Wen Baozhu walked quickly, gradually leaving the two voices behind until she could no longer hear them.
She had no time to take the remarks of those two ladies to heart. She had more important things to do at the moment.
She wanted to confront Fu Lian and find out whether he had brought her on board the yacht just to declare war on Li Wenshu.
The faster she walked, the more flustered she became.
Actually, the answer was quite obvious, wasn't it?
The expensive necklace given to her before boarding, the luxury yacht only accessible to the rich and famous with permits, the fact that it wouldn't dock until dawn, and him introducing her to every big shot on board to increase her presence...
All these actions pointed to one thing.
He was using her as a fuse to prove to everyone that he, Fu Lian, had absolute say in the Fu family.
But what made Wen Baozhu anxious and sad wasn't this.
As a pawn, it wasn't up to her to decide how, when, and where she would be used.
She just wanted to ask Fu Lian why he couldn't have told her in advance.
She had no choice, but at least she should have been informed of what was coming next.
Boarding the yacht was glamorous, but she would have to get off eventually.
Did Fu Lian plan to let her get off the yacht without any knowledge and face the storm of the Hong Kong media and gossips?
But when she came, Fu Lian had told her that he just wanted to take her to watch a fireworks show.
Lost in her thoughts, walking on the swaying corridor of the yacht, she was eager to find Fu Lian and ask him face to face.
When she returned to the previous spot, Fu Lian was no longer there.
She guessed that he might have gone into the cabin. Just as she turned around to enter the cabin, she was stopped by a waiter in a white shirt and a black vest.
"Excuse me, are you Ms. Wen Baozhu?"
The waiter was polite. Wen Baozhu paused for a moment and nodded.
After getting a positive answer, the waiter smiled politely. "Mr. Fu asked me to convey a message. He wants me to take you to him."
Wen Baozhu didn't suspect anything and followed the waiter.
The yacht swayed gently with the waves, and the sea breeze had picked up. Wen Baozhu instinctively tightened the collar of her coat.
Suddenly, the waiter in front stopped at a corner of the corridor.
"Sorry, ma'am. I just remembered something."
Wen Baozhu was stunned. Before she could ask what it was, she was suddenly grabbed from behind.
Before she could scream for help, her mouth was covered, and her eyes widened in horror.
Her first reaction was to struggle. She looked at the waiter across from her with pleading eyes, but the waiter just folded his arms and remained unmoved.
"Sorry, Ms. Wen. We're just doing our job for the money."
"Good luck."
The next second, Wen Baozhu was lifted into the air, thrown over the railing, and dropped into the sea.
Inside the cabin, a ball was in full swing. The melodious dance music lingered, while no one noticed the sound of the water outside.
The tiny splash was like a stone dropped into the vast ocean, unnoticed by anyone.
The sea water was icy cold.
Wen Baozhu fell into the sea. The pressure difference almost pierced her eardrums. The cold water enveloped her whole body, spreading from her limbs.
The huge cruise ship was right in front of her. The sense of oppression brought by this giant object filled her with fear.
She wanted to scream for help, but too much sea water rushed into her mouth and nose. As soon as she opened her mouth, she couldn't stop coughing.
The high - frequency struggle quickly drained her strength, and her body temperature was gradually dropping.
Wen Baozhu called for help on the sea, but no one could hear her voice.
Survival efforts seemed futile. There was no response on the dark sea, and even the patrol boat was out of sight.
Until she exhausted all her strength, her eyes became heavy and she couldn't keep them open. She vaguely had a premonition that she might die here today.
She had no time to think about who had hired someone to kill her, nor did she care about when she had offended someone.
She just felt it was a pity.
She had lived in this world for a while, but the child in her belly hadn't even seen the world yet and was about to be buried in the belly of the fish with her.
Wen Baozhu closed her eyes. Until the last moment before she lost consciousness, her hand still protected her belly.
Unconscious and completely out of instinct.
...
Soaked in the sea water, Wen Baozhu couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion. She wasn't even sure if she was still alive.
She could still taste the salty and humid smell of the sea water when she breathed, but the scene in front of her was completely different.
Wen Baozhu found that she had returned to Fucheng.
She was sitting in the yard of her home in Fucheng, leaning against her grandmother. She pointed at the leaves on the big pagoda tree outside the door and said that they were almost all gone.
At this moment, a tall and strong man pushed the door open and walked in, with a confident and proud smile on his face.
He called Zhang Sumei his wife and asked Wen Baozhu to call him Dad.
Wen Baozhu stared at this strange man who suddenly appeared in the house with her big curious eyes.
The man said that he had earned a lot of money outside these years and could support Baozhu, his wife, and his mother - in - law.
The man also said that he would never leave again and would accompany Baozhu well to make up for the more than twenty years of lost company.
Zhang Sumei also looked very happy. She pushed Wen Baozhu in front of the man. "Baozhu, quick, call Dad."
Wen Baozhu looked up, blinking her eyes, but she just couldn't say the word "Dad".
At the dinner table, the man picked up some dishes for her and looked at her with concern. He asked why she was so thin and hadn't grown well.
Wen Baozhu wanted to retort that she was in good health, but when she looked down, she found that her waist had become much thinner.
She had to swallow her words and obediently lower her head to eat.
The man laughed heartily and lovingly rubbed her head, saying that he would love Baozhu well from now on.
Wen Baozhu was a little confused. She realized that this was the kind of emotion called "fatherly love" that she had never experienced before.
Grandma also kept filling Wen Baozhu's bowl with rice until her belly was bulging and she couldn't swallow another bite.
Seeing her grandmother walking steadily, Wen Baozhu exclaimed, "Grandma, your legs are better!"
Grandma shook her head with a smile. "Grandma's legs have always been fine."
Wen Baozhu was at a loss. "But you were..."
Zhang Sumei cleared her throat and interrupted the conversation. "There's something I haven't had time to tell you today."
"A Hong Kong tycoon wants to take our Baozhu to Hong Kong to be the wife of the Fu family. I'm so reluctant to let my daughter go so far away!"
Grandma quickly shook her head. "No, no. Baozhu has never been far from home since she was a child. We can't let her go so far to make a living."
Zhang Sumei put her hands on her hips and looked very proud. "I directly refused that man. I told him to find a wife somewhere else. He can pay as much as he wants, but he can't have our Baozhu!"
So indignant, so just.
This wasn't the Zhang Sumei in Wen Baozhu's memory.