright, You Yang, I’m here…I’m here…”

You Yang pushed her away slightly, but his burning gaze wasn’t focused on her face; instead, he looked behind her: “Mom?”

The fever raged, causing her excruciating headache and profuse sweating…

She hoped she wouldn't fall ill too; she prayed she wouldn't become seriously ill as well.

Once the water cooled, she continued to apply the fever-reducing treatment!

This cycle repeated itself from dawn till dusk. She didn't know how much time had passed when You Yang slowly stopped struggling and fell into a deep sleep. The sweat on his body seemed to have evaporated, leaving him dry and warm to the touch.

Jingzhi was also exhausted and extremely thirsty. She struggled to wipe his body, then, without even drinking water, collapsed and fell asleep beside him.

When she awoke from thirst, the sky was already faintly bright with dawn. As if in a dream, Jingzhi once again instinctively reached out to touch his forehead.

His forehead was no longer burning hot; instead, it felt cool to the touch.

The fever had subsided!

She had succeeded! Without medicine or knowledge of the illness, Jingzhi almost cried tears of joy. She ran out of the room and jumped into the pool in the yard, wanting to shout—Youyang is alive!

Jingzhi almost laughed at her own childish act. She simply washed the sweat off her body in the cool pool water. Youyang's fever had subsided; he must want to eat fruit…

and what nutrition could he get from eating canned food every day?

Not far from the yard, there was a lush banana grove, with bunches of bananas hanging from the trees. Jingzhi had seen it long ago, but she hadn't found the time to pick them.

This time, she was going to pick bananas for Youyang. No sooner said than done, she went back to the room to get a knife. The banana grove didn't look far, but it took her more than twenty minutes to walk there.

The banana trees were tall and large, with hundreds of bananas on each bunch. She carefully selected a few bunches of nearly ripe bananas, scooped them up in her skirt, and hurried back.

“You Yang!” she shouted as she ran into the yard, “You won’t believe how big these bananas are…”

She could already picture You Yang’s surprised expression as he opened his eyes to the bananas…

You Yang wasn’t in the tent in the hall; the rumpled bedding was a jumbled mess.

Jingzhi dropped the bananas and ran to the back hall, calling his name. There was a bathroom over there; could You Yang be in a hurry?

But the bathroom was empty. She frantically searched everywhere.

But there was no trace of him in the entire house, as if he had vanished into thin air after she left.

She could no longer pretend to be strong. After losing Squid, she had lost You Yang?

And both disappearances were so mysterious?

Jingzhi slowly made her way back to the hall.

She picked up a picture book from among You Yang’s bedding—the storybook she and You Yang had read to Squid before the storm. How could this book be here?

The fear that had accumulated over the past few days, the fear she had been trying to ignore, suddenly overwhelmed her! She slumped onto the bedding, sobbing softly.

Chapter 73

Suddenly, a series of intermittent thumping sounds interrupted her crying. The sound slowly entered the open hall, sounding like footsteps?

Jingzhi turned around alertly. Could it be… You Yang?

But, to her surprise, a small figure appeared from the bright hall entrance…

“Mommy, why are you crying?” A clear child’s voice made Jingzhi’s eyes widen in surprise!

“Squid? Child?” Jingzhi stumbled to her feet and ran over to grab him.

Good heavens, she wasn’t mistaken!

In the bright sunlight, the lively child in front of her was none other than Little Squid!

“Mommy… where did you go?” Squid asked in a childish voice, “Mommy and I have been looking for you for so long…”

Only then did Jingzhi look up and see Aunt Wu following behind Squid.

Aunt Wu looked at Jingzhi with slight anxiety: "Yes, I only saw the young master lying here. I thought you..."

"Where's You Yang?" Jingzhi asked nervously. She noticed that Aunt Wu and Youyu's clothes were very clean and tidy, not at all like they had been through the disaster three days ago.

"Yes, the young master is on the boat." Aunt Wu's expression was strange: "Someone has already carried him onto the boat. He's very ill and needs to be sent to Yangon for treatment."

"Boat?" Jingzhi stood up and looked towards the distant seaside pier from where she was. There was a luxuriously decorated yacht—not You Shiqun's—moored on the pier where the tide had receded.

Was that the boat?

Jingzhi turned back to look at Wu Ma suspiciously: "What kind of boat is this?"

"It's the boat of Master's friend..." Wu Ma explained in a low voice, "He's a jade merchant from Yangon. He was supposed to pick me and Squid up on the day of the storm."

Jingzhi listened quietly. Wu Ma continued, "This was all arranged by Mr. You. Mr. You wanted you and Young Master to stay on the island for a while. Unexpectedly, the storm happened just as I boarded the boat with Squid that night."

"And then you..."

"Ten nautical miles from here is his private island, and our boat went directly there."

Jingzhi understood. No wonder Wu Ma and Squid disappeared as if they had vanished into thin air; they had been taken away.

"Then, was You Yang just carried onto that boat?" Jingzhi picked up Squid, her legs weak from the shock and fear she had just experienced: "I want to go see him."

"This..." Wu Ma hesitated for a moment, then turned back to look at the boat with slight anxiety: "Actually, it's better if the two of us stay with Young Master."

What kind of talk was that?

Jingzhi frowned. Wu Ma's words were incoherent and strange...weird...

Although they had only met a few times, Jingzhi knew that Wu Ma wouldn't act so incoherently unless...unless something was wrong...

Jingzhi calmly hugged Squid tighter in her arms: "Did you miss Mommy?"

"Yes~~~~~" Squid drawled, "I missed her so much my heart ached, but..."

"But what?" Jingzhi asked calmly.

“But that grandpa wouldn’t let me run around, saying he’d cut off my private parts with a knife if I did,” Squid lowered her eyes, her little face flushed. “Those uncles all laughed at me, they…”

“Squid!” Aunt Wu’s voice became very sharp. “Be good and don’t say any more.”

“The child is young and doesn’t understand…” Jingzhi hugged Squid tightly. “Let’s go…”

“Miss Jingzhi,” Aunt Wu suddenly grabbed her elbow. “Take my advice, you should stay here and wait…”

“Wait for what?” Jingzhi’s gaze swept over Aunt Wu’s frightened face. “Wait until you all leave? Who will I explain this to? Mr. You’s good friend will surely welcome me, right? I can’t be left alone on this deserted island.”

