"You don’t actually have any high-definition uncensored photos of me!" Ling Yichuan thought for a moment, then suddenly said to him.
Yu Zexiao responded with a cool laugh on the other end, "Whether I do or don’t, what does it matter? As long as the main characters of this affair are you two, it’s fine."
"You!——" Ling Yichuan flew into a rage, "You’re ruthless!" He held back for a long time but eventually couldn’t help asking, "What do you want from me in the middle of the night!"
Yu Zexiao glanced at Jian Anning, whose face showed some embarrassment, and said, "I’m trapped on Huxin Island in Houhu."
Ling Yichuan was startled, "What happened? Didn’t you have me buy you a boat last time?"
Yu Zexiao nodded, "That’s the boat. However, it drifted away."
Ling Yichuan: "......"
"Also," Yu Zexiao continued, glancing at Jian Anning, "go get a set of lady’s clothes."
Ling Yichuan was taken aback again, "What’s this about?"
As Yu Zexiao’s gaze turned to him and Jian Anning wished she could crawl into a hole, he spoke naturally, "Oh, I tore up Anning’s clothes, and I’m worried she might catch cold."
Ling Yichuan’s expression quickly changed from "......" to "!!!!" He lost all reluctance and pumped up as if injected with adrenaline, said, "I’ll be right there!"
Ling Yichuan was indeed quick, it took him less than an hour from hanging up the phone to almost arriving.
It’s just that Yu Zexiao and Jian Anning were trapped on the little island, while Ling Yichuan was on the shore.
Because the fog was too thick, Ling Yichuan couldn’t see them either.
Luckily, since Yu Zexiao had asked Ling Yichuan to help him find a boat before, he happened to have contacts with the local ferry companies. After all, this was Neihu, and no matter how many yachts Ling Yichuan had, he couldn’t sail it here.
Immediately, Ling Yichuan contacted the ferry company and, using both threats and bribes, convinced them to send over a boat. In the meantime, he also told Yu Zexiao and Jian Anning to get ready and to be careful not to show their faces.
Yu Zexiao was well disguised—big black-framed glasses and a duckbill cap.
The clothes he wore were also very casual in style, nothing like his usual image of a refined young master.
Although that was the case, Ling Yichuan was well prepared—he had someone find a hooded garment and a mask to conceal Yu Zexiao’s face.
Of course, all this had to be done without letting the media get wind of it—after all, this was the busy Houhu!
The only stroke of luck was the heavy fog that day, meaning the media couldn’t see much even if they had heard something stirred up—they could barely make out addresses through the fog, let alone clear faces.
After all the detours, when Ling Yichuan finally boarded the small boat, rocking gently on the one personally dispatched by the ferry company, it was already past four in the morning.
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Before setting foot on the island, Ling Yichuan had the foresight not to bring the boatman with him but instead leaped over by himself. When he landed and took a look around, he couldn’t help but laugh.
There, perhaps because they had been waiting too long, Jian Anning was leaning on Yu Zexiao’s shoulder. The two were nestled together on the stone steps in front of the waterside pavilion, Yu Zexiao’s jacket draped over Anning’s shoulders, her black hair cascading down as she slept soundly!