202: Chapter 202 Do you also think I was wrong?

Su Qingxue froze.

Lin Fan had already walked out.

The air outside was a bit colder than in the alcove.

The wind blew into the cave entrance, whipping up half a circle of ashes from the campfire before they fell back to the ground.

Everyone looked at him.

Song Ya wanted to ask, but didn't dare to speak up.

Xu Zhixia squatted beside the medicine bag, her gaze pausing on Lin Fan's face.

Liu Feifei covered the swollen half of her face, sensed something was wrong, and inched toward the stone wall.

Yang Ningcong sat on a rock, his neck had just been bandaged, and the cloth in his mouth had already been removed.

Seeing Lin Fan come out, he thought Su Qingxue had persuaded him.

This young master immediately perked up.

"That intern, Qingxue must have made things clear to you, right?"

He cleared his throat, and as his neck moved, he winced in pain.

"If you untie me now, we still have room to talk."

"I can let go of the things you did before. Really, I, Yang Ningcong, keep my word."

"After we go back, I'll have my dad arrange a position for you. Don't stay in a place like Shengtang, it has no future. Come to the Yang family; Administrative Deputy General Manager Assistant doesn't sound big, but it pays well."

No one spoke.

Yang Ningcong became more and more fluent as he spoke.

"Of course, the premise is that you know what's good for you."

"Don't really think of yourself as somebody. This is a Deserted Island, how many days can you act tough? What about after going back? Aren't you still just an intern?"

"If I seriously pursue the matter of you putting a knife to my neck, your whole family will suffer along with you."

Song Ya's face fell, and Lin Fan's expression was already very wrong. She tried to persuade him, "Young Master Yang, say a little less."

Yang Ningcong glared at her, "Shut up, what kind of thing are you? A little intern dares to..."

Before he finished speaking.

Lin Fan kicked him in the chest.

Yang Ningcong, along with the rock, flipped backward, his back hitting the cave wall, squeezing a strange cry out of his throat.

"Lin Fan!"

Su Qingxue chased out from the alcove, just in time to see this scene.

Lin Fan didn't stop.

He walked over, grabbed Yang Ningcong by the collar, and pulled him up from the ground.

A fist landed on his stomach.

Yang Ningcong's eyes bulged, and his aristocratic airs vanished on the spot.

The second punch smashed into his shoulder socket.

The third punch hit the side of his face.

Xu Zhixia frowned, "Don't hit the neck, his wound was just treated."

Lin Fan changed places.

A knee jabbed against the outside of Yang Ningcong's thigh.

Yang Ningcong curled up in pain. The rope on his feet hadn't been untied yet, so he could only twitch on the ground in pain.

"Don't hit me anymore! Don't hit me anymore!"

He shouted even more miserably than when his wound was being cleaned just now.

"Master Lin! Master Lin, I was wrong!"

"I have a foul mouth!"

"I'm not human!"

"My whole family... is not human..."

Song Ya stood aside, wanting to stop it, yet feeling that this beating was well-deserved.

Su Qingxue stopped at the curtain entrance.

She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Lin Fan's last punch landed on Yang Ningcong's abdomen.

Yang Ningcong knelt on the ground, his forehead pressing against the gravel, spitting out a bit of sour water.

Lin Fan released his collar.

"If I hear you talking bullshit again, I'll cut out your tongue today..."

"Yes, yes... I understand."

Lin Fan shook his hands, turned around, and walked to the cave entrance.

The wind blew up from below the slope, carrying moisture and the smell of sand.

That choked-up feeling in his chest finally dissipated a little.

Beating Su Qingxue was pointless.

Beating Yang Ningcong made him feel a lot more comfortable inside.

No one in the cave dared to speak again.

Yang Ningcong lay prone on the ground, unable to get up for a long time. The sour water in his stomach had finished vomiting out, leaving only dry retching.

Liu Feifei shrank against the stone wall, her face still swollen, but her eyes kept glancing outside the cave entrance.