“Yes, I was rude,” Aunt Wu lowered her eyebrows. “But…”

“No buts, let’s go quickly!” Jingzhi handed Squid to her and hurriedly packed her luggage. “Is You Yang alright?”

“The young master is fine. There are very good doctors on the ship.” Aunt Wu said, slightly stunned. “They are treating the young master, right? After all, they are professionals.”

Wu Ma's behavior was strange. Jingzhi stopped what she was doing and noticed that Wu Ma was constantly staring nervously at the large sofa in the hall. Jingzhi followed Wu Ma's gaze...

The sofa looked different from when she left; it seemed to have been moved.

"Sir behind the sofa," Jingzhi said loudly, "you can come out now. What threat could a weak, unarmed woman like me pose to you?"

Before Jingzhi could finish speaking, someone behind the sofa laughed, "I told you this little girl wasn't simple, was I? You still dared to argue with me."

The voice was in Mandarin, but it had a strange accent...

Two men slowly stood up from behind the sofa. They were two identical brothers, not tall, in their early thirties, tanned dark by the sun, but their piercing eyes and naturally alert expressions showed that they were shrewd and tough. What

attracted Jingzhi's attention most were their US Marine Corps uniforms and the submachine guns they held.

Yes, submachine guns!

If this were a Hollywood movie, Jingzhi might have been impressed by the equipment these two had, but if this were reality, she was lucky she hadn't fainted!

"What's going on?" Jingzhi turned to Aunt Wu with a suspicious look.

"Nothing," Aunt Wu stammered, "They're all underlings of Mr. You's friend. They like to joke around."

"I say..." one of the twins grinned, "Who does You Shiqun think he is? Believe me, even if my old man doesn't destroy him, the two of us can shut him down immediately."

The other twin was much gentler in comparison: "Mr. You and my father are good friends, madam, don't be afraid..."

He stepped forward, handed the submachine gun to his left hand, and took Squid from Aunt Wu's arms: "Isn't that right, little tyrant?"

Aunt Wu watched in exasperation as this man tossed Squid up with one hand and caught it again. Squid seemed to have gotten used to him, giggling and hugging his neck.

“Mommy, this uncle has so many toys!” Squid turned his head, looking at Jingzhi with pleading eyes: “In their captain’s cabin, there’s a rudder bigger than Grandpa’s ship… Mommy, come with me to see…”

Jingzhi turned to look at Aunt Wu, the poor old lady watching the man toss Squid higher and higher into the air, seemingly about to have a stroke.

“Aunt Wu, what’s going on?”

“Just ask me,” said the man from the twins, his tone forceful: “Enough nonsense. If it weren’t for the storm, my father would have liked to meet with Mr. You’s family. Let’s go…”

He waved his submachine gun toward the door: “Madam, you don’t like being forced, do you?”

“Wait,” Jingzhi stopped him: “Let me pack my things.”

“Of course, we have the patience…” He took a step back, pursing his lips as he watched Jingzhi pack her things.

Jingzhi struggled to keep her hands from trembling. She fastened her small suitcase and looked up at the two men. "I'm all packed."

"Okay, then, let's go!" The man holding the submachine gun snorted. "Please go first."

"I didn't expect you to think of ladies first at this particular moment?"

"Wrong," the man holding the squid corrected, "It's not ladies first, it's just that we're not used to turning our backs to strangers."

The distance from the villa to the dock looked short, but it was a long walk. When Jingzhi and her group reached the dock, Jingzhi's eyes widened in surprise.

Up close, the boat was far larger than You Shiqun's yacht; it was more than three times the size. A British flag flew from the mast.

Due to its deep draft, the boat was anchored far in the nearshore waters, while a rubber raft was already waiting on the dock.

"Please!" the man holding the child reminded her, "The child is safe with me holding him."

Jingzhi turned around and looked at the dreamlike island. At first glance, it looked like a scene from a vacation postcard. Now, after the terrible tsunami, the island was still so beautiful and thriving.

The rubber raft slowly left the shore and headed towards the large ship. Jingzhi looked up at the ship and watched as the winch was lowered to hoist their raft onto it...

"Welcome to the Emerald!" As their small boat was raised onto the deck, and Jingzhi took her first step, the man behind her whispered, "The most beautiful and fastest pirate ship in the Bay of Bengal..."

Chapter 74

What? Pirates? That's too far-fetched!

Jingzhi nearly stumbled, only managing to stay upright thanks to Wu Ma's support.

"Don't doubt it," a voice rang out above them, "We are indeed pirates, but not the kind of Caribbean pirate ships you see in the movies. Our equipment rivals that of any country's most advanced armed forces."

Jingzhi looked up. On the upper deck, a man stood by the railing, looking down at her.

At first glance, Jingzhi thought she saw You Yang; the man's silhouette resembled You Yang's. Only he was much darker, with excessively long hair at the back of his head, all wildly tangled and tied into a ponytail.

"Who are you?" Jingzhi asked, forcing herself to remain calm. "Why..."

The man nimbly leaped down from the second deck, standing before Jingzhi. Aside from the crow's feet around his eyes, his actual age was completely unknown—another mysterious man?

Jingzhi took a step back: "You..."

"Don't worry, there are good people among pirates too," the man stepped back, giving Jingzhi a safe distance: "Let me introduce myself, I am You Yang's uncle, a Burmese Chinese. My name is Han Cheng. In Myanmar, our Han family is a large family. You Yang's biological mother is my distant cousin..."

"Uncle?" Jingzhi turned to look at Wu Ma. Could this man who suddenly appeared really be You Yang's uncle?

Wu Ma finally nodded reluctantly, "Yes, Mr. Han is indeed the young master's uncle. But..."

Her voice trailed off, "He has never appeared since the young master was born..."

"Pirate Grandpa!" Squid clapped her hands, "I brought Mommy here, Grandpa, hold me!"

"Good, good grandson." Han Cheng picked up Squid and casually put her on his shoulder. His gaze lingered on Jingzhi's face for a moment. "Alright, so you're the legendary niece-in-law of my nephew?" Jingzhi

was embarrassed, but she still held back her anger. "I want to see You Yang. How is he?"

"That's easy," Han Cheng waved his hand, "That child is being well taken care of by my ship's doctor. You can have Wu Ma take you to see him, but... don't go see You Yang yet. Let's tour my ship first and see what a modern pirate ship looks like."

"Mr. Han," Jingzhi was bewildered by this slightly childlike man, "You, you've come to this island and brought us aboard, just to let us tour your ship?"

