Volume 1, Chapter 63: Miss Shen Is Likely Beyond Saving

Bo Congnan was so startled that he quickly grabbed the armrests of his chair, his face instantly turning pale with panic.

This was in sharp contrast to his calm and composed demeanor just moments ago.

Shen Yikang sat firmly in his seat, wearing a deeply solemn expression.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed under Shen Yikang's gaze, Bo Congnan turned to ask Li Shuo what had just happened.

"Boss, the aircraft just entered an unstable air pocket, causing some slight turbulence."

Hearing this, Bo Congnan let out a sigh of relief.

Years ago, he had sworn an oath that in this lifetime he would love only Zhiyi, or else meet a miserable death.

Shen Yikang had been present on the day he made that vow.

The plane had jolted right as he finished speaking; anyone unaware of the circumstances might have thought the heavens themselves were intervening.

I curled my lips in a mocking sneer.

If the heavens truly had eyes, a bolt of lightning should have struck down you and that scumbag Meng Xiangyi to ashes!

Silence fell inside the cabin once more. Shen Yikang closed his eyes and remained silent, his hand tightly clutching the small race car pendant.

Bo Congnan also closed his eyes to catch some light sleep.

Perhaps from sheer exhaustion, Bo Congnan drifted off to sleep almost immediately.

In his dream, he was walking down a pitch-black alley that seemed to stretch on infinitely without end.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared ahead, and a slender silhouette emerged from the shadows.

Bo Congnan hurried forward, chasing after it. "Zhiyi... Zhiyi..."

Yet no matter how frantically he called out, the figure refused to look back.

Bo Congnan picked up his pace, but no matter how fast he ran, he could never catch up, and the figure drifted further and further away.

"Zhiyi, wait for me, please wait for me..."

Bo Congnan shouted toward the retreating figure, his voice choked with utter despair.

She actually walked away without even glancing back.

She had never treated him this way before.

Desperate to catch up and demand an explanation, Bo Congnan suddenly felt the ground vanish beneath his feet, and his entire body plummeted into an endless abyss of darkness.

"Boss, are you alright?"

Bo Congnan snapped his eyes open, covered in cold sweat and breathing heavily.

He looked around alertly, realizing he was still inside the cabin. It took him a moment to process that it had all just been a dream.

Bo Congnan pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his brow.

Over the past few days, he had dreamt of Zhiyi repeatedly. In the dreams, she had refused to even speak to him, and this time, she hadn't even deigned to look at him.

Could it be that something had truly happened to Zhiyi?

Was that why she was visiting his dreams to reproach him?

Bo Congnan pressed his thin lips into a tight line, speechless for a long moment, a dull ache throbbing in his chest.

If anything had genuinely happened to Zhiyi, he would never forgive himself.

"How much longer until we arrive?"

"Since Devil's Island is currently under partial armed control, landing directly would pose severe risks. Therefore, we will land in Country M at Bo's private airstrip ahead of schedule. Estimated landing time is in ten minutes."

Bo Congnan gathered his composure and looked up, only to find Shen Yikang staring fixedly at him.

Shen Yikang asked, "Did you dream of Zhiyi?"

Bo Congnan raised an eyebrow. "How did you know?"

Without answering, Shen Yikang lowered his gaze and muttered, "Could it be that Zhiyi really is in danger..."

Noticing Shen Yikang's grave expression, Bo Congnan felt a surge of anxiety in his voice. "Dad, what are you talking about? What could have happened to Zhiyi?"

Quietly, Shen Yikang distanced himself slightly from Bo Congnan, his tone thick with profound worry. "I dreamt of Zhiyi just now as well. In my dream, she didn't say a single word, just kept walking straight ahead."

Shen Yikang raised a hand to wipe the corner of his eye. "Could Zhiyi... possibly... have already died on Devil's Island? If anything happens to her, I will never let you off!"