The signal flare was fired, but she didn't know if it was useful.

The most useful PLB was below, but that safe required Yang Ningcong's fingerprint.

That was the only thing to leave this island. Even if Xu Zhixia went down, they definitely wouldn't give her that safe.

Now that Lin Fan wouldn't let people go, that thing couldn't be brought up, and they could only wait.

But the word "rescue", after being spoken out by Su Qingxue just now, was like a hook hanging in everyone's throat.

Two months.

For Lin Fan, these two months had ground a person into stone.

But for Liu Feifei, these two months were hell.

She used to live in hotels; she could scold her manager if the bedsheets weren't soft enough.

Now she slept on grass mats, ate smoked meat, her face was bitten by mosquitoes so she couldn't appear on camera, and she had old injuries on her legs.

The most fatal thing was that she didn't know if her face could ever recover.

She was a big star.

Tens of millions of fans on Weibo, people picking her up at the airport, people photographing her on the red carpet, and brands lining up to send gifts.

After going back, even if her fan base collapsed, even if she was mocked, even if her resources were downgraded, it would still be ten thousand times better than being here.

In civilized society, she could still act pure, cry while issuing statements, and claim to be a victim.

Here, even washing her face depended on whether Lin Fan had extra water.

Liu Feifei desperately wanted to ask: Why not let Yang Ningcong go turn on the equipment?

The words reached her throat and were swallowed back down.

She glanced at Yang Ningcong.

This Young Master Yang had just finished taking a beating, still humming softly in his mouth, his whole body curled up like a shrimp.

Forget it.

The wealthy young master had been beaten to this extent; she, someone who relied on her face to make a living, had no need to offer up her face for a second slap.

Zhou Kai leaned against the stone wall. Whatever was said inside just now, the people in the cave had heard most of it.

Everyone has their own logic.

But in this ghost place, reasoning cannot be eaten as food.

If Lin Fan fell, none of these people could hope to have a good time.

Song Ya lowered her head; she also wanted to go home.

She wanted to take a hot bath, eat a bowl of hot noodle soup, lie on a bed that didn't let in the wind, charge her phone, and call her parents.

But she wouldn't persuade Lin Fan, because she knew she didn't have the qualification.

The reason she could survive until now relied on Lin Fan.

Su Qingxue went back to the alcove.

Xu Zhixia glanced at Su Qingxue.

Now she had figured out the order on this island: an intern from Su Qingxue's company had now become the person in charge of this island.

Judging from Su Qingxue's words, Su Qingxue probably had already lost her purity.

Xu Zhixia walked in.

The light in the alcove was dim, and Su Qingxue leaned against the stone wall. She didn't look like she had just finished arguing with someone.

More like a chairperson who had been defeated in a meeting.

The polite words on the surface were done, and everything left was a mess of bad accounts.

Xu Zhixia put down the curtain.

The two were separated by half a step.

"You heard everything just now?" Su Qingxue asked.

"I heard it."

Su Qingxue smiled with little strength, "Embarrassing, right?"

Xu Zhixia didn't take up that topic.

"A bit better than that time in college when you hugged the toilet and cried, saying you'd never drink vodka again."

Su Qingxue glanced at her.

"You still remember?"

"You vomited on my shoes," Xu Zhixia said. "I wore those shoes for three years."

Su Qingxue was silent for a few seconds.

Between old friends, some words don't need padding.

The more familiar they were, the better they knew where could be touched and where couldn't be touched.

Su Qingxue said in a low voice, "Do you also think I was wrong?"

Xu Zhixia looked at her, "You want to go back, that's not wrong."

"Then me asking him to let Young Master Yang open the safe isn't wrong either!"

"From the logic of civilized society, it's not wrong," Xu Zhixia said. "From here, there's a problem."

Su Qingxue raised her head, "How long have you been here?"

"A few hours."

"A few hours, and you've already stood on his side?"