"Of course not..." Han Cheng was genuinely pleased: "I just wanted to see the squid. I had already told Old You, but that old bastard ignored me, so I had to do it myself."

"You mean..." Jingzhi looked at Wu Ma, whose face was full of shame, "On the day of the storm, it was your men who stole the squid?"

"Yes," Han Cheng also focused his gaze on Jingzhi: "I've discovered... you're not stupid. I hate talking to stupid women."

“On the contrary, I find it more comfortable to talk to a slightly dull man,” Jingzhi retorted.

Han Cheng suddenly burst into laughter: “I know, now I know why that old fox You Shiqun is so obsessed with you.”

Jingzhi blushed: “You…”

“Don’t argue…” Han Cheng looked at Jingzhi calmly: “He was indeed bewitched by you, otherwise he wouldn’t have done so many things… So, after he left Myanmar, I decided to meet you… You and she are very similar.”

“Who is she you’re talking about?” Jingzhi tilted her head sensitively: “What did he do…”

Han Cheng handed the squid in his arms to Wu Ma: “What did You Shiqun do for you? Let him tell you directly. Now come with me…”

He grabbed Jingzhi’s wrist and strode towards the aft cabin.

Along the way, there were armed crew members, each staring at Jingzhi with curious eyes. These crew members were all neatly dressed, looking like crew members of a commercial ship. If it weren’t for the guns they carried, their image would be completely different from the pirate concept in movies and TV dramas.

Jingzhi should have been afraid, but she seemed to be captivated by this strange man who called himself a pirate. Her first impression of him was that he was a very familiar and warm person, as if...

Suddenly, the cabin door was pushed open by Han Cheng, and Jingzhi froze on the spot. It was a luxuriously decorated woman's boudoir. The reason she was stunned was that the decoration style of this room was exactly the same as that of You Shiqun's wife's room on the island.

"This..."

"A cage..." Han Cheng pulled Jingzhi's wrist and led her into the room. "This was once the cage You Shiqun built for her. She loved him, admired him, but he didn't cherish her..." "

Who are you talking about?" Jingzhi felt a chill run down her spine, her hair standing on end...

"Your mother, You Shiqun's wife, You Yang's mother."

"You Yang's mother isn't your distant cousin?" Jingzhi repeated blankly, "How..."

"That woman," Han Cheng muttered disdainfully, "she's not even a woman. She can be automatically ignored. She's a drug addict, a womanizer, and promiscuous. Compared to Lan'er, that woman is scum."

Jingzhi's gaze was drawn to the oil painting on the cabin wall. The painting had been moved from the ruins of a villa on the island, still covered in dirt. After the hurricane, neither she nor You Yang had bothered to touch it. She hadn't expected him to bring it here.

This man... he seemed to have a strong liking for You Shiqun's wife. Lan'er? Could that be her nickname?

“Alright, let’s tour my ship.” Han Cheng led her out of the cabin, where the crew had already gathered on deck.

What were pirates like in this new era? Jingzhi was also slightly curious, but she was more worried about You Yang, who hadn’t appeared yet. What had happened to him?

Han Cheng, a cigar dangling from his lips, politely introduced Jingzhi to his crew while exhaling smoke rings.

The identical twins were the ship’s first mate, Danley, and Danko, and there were many other crew members whose names were hard to remember. Han Cheng explained the titles and duties of each crew member in great detail, but Jingzhi was completely confused.

Then came the tour of the entire ship’s cabins, with all sorts of new light and heavy weapons and cannons. Jingzhi even saw a gleaming, brand-new, fully armed helicopter parked on the roof platform.

Jingzhi didn’t know if this ship was a pirate ship, but she was certain that it was a well-equipped and excellent warship.

"Alright, the tour is over," Han Cheng said to Jingzhi with a smile. "You can now go to your cabin, freshen up, and prepare for lunch. I will continue my duties as captain."

Jingzhi hesitated for a long time before asking, "But You Yang..."

"You Yang," Han Cheng turned around, his gaze deep, "He's still asleep. No rush, I'll take you to see him after lunch."

"Where are we going?"

"My Treasure Island!" Han Cheng pointed ahead. "Now that we've left the hurricane-affected waters, you won't be able to return to Yangon anytime soon, let alone go back home. Why don't you stay on my island for a few days?"

Could she refuse?

It seemed not.

Jingzhi had no choice but to follow the crew member leading the way to her cabin. The ship was large, and the cabins were luxuriously decorated. In Jingzhi's room, her luggage was already laid out on the floor by the door.

Jingzhi let out a long sigh, opened her luggage, and wondered what You Yang's uncle was up to, but she could sense that he meant no harm.

On the contrary, he always seemed to look at her with a slightly curious gaze, as if assessing, scrutinizing, and pondering…

The Emerald was sailing swiftly northward with the help of the wind, and soon the ship had left the waters of Myanmar and entered the high seas.

Han Cheng stood in the bridge, observing the seemingly calm but treacherous waters around him through binoculars.

The Bengal Sea has a complex terrain and is one of the five most dangerous seas in the world today, a gathering place for modern pirates.

And he himself, as he told Jingzhi, considered himself the greatest pirate in the Bay of Bengal. The Emerald was his most prized flagship, officially belonging to a Colombian shipping company, but it often flew the British flag.

This ship was his kingdom, and on this ship that belonged to him, he was the undisputed king.

"Captain," First Mate Danley whispered behind him, "the child's condition is serious. His fever has subsided, but he's still unconscious."

"Try to get Dr. Shi to control his condition," Han Cheng gripped his binoculars tightly; "See if we can send a helicopter to Rangoon to fetch a doctor."

"Yes, sir, I'll get on it as soon as possible..."

Han Cheng's gaze drifted to the maritime satellite phone on the control panel. He had been waiting for that call for over twenty years.

Chapter Seventy-Five: The Looting

Sure enough, the timing was perfect. Their Emerald had barely entered international waters when the maritime phone rang. It was him!

"Han Cheng, what the hell are you trying to do? Where are you taking my family?"

"Family? You Shiqun..." Han Cheng narrowed his eyes, casually exhaling a smoke ring from his cigar. "Have you had any family all these years? To be precise, you haven't had any family since she died."

"Damn it..." The signal was bad, and You Shiqun's voice was intermittent, but the anger in his tone was unmistakable: "Don't push your luck, Han. Believe me, I'll wipe you out right now!"

