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Fang Rou, who had her eyes closed, screamed from shock. Before she could react in any way, she was yanked out of the window.

"Song Song..." A very gentle and soft voice fell in Su Zhinian’s ears before it was swallowed up by another sound, the sound of something falling into the water.

Su Zhinian frowned, realizing then that "Song Song" was Qin Yinan’s term of endearment for Song Qingchun. He immediately rushed towards the window. The yacht was moving so fast that in just a second, they were already far away from where they had been. Su Zhinian looked out of the window and saw there were two figures floating in the open sea.

"Qin..." Su Zhinian had only called out on word before a loud explosion caused the sea’s surface to roil with heavy waves. The ship rocked, causing Su Zhinian to grip the rail to steady himself.

Salty sea water fell from the sky like rain, pitter-pattering as it fell on the yacht. After a long time, the sea reverted to its usual calmness. The golden sun by now was half submerged behind horizon, and the sea was dyed a brilliant red-gold hue.

The scenery was exceptionally beautiful.

Su Zhinian slowly slid down onto the deck like the energy in his body had left him. His heart seemed to have stopped beating like something was holding it hostage.

It was until only when a sliver of the sun remained in the sky that Su Zhinian slowly recovered.

The yacht continued to move endlessly towards its mysterious destination. The temperature out in the sea dropped lower and lower. As the last bit of light was going to disappear, Su Zhinian caught sight of something floating toward them on the ocean.

It was a blue shirt and golden buttons. His hands clenched into fists, and it was then that he realized that his palms were pierced through with shattered glasses.

That’s Qin Yinan’s suit jacket... But we’re already more than several hundred metres away from the explosion, just how strong was the explosive force that it would push his clothes to this spot?

...

After taking down the two powerful security guards, he had his hands on his waist trying to catch his breath when the yacht that Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian were on suddenly shot out of the dock.

Song Song is pregnant, Fang Rou is a master manipulator, and Tang Nuan is dead...

As these thoughts filtered through Qin Yinan’s mind, his heart constricted. It was not that he didn’t have faith in Su Zhinian—that man loved Song Song with all his being, so how could he not protect her?

However, he still couldn’t stop worrying. He rushed to jump onto one of the vacant jet skis and chased after the ship. After half an hour of high-speeding racing, Qin Yinan finally caught up to the yacht.

Qin Yinan, who had two years of military training, was far more agile than a normal individual. He scanned the side of the cruise before grabbing onto the indentations on the wall to scale the side of the ship.