134: Chapter 134 There is no fourth one.

"You don't have to use protection, but you have to agree to a few conditions for me." Su Qingxue spoke directly without caring about Lin Fan's expression.

The corner of Lin Fan's mouth twitched.

This woman was truly astute, making him take off his pants before discussing conditions with him.

"Speak."

Su Qingxue tilted her head slightly, brushed aside the hair stuck to the corner of her mouth, and locked her gaze on Lin Fan's eyes.

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"If you are to be the master of this island, I must be the mistress of this island."

Lin Fan didn't say a word.

"In your security priority list, I rank first."

"If something happens, no matter what it is, you must protect me first and foremost."

"And it must be ahead of Song Ya."

Lin Fan's hand was still resting on her waist, his thumb rubbing against the skin of her waistline. The movement was slow, but he didn't continue any further down.

He stared at Su Qingxue for three seconds.

Then he extended his right index finger and lightly stroked the tip of her nose.

"Little vixen."

Su Qingxue's brow furrowed slightly—not out of offense, but because she hadn't expected Lin Fan to respond in this manner.

"You're lying right here and still thinking about negotiating a deal." Lin Fan's tone carried a hint of amusement, though what lay beneath that amusement was hard to discern. "Then do you know that Song Ya is your lifesaving benefactor?"

"If it weren't for Song Ya, you'd probably be a corpse by now."

Su Qingxue knew that, of course.

But knowing was one thing, and prioritization was another.

"A savior is a savior, and safety prioritization is safety prioritization." Su Qingxue's tone didn't loosen up. "These are two different things."

Lin Fan looked at her and let out a chuckle.

This laughter bounced twice against the rock wall of the alcove, sounding muffled.

"Su Qingxue, you really are something."

Su Qingxue's hands pressed against his chest, her palms gradually exerting force as she made a motion to push him away.

It wasn't a real push.

It was a signal.

If you don't agree, this matter ends right here.

Lin Fan felt that strength; it wasn't large, merely symbolic, but the meaning was very clear.

He lowered his head to look at Su Qingxue's face.

There was no superfluous expression on this face; her lips were pursed, her chin slightly raised, and her neck taut into a straight line.

Her lips, which had just been kissed, shimmered with moisture, forming an extremely twisted contrast with her expression at this moment.

Her body was hot, but her face was cold.

"Fine."

"You rank first, and if anything happens, I'll definitely protect you."

Lin Fan thought to himself that agreeing was one thing, and whether he could actually pull it off was another.

Su Qingxue's hands relaxed, and Lin Fan couldn't wait any longer.

"I'm not done yet."

Lin Fan's expression stiffened for half a beat.

"For resource distribution, I get the same treatment as Song Ya. Water, food, medicine—whatever she has, I must have too."

"Fine."

"Third, Zhang Tao, Zhou Kai, including Wang Lan—anyone must respect me, just like back at the company."

"Fine."

"Fourth..."

"Are you ever going to finish? Do you fucking have a fifth and sixth as well?"

Su Qingxue looked at him.

That gaze of hers was very strange. Clearly lying beneath someone else, pinned down so heavily she couldn't move at all, yet the angle from which she looked at Lin Fan was not looking up, but looking eye-to-eye.

"Fourth..."

Su Qingxue's mouth remained open, the latter half of her sentence held back at the base of her tongue, unspoken.

She had originally thought of the fourth condition: after returning, everything that happened on the island would not be spoken of by her.

But she needed Lin Fan not to speak of it either, and ensure others wouldn't either.

Su Qingxue's position in the Shengtang Group wasn't attained based on her looks.

Su Zhenbang had cultivated her for over twenty years, hiring private tutors since elementary school, attending an international school in middle school, and studying finance at Wharton Business School for university. As soon as she returned to the country, she took over Shengtang. Whenever the capital circle mentioned the three words Su Qingxue, their immediate reaction was beautiful and capable.

Such a persona could not tolerate the slightest stain.

If she could leave this Deserted Island alive.

What kind of people would be on the rescue ship?

People from the Maritime Safety Administration, definitely. Media personnel, most likely.

People from her father, Su Zhenbang? Without a doubt.

The Legal Department, Public Relations Department, and security team of the Shengtang Group—people who couldn't fit on one ship would be split across two.

What kind of man was her old man Su Zhenbang? What storms hadn't he seen?

The news of his daughter's disappearance had been suppressed for so long; when she returned, the first thing Su Zhenbang would do wouldn't be to hug her and cry, but to have the legal team seal off all information channels and control the mouths of every survivor.

By that time, all these things Lin Fan did on the island—whether killing people, coercion, or having relations with her—would all be cleaned up completely by the people of the Su Family.

There were many ways to handle it.

The gentlest way: signing a confidentiality agreement, paying hush money, enough to live on for a lifetime.

The ungentle way... what couldn't that group of people raised by her own father accomplish?

An intern with a monthly salary of 3,500, with no family standing, no background, and social connections as thin as paper.

In civilized society, if the Su Family wanted such a person to disappear, they wouldn't even need to resort to illegal methods.

A piece of paper, a sum of money, a new identity, thrown into god knows which city, and he would never be able to flip the tables in this lifetime.

What if Lin Fan didn't cooperate?

Then it wouldn't be something that could be resolved by signing an agreement.

Her own father would not allow matters between the eldest miss of the Su Family and a bottom-feeder to spread out.

It wasn't a moral issue; it was a matter of face.

The circle of relationships the Su Family had cultivated in the capital for decades—the wives' club of Financial Street, the elite socialites and noblewomen at political and business gatherings—how would they view this?

Su Qingxue and an intern with a monthly salary of 3,500 on a Deserted Island...

She didn't even dare to imagine it.

Su Zhenbang would personally nail this matter shut inside a coffin. Thinking of this, the corner of Su Qingxue's mouth twitched.

Therefore, the fourth condition actually didn't need to be raised.

"There is no fourth."

Su Qingxue exhaled that breath, and her gaze leveled out.

Lin Fan looked at her and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Have you thought it through? Don't fucking bring up conditions halfway through me going."

"I've thought it through."

Lin Fan stopped talking nonsense.

He lowered his head.

Su Qingxue's hands withdrew from his chest, resting by her sides, her five fingers relaxed and placed flat against the fabric of her shirt.

Her chin was still raised.

Her eyes looked at the rock wall above her head.

There were water stains on the rock surface, streak after streak. Irregular patterns spread downward from the cracks. She stared at those patterns, counting three, then counting another three.

Lin Fan's movements weren't rough, but they couldn't be considered gentle either.

To be precise, he didn't have the concept of being "gentle."

Before coming to the Deserted Island, his most intimate contact with a woman was being squeezed against a mature woman's chest on the subway. He didn't know what foreplay was, nor did he intend to learn.

Su Qingxue let out a hiss.

It was very brief, leaking out from between her teeth.

Then she shut her mouth, shutting it tightly, her lips pressed into a slit, the muscles of her cheeks taut.

Making no sound.

This was the line she drew for herself: her body could be given, but her voice couldn't.

Lin Fan noticed it.

"Does it hurt?"