"I believe you..." Han Cheng remained nonchalant. "However, since you didn't wipe me out back then, you won't now."

"...Don't think you've figured me out..." You Shiqun's voice trailed off. "Lan'er has been dead for over ten years. Do you think I'll still keep that vow?"

"Yeah, you've always been the type to go back on your word. I really don't know how you built that corporate empire?" Han Cheng sighed. "Fine, if you want to destroy me, then come on. I want to see if you can catch us."

"Don't be so sure of yourself..."

“Never. You should know that plundering property and evading capture are skills that we pirates excel at. You Shiqun, whether you have the ability to find me is still a mystery. I'll also give you a piece of advice—don't speak too definitively…”

“Han Cheng, this is no joke!”

“I’m not joking,” Han Cheng’s expression turned serious. “I want my children back. As a father, is that wrong?”

“You abandoned your children back then. The moment you abandoned them, you ceased to be a father.” You Shiqun’s voice was low and dangerous. “Now, you’ve not only abducted them, but also my grandson…”

“The children are mine, and the grandson is naturally mine too.” Han Cheng spoke as if he were reciting a tongue twister to You Shiqun. “Now, I’m hanging up this phone. Well, Mr. You, have a pleasant afternoon.”

The sound of hanging up the phone was quite pleasant. Han Cheng leaned back, his expression solemn and thoughtful.

“Captain, I’ve brought the doctor,” a subordinate whispered behind him.

“Oh, good. Bring him in.” Han Cheng closed his eyes.

The cabin door opened, and a Burmese doctor with a white beard walked in.

“This is Dr. Sid,” his subordinate introduced in a low voice.

The Burmese old man didn't seem intimidated by Han Cheng's heavily armed men. He calmly clasped his hands in a prayer-like gesture to Han Cheng, then sat opposite him and began discussing You Yang's condition in Burmese.

The old man spoke quickly, accompanied by numerous gestures. Han Cheng listened quietly, nodding occasionally.

You Yang's condition wasn't initially too bad, but the high fever had triggered sequelae from a car accident he'd suffered years ago, causing traumatic brain injury. The doctor used a lot of medical jargon, which Han Cheng eventually found confusing.

"Wait! Get to the point!" he raised his hand to stop the doctor. "Just tell me if he can wake up, and... is his life in danger?"

The doctor shook his head, then continued with a string of medical terms, the main point being that the patient needed rest and recuperation, and when he would recover depended on his constitution.

“I understand,” Han Cheng gestured for his subordinate to give the payment to the doctor. “Thank you for your excellent medical skills,” he said in Burmese. “Are you sure he doesn’t need to be hospitalized in a major hospital?”

The doctor shook his head, simply pointing to the sky, as if to tell Han Cheng that You Yang’s condition was subject to Buddha’s arrangement. Besides, with the recent tropical storm in Myanmar, Yangon’s hospitals were overflowing, and even if he were admitted now, he wouldn’t be able to find quiet conditions for recuperation.

“Hmm, sequelae of traumatic brain injury? What’s that?” Han Cheng pointed to the words on the diagnosis report. “Headache, dizziness?”

“Perhaps,” the doctor shook his head. “There will be many symptoms. We can only know for sure once the patient wakes up. Your own doctors can handle that. The key is rest.”

“I understand…” Han Cheng watched the doctor leave with a thoughtful gaze, then instructed, “Go and arrange for Miss Jingzhi to see You Yang. Perhaps her company will make him feel better.”

By the time Jingzhi was taken to You Yang’s room, it was already quite dark.

The cabin was even dimmer. She didn't know what was causing the crew's somber expressions, but their demeanor affected her.

They said You Yang had regained some consciousness, but their expressions suggested the situation wasn't optimistic.

She stood by You Yang's cabin door, mustering her courage. The room smelled faintly of disinfectant.

You Yang, lying on the bed, turned his head towards her. She knew he could see her blurry silhouette standing in the doorway.

"Xiao Ya," his voice was low, "is that you?"

Xiao Ya?

Hearing You Yang call her Wu Yan Ya, Jing Zhi's heart sank. Yes, just like when he was unconscious, he was calling out to Xiao Ya.

What was happening?

"I'm sorry..." Jing Zhi finally found her voice, "I..." She glanced at the pirates guarding the door, not wanting them to hear too much, and went inside, closing the door behind her.

“I’m not Xiaoya, I am…”

“Oh, then where did she go?” You Yang turned his head slightly, a hint of annoyance in his voice. Even though the room was dimly lit, Jingzhi’s eyes met his. You Yang squinted, scrutinizing her.

It was the gaze of a man looking at a strange woman purely out of appreciation. He quietly observed Jingzhi, as if seeing her for the first time: Do I know you?

Jingzhi froze instantly. What was going on?

Why didn’t You Yang recognize her? She clutched her chest, painfully recalling that when he was unconscious, she wasn’t among the people he called for…

But before she could dwell on it, her chaotic thoughts were interrupted by his painful gasps. You Yang was pressing his fingers to his temples in agony, as if his headache was severe.

“Does it hurt a lot?” Jingzhi impulsively went to the bedside, almost unable to resist touching his forehead.

“It’s nothing…” His smile was weak and hesitant, “but it really hurts… Who… are you?” Jingzhi

clenched her fists. Their eyes met, and You Yang's gaze held obvious impatience. "Can't you let Xiaoya come? Where did she go?"

Who knew where that horrible woman had gone? Jingzhi didn't know any answer, so she could only give a perfunctory reply: "She's not here, she..."

"Wait," You Yang's composed tone suddenly turned impatient: "You were hired by her to take care of me? Where did she go?"

Before Jingzhi could answer, the door was suddenly pushed open.

A small figure rushed in: "Daddy!" It was Squid's clear, childlike voice.

"Squid," You Yang smiled: "Come to Daddy!"

Jingzhi's eyes widened in shock. He remembered Squid, but he had actually forgotten her?

Jingzhi watched Squid run into the room, climb onto You Yang's hospital bed, and the father and son embraced.

"Daddy, are you sick?" Squid hugged You Yang's neck: "Mommy and I were so worried."

"Who? Who's your mommy?" Following the direction of Squid's little finger, You Yang looked at Jingzhi.

Then he pursed his lips: "He's not your mother, you've mistaken him for someone else."

