Chu Yunhao jumped down, but it was purely for his own image. After all, Su Qiong, his cousin, had jumped down first. If he didn’t act, the "devoted-love-to-wife" persona he cultivated would collapse completely, wouldn’t it!
She tugged at Lu Qing’s sleeve, tilted her head to look at him. On her delicate face, light and shadow shifted, and those pitch-dark eyes stared directly at him. She blinked, her voice soft:
"Take me away from here, okay?"
Since waking up in the hospital, she had never spoken to him in this tone.
Lu Qing’s heart felt like it had been scratched by cat’s claws—itchy, with a hint of numbness.
He uttered an "Mm" in response.
Soon, the sound of helicopter rotors spinning came from above the ship, and the people on the deck hurriedly scattered.
He said, pulling her onto the helicopter. She was in a bit of a daze, so...
She said she wanted to leave, and he went ahead and arranged a helicopter for her?
As the helicopter ascended, she looked down at the people who had been rescued. They were lying on the deck, gasping for breath, like half-dead dogs.
Su Moli and Chu Yunhao stared dumbfounded at the helicopter, looking utterly ridiculous.
Qin Miaomiao suddenly laughed, raised her middle finger at them, and mouthed something. Even from such a distance, they couldn’t hear her, but based on her lip movements, it was clear she mouthed two words.
Su Moli’s face turned pale. It seemed... she said "Su Jin"!
Su Jin? Why did she say Su Jin?
Could it be that she knew she wasn’t Su Jin?
Shocked and angry, Su Moli suddenly fainted!
Watching the panic-stricken faces on the deck, Qin Miaomiao took a deep breath. The first battle—she won.
"It seems you’re quite pleased with yourself."
Lu Qing’s voice came from close by. His hand was still at her waist, and the two of them were practically glued together.
Qin Miaomiao quickly broke free from his embrace, shuffled to the side, and grabbed a handle with one hand to prevent herself from falling due to the turbulence.
"Mr. Lu, thank you for lending your assistance."
Lu Qing stared at her profile, his gaze intense, as if he wanted to burn holes into her face. His voice was so low and magnetic that it almost seemed a waste that he wasn’t a singer.
"Used me for your purposes, and now you’re planning to turn your back on me?"
Feeling the palpable danger, Qin Miaomiao couldn’t help but let her mind wander with random thoughts. This man’s eyes were far too sharp, and she didn’t even dare to meet his gaze.
"Who’s using you? I’m just... just..."
"You just picked up the invitation card I left in the trash, snuck onto the yacht, yet ended up bullied and almost pushed into the sea. Qin Miaomiao, where is your brain? When you decided to provoke these people, did you even think about a backup plan first?"
She had won swimming championships, you know!
Lu Qing’s lips curled with a hint of a cold sneer: "If you’d managed to kill Mrs. Chu, do you think Chu Yunhao would’ve let you off the hook? Out at sea, making someone disappear is the easiest thing in the world."
Qin Miaomiao felt as if she’d been drenched in cold water from head to toe. Her face gradually darkened.
Indeed, within Chu Yunhao’s domain, she might not be able to take Su Moli’s life; instead, she might find herself eliminated by them.
Given a second chance at life, she had almost committed another fatal mistake! Just downright foolish.
"I’m sorry. I was too impulsive."
She lowered her head, her face pale. Her eyelashes resembled feathers, dropping shadows as they hung low. Although she wore a safety harness, her snow-white neck was exposed.
Lu Qing’s attention was effortlessly drawn to her. He raised his hand to gently ruffle her soft hair. The texture was excellent—just like the Persian cat he owned. But this cat carried claws; not only was it not docile, it scratched back.
He uttered another faint "Mm," his gaze dark and unreadable, as it lingered on her snow-white neck.