Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhan Lingfeng carefully lifted Gu Nanyan into his arms, cradling her as if she were fragile crystal, holding her tightly against his chest.
The onlookers couldn't help but cringe.
Ouch, their teeth ached from the sweetness!
Ugh, they felt like vomiting!
In the back row, a group of black-clad n tied up like dumplings stared in disbelief, whispering among themselves:
"Is my vision failing ? That delicate woman... is that really Gu Nanyan?"
"No mistake, it's her—the sa woman who rides a giant tiger like a domineering queen!"
"..."
The world was changing too fast for them to keep up.
On the way back, Gu Nanyan remained in Zhan Lingfeng's arms the entire ti, refusing to take a single step on her own.
The path through the center of the island was treacherous, and the all-terrain vehicles had been left parked at the outskirts.
Zhan Lingfeng had to carry Gu Nanyan for three hours to reach their destination.
Even with his exceptional stamina, holding a full-grown woman in a princess carry for three hours over rough terrain left him drenched in sweat.
Zhan Yi trailed behind, glaring daggers at Gu Nanyan, willing her to show so self-awareness and walk on her own.
Did she think he didn’t know? Gu Nanyan could *fly*—scaling walls and darting across rooftops with lightning speed.
Yet, after an hour of relentless staring, Gu Nanyan acted oblivious, lounging comfortably in Zhan Lingfeng's embrace, murmuring sweetly.
"See that tree over there?" Gu Nanyan pointed to a tall, straight tree ahead. "Out of all the trees on this island, that one is the straightest, the most upright. The mont I saw it, I thought of you.
You’re both like towering white poplars."
Zhan Lingfeng’s face flushed.
"Look, there’s a kind of red berry there—so sweet. I kept thinking, when you arrived, I’d take you to taste them."
Zhan Lingfeng’s blush deepened.
"Now look at the sky. That little green bird—isn’t it beautiful? Its song is so lovely. Let’s keep a pet soday, maybe a kitten. We’ll raise it together."
That was it. Zhan Lingfeng was now completely red.
Zhan Yi watched, jaw slack. This—this Gu Nanyan was *too* smooth!
Oh no, oh no. His master, the unshakable Zhan Lingfeng, was being thoroughly chard, falling head over heels.
The man looked like he was floating on clouds, probably forgetting his own na.
Zhan Yi sighed heavily. Who would’ve thought? His iron-willed, no-nonsense master, tad by a woman.
After his lant, Zhan Yi dutifully spoke up, "Master, should we rest for a while?"
Hearing this, Gu Nanyan glanced at Zhan Lingfeng, noticing the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
He *had* been carrying her for a long ti. He must be exhausted.
"Let’s take a break," Gu Nanyan said, gesturing to a nearby stone. "Sit there."
Zhan Yi was pleased. At least Gu Nanyan had so sense, knowing when to show concern.
But the next mont, his eyes nearly popped out of his skull.
Zhan Lingfeng sat down on the stone—*still holding Gu Nanyan in his lap!*
She *still* refused to get down!
Was this woman trying to work his master to death?!
Eventually, Gu Nanyan patted Zhan Lingfeng’s shoulder and slipped out of his arms, strolling to the side to enjoy the breeze.
Seizing the mont, Sister Twin hurried over.
She’d been watching Gu Nanyan closely the whole way, her sharp instincts honed from years in the girl group industry and raising her twin sister.
She’d sensed Zhan Yi’s irritation and worried Zhan Lingfeng might resent the burden, so she quietly approached Gu Nanyan to advise her.
"Maybe… don’t let him carry you the whole ti?"
Gu Nanyan picked up a leaf, studying its veins. At Sister Twin’s words, she smirked.
"Little girl, have you ever been in love?"
Sister Twin froze, then blushed and shook her head. "I’ve been in a girl group my whole career. No ti, and hardly any contact with n."
"You think I’m making him carry too much, that it’s tiring him out, don’t you?" Gu Nanyan countered. "But how do you know he isn’t *enjoying* it?"
Sister Twin was speechless.
Amused, Gu Nanyan tapped the leaf lightly on her head. "Tell , when you danced for on stage, was it from the heart?"
"Of course!" Sister Twin protested. She *wanted* to dance for Sister Yan.
"You wanted to be happy, right?"
Sister Twin nodded. "Yes."
Gu Nanyan smiled. "Zhan Lingfeng is the sa. I was trapped on this island. He was frantic, helpless, forced to watch suffer through a livestream. He bottled up all that frustration—he *needs* an outlet, needs to *do* sothing for .
He *wants* to rely on him.
I have to let him know he’s needed. That I missed him."
Sister Twin’s eyes widened in realization.
Gu Nanyan continued, "And in a relationship, you care for each other, but you also let the other person *give* to you. The more they invest, the deeper they fall.
People always cherish what they’ve poured their heart into—the als they cook, the gardens they tend, the flowers they nurture… and the lovers they’ve given their all to."
Sister Twin pondered this silently.
Gu Nanyan turned away, waving at Zhan Lingfeng.
Instantly, he bounded over and scooped her back into his arms.
Behind them, Zhan Yi nearly choked on his fury.
*Master, oh Master… what have you beco?*
Even the most devoted simp would bow to *you* as their grandmaster.
Finally, they reached the island’s edge.
Zhan Lingfeng’s bodyguards herded the black-clad n onto the boat.
"What about Fox?" Zhan Lingfeng asked.
He’d seen the livestream—knew Gu Nanyan had turned Fox, promising him 50 million. But were there other terms?
"Take him with the others, of course."
Gu Nanyan’s words stunned everyone.
Yang Tongtong blinked in confusion. "Sister Yan, are you…" *going back on your word?*
Zhou Qinian also looked at her.
Fox was no saint—he *was* one of the villains—but they’d struck a deal. Backing out now felt… dishonorable.
Fox hadn’t expected this betrayal. He sneered, "What brilliant scheming, Miss Gu. Ruthless to the bone—use , then toss to the wolves.
The whole world heard your promise on that livestream. Break it now, and you’ll drown in their scorn."
Gu Nanyan lifted her gaze, a frosty glint in her dark eyes.
For the first ti, displeasure flickered across her face, her aura sharpening like an unsheathed blade—ready to slice through flesh in an instant.
She laughed coldly. "I *did* promise to spare Fox. But what does that have to do with *you*, ng Li?"
The words detonated like a bomb.
What?
Fox… was *ng Li*?
But wasn’t ng Li still out there?
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