"Oh?" Squid was also stunned. He turned to look at Jingzhi, then at You Yang, his big eyes widening in confusion.

Jingzhi stepped back, back again. This unfamiliar You Yang was so cold. He was just like the cold and ruthless man she had first encountered in the darkness...

"Your mother is Xiaoya," You Yang firmly patted Squid's little bottom: "This woman is an imposter."

"My God," Han Cheng stood at the door, staring in astonishment at the people inside: "What's going on here? Is this what the doctor said, the aftereffects of a traumatic brain injury?" "

Despair and shattered pride forced Jingzhi to hold back her tears. She knew this might be caused by You Yang's illness, but her pride prevented her from staying any longer.

Xiaoya…

it turned out that in You Yang's subconscious, that woman was always more important than her!

She, forever and ever, was just a substitute…

a surrogate mother, a lowly woman who made wedding dresses for others.

Chapter Seventy-Six: Plunder

'Mom, Dad… what's wrong?' Squid looked around in confusion, not understanding what had happened.

'Nothing,' Jingzhi bit her lip. She couldn't let Han Cheng see the spectacle, nor could she cry and wail because of You Yang's amnesia: 'We're playing a game.'"

"Huh? What game?" Upon hearing "game," Squid's eyes lit up, and he scrambled onto You Yang's stomach, clinging to his arms and legs. "Dad~~~~~"

You Yang frowned, a gut feeling washing over him—this frail girl in front of him must have some connection to him, but damn it, why couldn't he remember?

"Good boy, let's talk alone." You Yang patted Squid's little bottom. "Be good, go play outside."

"But..." Squid's big, dark eyes darted from one person to another, sensing the heavy atmosphere. He obediently climbed off the bed and ran to Han Cheng. "Grandpa Pirate, we went to the watchtower to play."

Han Cheng picked up Squid, smiled thoughtfully, and closed the hatch.

The hatch slammed shut with a loud bang, startling Jing Yi.

You Yang slowly leaned back against the pillow; his head still ached, he looked exhausted, and his face was pale.

“It seems there’s a misunderstanding,” You Yang said slowly. “I seem to have forgotten something.” His gaze slowly swept over Jingzhi’s face. “You, are you Squid’s mother?”

Jingzhi nodded. Now, under You Yang’s scrutiny, she felt just like when she was interviewed by Wu Yanya years ago. Should she feel insulted?

But strangely, she felt a mixture of excitement and panic, hoping he would forgive her, or hoping he would never think of her again. These two feelings intertwined, making her restless.

And the way You Yang was looking at her, under his seemingly pointed gaze, made Jingzhi feel like every cell in her body was burning.

You Yang must have mistaken her for one of his former mistresses. Jingzhi realized with slight annoyance how well the dress she had just changed into fit her, and how low the neckline seemed.

Jingzhi told herself that her nervousness was ridiculous. To be precise, she didn’t need to let You Yang’s thoughts control her.

In fact, his gaze wasn’t lewd at all; it was only a calm scrutiny and objective evaluation. Perhaps all of that was something she imagined and imposed on him?

"So," You Yang continued, "are you my wife?"

"No, of course not..." Jingzhi hurriedly objected.

"Oh, then," You Yang's calm eyes traveled from her neatly combed hair to the exquisite ladies' shoes on her feet, "what is our relationship?"

Haha, what relationship?

Jingzhi could only manage a bitter smile. What should she say? Didn't he want her to marry him? And after this storm, without his protection, perhaps she would be dead...

Should she have rebuked him, filled with grievance? But she had no right, nor should she blame You Yang for looking at her like that. What was he thinking? What would he say?

"I'm just Squid's mother," Jingzhi could almost hear her own heart pounding... a suffocating panic throbbed through every nerve in her body: "Besides that, there's no other relationship between us."

You Yang scrutinized her again, his tone calm, "I understand."

He understood? Understood what? A strange sense of loss suddenly welled up in Jingzhi's heart. Was this disappointment?

Jingzhi suddenly had an impulse to grab Youyang's shoulders and shake him, to wake him up and make him see who she really was. But she was being incredibly foolish—why was she letting this terrible feeling of disappointment cloud her judgment?

"So, where are we now?" Youyang asked, confused. Whose ship was this?

Half an hour later, Jingzhi explained the storm and the Emerald's situation. Youyang looked at Jingzhi thoughtfully: "So, this pirate grandpa is my uncle?"

"Yes."

"You seem to be hiding something important? How did we end up on that island? Was it just a vacation?"

"Just a vacation," Jingzhi insisted, "What else could it be?"

"I remember there was going to be a wedding..."

Youyang's gaze was thoughtful, "Where's the bride? Where

's Xiaoya?" Xiaoya again...

Jingzhi almost fainted. This child's brain had short-circuited: "There's no Xiaoya, we've never..."

"Are you saying that this bride is you?" Youyang interrupted her: "I understand."

"Understand what?"

"For the child," Youyang nodded at her: "We're getting married for the child?"

"Go to hell!" Jingzhi blurted out this curse from somewhere, tears welling up in her eyes. She turned and hurriedly left the cabin, as if a ghost was chasing her.

Chapter 77 Bathing

She's angry?

Youyang leaned back on the pillow, a smile on his lips.

He was familiar with Jingzhi's expressions over the years: joy, sadness, fear, confusion, surprise...

Weiwei had never been angry before, but this time, she was truly angry. Was it because he didn't recognize her?

Then, was it because she cared about him somewhat?

You Yang stared blankly at the carved patterns on the cabin ceiling, his head still throbbing, yet his mood was surprisingly good.

Jingzhi explained to Squid that they were playing a game, so, well, the game began...

"Miss Jingzhi," a voice called politely from behind her.

Jingzhi turned around abruptly. The night sky over the sea was hazy and like a deep sapphire. She stood by the gangway at the cabin door, almost completely chilled by the sea breeze.

In the darkness, Han Cheng's tall figure slowly approached her: "Can't sleep?"

"Oh, no! I'm just looking at the stars." Jingzhi looked up: "The night sky is beautiful from this angle."

"Are you crying?"

"No..."

"Hehe, you two, arguing again?"

"No," Jingzhi bit her lip: "Sorry, it's too late. See you tomorrow, Mr. Han."

"Okay, see you tomorrow." Han Cheng leaned against the ship's railing, quietly listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the side. He called out to Jingzhi: "We'll be at my island early tomorrow morning. Sleep well tonight!"

Han Cheng was a strange person. Jingzhi shook her head as she pushed open the cabin door. He constantly emphasized that he was a pirate, very dangerous, but Jingzhi wasn't afraid of him at all. He wasn't like You Shiqun, who always made Jingzhi nervous, scared, and a little curious.

Sigh, never mind...

Jingzhi opened her luggage, took out a soft cotton nightgown and put it on. The sheets were newly changed silk, and felt very comfortable to the touch.

Squid had already fallen asleep before Jingzhi returned to her cabin. His little body was curled up in the middle of the bed, his rosy cheeks like big apples, his full lips slightly parted, and long eyelashes casting shadows on his face. The sheets were tangled around his chest and abdomen.

Jingzhi smiled and picked him up, then noticed a small, unsafeted pistol in his little hand.

The heavy gun told her—it was a real gun!

Jingzhi shook her head, took the pistol from the child's hand, and placed it on the bedside table. She was exhausted after a long day. As for Youyang's illness… she lay down in bed, anxiously holding Squid. She'd think about it tomorrow.

Almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, Jingzhi fell asleep.

In her sleep, she was restless, as if she were always on a long journey, traversing mountains and valleys…

until Jingzhi felt someone touching her.

Was it dawn? But Jingzhi turned over in distress; it was too early to get up, and she didn't want to open her eyes, especially not to wake up and face a new day.

“Mommy!” came the squid's sweet voice.

Jingzhi slowly forced herself to open her eyes. Squid was standing on the edge of the bed, looking at her, her messy hair adorned with some weeds from who-knows-where.

Seeing Jingzhi awake, Squid gave her a big, loving, trusting smile, then pounced on her with a big, wet good morning kiss.

“Mmm,” she whispered in response, “Good girl, Squid.” Squid's smile became even brighter.

“Mommy, I want to take a bath…” Only then did Jingzhi notice the sticky food stains on Squid's little face after last night, and her little nose was smudged black.

Wu Ma had been busy taking care of You Yang all night and hadn't had time to look after the child. Jingzhi had forgotten to give the child a bath before bed.

Jingzhi sighed, quickly got out of bed, and picked up the dirty little squid.

Fortunately, the cabin had its own attached bathroom. She filled the bathtub with water and then took off the squid's clothes. The squid seemed to really enjoy bathing, giggling happily and treating the huge bathtub like a swimming pool.

The squid's excitement infected Jingzhi. Like all mothers, Jingzhi skillfully held him back from splashing around in the bathtub, then took off her own clothes, sat in the tub, and hugged the squid.

Unfortunately, the little tyrant didn't appreciate it. When the little squid realized that Jingzhi was really going to hold him down to give him a bath, he had already scrunched up his little face and tried to climb out of the tub.

Jingzhi easily grabbed his chubby little leg: "Be good, didn't you want to get all clean?"

"No, I'm hungry..." Squid realized the difference in strength, but still pouted and refused to move, "I want to eat..."

"Be good, you can go after you're done washing." Jingzhi forcefully pulled him back.

"No..." Squid tried to break free, and he climbed out of the bathtub naked, trying to run towards the door.

"Listen to me!" Jingzhi's tone suddenly became serious. She dragged Squid back and gently patted his little bottom twice. It

didn't hurt at all!

But Squid seemed to feel that his little man's dignity had been damaged.

"Waaah..." His eyes were filled with tears of grievance, his little lips trembled, and he hadn't cried out yet, but his expression was extremely aggrieved.

Jingzhi's heart couldn't take it. She grabbed Squid and hugged him tightly, saying, "Squid, be good. Mommy didn't mean to yell at you. Forgive Mommy."

"Wah..." As if realizing he had suffered a great injustice, Squid buried his small face in the crook of her neck and cried his heart out, as if Jingzhi was the only person he could rely on in the whole world.

Jingzhi also cried, and the two of them hugged each other tightly, sobbing uncontrollably.

Squid cried because he felt wronged by his mother's scolding.

Jingzhi cried because she didn't know how to take care of Squid, and because she felt wronged yesterday when Youyang forgot about her.

Jingzhi tried her best to tell herself that it wouldn't be so bad if Youyang really forgot about her, but this self-deception was useless.

Back then, she was forced to sell herself to have a child, and then forced to give up the child. After leaving her child, she woke up crying almost every night.

At that time, she only knew one thing—she had to be strong, learn to be independent, and try her best to grow up.

But all reason and emotion collapsed at that moment. Holding the small body of the squid—this flesh and blood separated from her own body—she had no other thought but to cry.

Five years. She had been separated from her own flesh and blood for five whole years. Five years could not sever the bond between mother and child.

The door was suddenly pushed open: "What's going on here?" A confused and slightly hesitant voice rang out in the doorway: "Why are you all crying?"

Jingzhi turned around and saw You Yang standing in the doorway, his clothes disheveled. His hair was messy, and he had a thick beard that hadn't been shaved for days. Good heavens, he looked like a charming but dangerous pirate captain straight out of a movie.

"Taking a bath..." Jingzhi looked at him warily, trying to shrink her body further into the bubbly water of the bathtub.

"I see," You Yang gracefully strolled into the bathroom: "Want me to join you?"

"Huh?" Jingzhi stared wide-eyed in disbelief at You Yang.

“I just spoke with my uncle,” You Yang smiled faintly. “I corrected something to him; we’re not on vacation.”

“Oh…” Jingzhi didn’t understand what he was talking about at all.

“We’re on our honeymoon.”

Chapter Seven or Eight: Teasing

Looking at Jingzhi’s adorable, wide-open expression of surprise, You Yang almost burst out laughing.

Yes, he was teasing Jingzhi. He didn’t mean to, but he couldn’t help himself.

Speaking of amnesia, when he first woke up, there was indeed a moment of memory confusion, especially the darkness of the room, which made him feel as if he had returned to that wooden house five years ago.

Xiaoya…

Back then, he was completely obedient to Wu Yanya. But then again, if it weren’t for Wu Yanya, he really wouldn’t have had the chance to meet Jingzhi.

When he threw Wu Yanya’s name back at Jingzhi, he was slightly surprised to see that Jingzhi seemed angry. This game was going to be fun.

You Yang leaned against the bathroom door, told Jingzhi that they were on their honeymoon, and then, as he had hoped, saw her confusion and struggle.

“A honeymoon,” You Yang nodded, “that way, the dear pirates might treat us well and arrange for our family to stay together. Otherwise, we might be separated.”

“Huh?” Jingzhi didn’t understand what he meant.

“We’re almost at my pirate uncle’s Treasure Island,” You Yang tilted his head, pointing his chin out the window.

“When we get there, to put it nicely, we’ll be guests; to put it bluntly, we’ll be prisoners. Do you think pirates will become gentlemen with the advancement of time and technology? A single, unmarried woman, if she’s arranged to live alone, do you think you’ll be safe?”

Jingzhi knew he made a lot of sense, and she wanted to refute him but couldn’t find a reason.

“So, from now on, we have to act like we’re on a honeymoon, both in public and in private.”

Jingzhi wasn’t sure if she had heard correctly.

She’d rather be dreaming; she didn’t want to pretend to be a couple with You Yang—because she… she couldn’t accept You Yang pretending to be her husband after forgetting her.

“What if I say no?”

You Yang ran his hand through his disheveled hair, his gaze fixed on her with interest. “Trust me, I’ll be very considerate. In other words, you’re still the mother of my child—my lover, right? Once you’re all dressed up, we can continue our game.”

He turned and walked out of the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind him, leaving Jingzhi sitting dumbfounded in the bathtub, clutching the squid.

You Yang strolled onto the deck. The morning air was fresh, and all the pirate crew members were busily preparing to dock.

Han Cheng saw him and gave him an OK sign from afar. You Yang smiled. He had a vague impression of Han Cheng; when he was very young, Han Cheng would occasionally visit him, but he never went again.

This time, if Han Cheng and his Emerald hadn't rushed to their island to rescue them after the storm, they might have all perished in it—the entire country of Myanmar was in this state.

For this alone, You Yang was extremely grateful to him.

Moreover, You Yang knew that Han Cheng wouldn't harm him and Jingzhi, especially Squid; that kid's charm was irresistible.

"Captain! Target spotted!" Suddenly, a crew member's shout came from the lookout tower: "It looks like a cargo ship!"

"A cargo ship, should we make a move?"

All the crew members stood on the deck of the Emerald, nervously watching the fishing boat approaching.

It was a very new and large cargo ship. Han Cheng looked through his binoculars, then waved to his men, signaling them not to act rashly.

"Maintain the same course and continue!" Han Cheng shouted the order, and the first mate repeated the captain's command through the loudspeaker.

The sailors immediately resumed their work, and soon the ship slowly approached.

The national flag on the stern was tangled and twisted by the strong winds at sea.

You Yang staggered up the gangway, took a pair of binoculars from a crew member, and looked into the distance, but the national flag on the fishing boat was still indistinct.

"Kid, are you sure you can handle this? You shouldn't be standing here." A crew member beside him glanced at him with a hint of mockery. "The sea is rough; you don't want anything to happen."

Han Cheng appeared behind You Yang at the opportune moment: "Go back to the cabin; there might be a fight soon."

"You..." You Yang's eyes held suspicion: "Really?"

"Absolutely," Han Cheng smiled. "Of course. If they don't resist, they won't be harmed."

"Do pirates really exist in this world?" You Yang watched intently as the crew methodically disassembled their automatic weapons. "How will you treat your prey?"

"Simple. We'll give those crew members a life raft, some food and water to sustain them, and the ship is ours." "

The ship? You want the ship too?"

"What's so strange about that? Are we pirates? Would we just leave such a good ship unused?"

"What if they resist? What if their ship also has weapons and equipment?"

"There are no 'what ifs'," Han Cheng patted You Yang's shoulder. "Don't worry, you two won't get hurt."

You Yang stared blankly as Han Cheng gave him an American-style military salute, then strode towards his subordinates, loudly issuing orders to urge everyone to their battle positions.

The ship opposite them was completely unaware, sailing straight towards us without hesitation.

Gradually, the two ships drew closer and closer, until they could clearly see the flag of the opposing ship. In the strong wind, the flag of a small African country could be seen flying on its mast.

The Emerald fired a warning shot, shells flying over the opposing ship.

"Stop! Hand over your valuables, or leave no one alive!" This was a warning in English. You Yang had expected resistance, but the opposing ship seemed unwilling to resist, and this unequal raid quickly ended.

The two ships slowly approached, and the Emerald's crew quickly took control of the other ship.

What was happening outside the window? Why was there such a commotion?

Jingzhi quickly dried the child in the bathroom and changed into clean clothes herself. She was about to go outside the cabin to see what was going on when she heard urgent knocking on the cabin door.

It was Wu Ma's voice: "Miss Jingzhi, Mr. Han asked me to inform you that we're almost at Treasure Island. Give me the young master, I'll change his clothes."

Wu Ma took the squid away, and Jingzhi, having changed into a simple casual outfit, also left the cabin.

Sure enough, in the distance, where the sea met the sky, there was a small island.

This island was larger than Shrimp Island; it seemed this was the Treasure Island Han Cheng had mentioned?

Treasure Island wasn't named for the legendary pirate treasure, but because it had two distinct sides—one golden and one silver—making the crescent-shaped island appear as if covered in gold and silver sand.

Jingzhi was captivated by the scenery. She stood facing the wind; the distant Treasure Island seemed as real and familiar as if it had appeared in her dream.

"Isn't it beautiful?" You Yang appeared behind her, affectionately putting his arm around her waist: "Don't struggle, remember we're on our honeymoon."

Jingzhi frowned in annoyance: "Fine, I won't struggle anymore. What was that noisy noise just now?" "

Hehe, a cargo ship," You Yang rested his chin on Jingzhi's head: "The great Captain Han has abducted her, right behind our ship."

Jingzhi turned around; almost half a hull behind their ship, a cargo ship was silently following them.

"Spoils of war?" Jingzhi's heart clenched: "Don't tell me that was just a simulated fight?"

"No need for a simulation, just one time is enough." You Yang shook his head: "But you wouldn't understand even if I told you..."

"What about the crew?" Jingzhi forced herself to remain calm.

"They launched lifeboats, gave them three life flares, and some food and supplies."

"Hmm, do you think anyone will rescue them?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no... it depends on luck?" You Yang sighed.

"I was thinking, if I were put on a lifeboat," Jingzhi raised her hand to shield her eyes from the sun, her tone calm: "Would you stay with me?"

"Huh?" You Yang was taken aback, then his gaze deepened: "Wherever you go, I'll go."

"Really?" Jingzhi looked up at his resolute chin: "Have you remembered anything?"

"Remember what?"

"Who am I?"

"You're the squid's mother..."

Jingzhi froze: "You still haven't remembered?"

"Well, but I don't think I dislike you either. What about you?" You Yang lowered his head, his nose filled with her rich fragrance: "Do you dislike me?"

"How could I?" Jingzhi smiled: "Aren't we on our honeymoon?"

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Auctioning Off a Real Honeymoon .

What should a real honeymoon be like?

Jingzhi looked up, her gaze towards You Yang filled with confusion. She should have been angry and disgusted, but You Yang's amnesia seemed to have made her more at ease.

Yes, the previous awkwardness was gone; it had become just a game without responsibility, and this realization brought Jingzhi a sense of relief.

A fake honeymoon?

"Hmm," You Yang said softly, "Perhaps it will begin with a kiss?"

Jingzhi stared at him in surprise, her eyes wide. "No, you don't need to kiss me in public; they're pirates!"

You Yang raised an eyebrow, as if he couldn't believe his ears: "I think we just heard someone say we're on our honeymoon."

You Yang's reminder made Jingzhi's heart sink. He was right, she had just said it, but…

“How was it?” You Yang asked her, “Was my kiss really that bad?”

Jingzhi didn't want to look into his mocking eyes, and just lowered her voice to say, “Was it necessary? Those pirates wouldn't notice such details.”

“Don't use that as an excuse to reject me,” You Yang whispered in Jingzhi's ear, “Don't you want to help me regain my memory?”

“But…”

“There are no buts…” You Yang smiled faintly, turning his gaze to the side, “What role do you play in my life?” His slightly annoyed voice made Jingzhi both annoyed and excited.

Annoyed that You Yang didn't remember her, excited that he seemed very interested in her, and she didn't seem to dislike it.

The Emerald finally stopped at the dock of Treasure Island. The crew busily anchored and unloaded cargo. The two of them silently watched these busy figures, each lost in their own thoughts.

Jingzhi noticed that the island wasn't as desolate as she had imagined. In fact, it had a modern town, and in areas far from the town center, like the rest of the island, it presented a vibrant tropical landscape.

Palm and coconut trees swayed in the sea breeze.

"Well, welcome to my little kingdom!" Han Cheng shouted behind them. "It feels like home here, children."

After a busy day, the Emerald, having unloaded its spoils, sailed away with its cargo ship.

Han Cheng didn't leave; only his first and second mates—the twin brothers—each commanded a ship.

Apparently, they wanted to sell the cargo ship as soon as possible. It would be taken to a remote harbor, the cargo sold, the ship repainted, the records changed…

Soon, the missing cargo ship would become a forever unsolved mystery.

Jingzhi sat on the dock, the night sky above her sparkling like a diamond-studded constellation.

She took a deep breath, inhaling the salty sea breeze. She had been informed that there would be a celebration dance in town in half an hour. To be precise, looking towards the town not far away, she could see brightly lit neon lights and a bustling crowd.

Jingzhi couldn't understand how this small island could be associated with pirates; to be precise, this island seemed more like a tourist resort.

"Jingzhi, so you're here."

Jingzhi turned around and found You Yang right behind her. She hadn't even noticed when he had arrived.

She smiled, her heart racing because of You Yang's casual attire.

You Yang looked like a pirate. He wore a snow-white retro-style shirt with wide sleeves and an open collar, and his jeans and boots further emphasized his rugged appearance.

Most strikingly, he wore an eyepatch over one of his eyes, a symbol of pirates.

"What's with this outfit?" Jingzhi almost burst out laughing. "Where did you get this?" "

It's a costume from the town's little theater troupe," Youyang spun around on the spot. "To celebrate our honeymoon, my uncle threw us a party. I played a Viking pirate from Northern Europe, and you..."

Jingzhi smiled. "Playing a stranded girl?"

"Yes," Youyang nimbly jumped to Jingzhi's side, sat down next to her, and, imitating her, dangled his legs over the dock, swinging them.

The rolling waves were beneath their feet, the slowly rising tides carrying a specific rhythm that hypnotized them.

"Have fun," Youyang reached out and took her hand. "You'll have to put on makeup later."

Makeup?

Good heavens! When Jingzhi was grabbed by several native girls and forced to change into a nearly tattered long dress, she finally understood why Youyang had been hesitant.

That dress was truly a survivor—it was clearly made of good quality, easily torn to shreds, but thankfully the lace petticoat underneath was intact.

They loosened her hair, tying it loosely into a disheveled princess hairstyle.

This was tolerable, but what was unbearable was binding her wrists with soft leather rope.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Jingzhi struggled in confusion.

But the native girls giggled, speaking in a language Jingzhi couldn't understand, then hurriedly applied makeup to her, before holding a mirror in front of her.

Jingzhi stared wide-eyed in surprise, and the girl in the mirror stared back—a look almost like a wild gypsy woman—messy hair, exaggerated eyeshadow, small, red lips…

Was this her?

The woman in the mirror seemed like a dream, not existing…

What followed felt even more like a dream. Led by the women, Jingzhi stumbled through curtain after curtain, layer upon layer, until suddenly she found herself under a spotlight.

"The next entertainment: auctioning off female slaves!" With a loud opening announcement, half the spotlight shone on Han Cheng, who strode onto the stage.

Han Cheng was dressed like a senior manager at the New York Stock Exchange, impeccably dressed in a suit, but his nonchalant smile betrayed his true identity.

Jingzhi was blinded by the dazzling light, startled by the half-truthful words. She wasn't sure if the statement held true, but the laughter from the audience suddenly made her heart clench with sorrow.

Perhaps, if this were truly a honeymoon, this game of playing the role of a slave girl would be a once-in-a-lifetime celebration. But now, this scene suddenly reminded Jingzhi of five years ago, when Wu Yanya had assessed her like livestock.

God, when would this game end? Jingzhi longed to escape this place, to escape this terrifying so-called auction.

"A beautiful female slave..." Han Cheng took Jingzhi's hand: "A gentleman who bids the highest price can take her away."

Although she knew it was a joke, a game, it was impossible to forget the most hidden fear in her life.

Amidst the clamor of bidding, Jingzhi anxiously scanned the hall, searching for You Yang, disguised as a one-eyed pirate, in the bustling crowd.

But she couldn't find him!

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