Bo Congnan was so frightened he nearly tumbled out of his seat. Staring at Shen Yikang in disbelief, he blurted out, "Dad, what does Zhiyi going to Devil's Island have to do with me?"

Furious, Shen Yikang cursed, "How can you say it has nothing to do with you? If you hadn't insisted on abandoning Zhiyi on your wedding day, would she have been angry enough to run away from home? I'm telling you, this is all your fault! With your mouth you claim you want to marry Zhiyi, yet every single day you trail after Xiangyi like a lost puppy, even committing the monstrous transgression of abandoning your bride on your wedding day!"

"Bo Congnan, I don't care how powerful your Bo family is; I, Shen Yikang, only have these two daughters. If you dare to harbor any schemes behind my back regarding Xiangyi, I will make you pay!"

Heh.

Watching Shen Yikang's face flush red with anger, I couldn't help letting out a soft laugh.

Before our wedding, I had occasionally complained because Bo Congnan grew far too close to Meng Xiangyi.

Not daring to speak of it to Fang Lanru, I could only confide in Shen Yikang privately.

I had hoped Shen Yikang would step in and put a stop to it.

Back then, although Shen Yikang listened, he never took it to heart. He merely exchanged a few casual words with Meng Xiangyi and Bo Congnan separately.

Just a few perfunctory remarks.

Meng Xiangyi and Bo Congnan brushed them off instantly, and within days, they were right back to going on ski trips together.

When Shen Yikang found out, he didn't say a word.

Instead, he tried to comfort me, saying, "Your sister and Congnan both work in the racing industry, so it's only natural they have more topics in common. Congnan merely respects Xiangyi like an older sister; stop letting your imagination run wild over nothing."

In their eyes, Meng Xiangyi was an accomplished race car driver, adored and pursued by countless admirers.

Whereas I was nothing more than a vase with a pretty face.

Weak-willed, aloof, prone to petty tantrums, and of humble birth.

In short, to outsiders, I had not a single redeeming quality aside from my appearance.

If Shen Yikang ever discovered what Bo Congnan and Meng Xiangyi had been doing behind their backs, I wondered what he would think.

Would he still consider Meng Xiangyi a heroic, innocent, and straightforward person then?

Just the thought of it made it thoroughly entertaining.

I truly hoped to live long enough to witness that day arrive.

Bo Congnan's eyes darkened, as though a raw nerve had been struck. He lowered his voice in defense, "Dad, Sister Xiangyi and I share a purely platonic sibling bond, stop talking nonsense. If Zhiyi hears about this, she'll throw another tantrum."

Shen Yikang let out a cold snort and fell silent.

I shook my head with a smile. True to form, Bo Congnan—even when leaving, he had snuck around behind the Shen family's backs to flirt with Meng Xiangyi in her hospital room, yet now he had the nerve to utter such words?

Ten minutes later.

The aircraft successfully touched down at the private airstrip.

As a premier tycoon family in City A, the Bo family possessed substantial assets even overseas in Country M.

Consequently, the moment Bo Congnan's plane landed, someone hurried over to greet them.

At the head of the group was an asset manager richly compensated by the Bo family, entrusted with managing half of their overseas portfolio.

He was a middle-aged man in his forties.

Looking visibly concerned, the asset manager spoke up, "Young Master Bo, the situation in Country M is extremely volatile right now, and multiple factions have their eyes on Devil's Island. If we blindly head onto the island right now, we will undoubtedly be walking into grave danger."

Impatient to see me, Bo Congnan paid no attention to his warning and asked on his own accord, "What is Zhiyi's current situation?"

What he actually wanted to ask was whether I had been bullied or mistreated.

Yet the words stuck in his throat, impossible to voice.

Anyone capable of working in the upper management of the Bo enterprise was exceptionally sharp.

Naturally, they knew what Bo Congnan was really asking.

Bo Congnan had married the daughter of the Shen family.

The wedding had been immensely grand; who wasn't aware that Bo Congnan's wife bore the surname Shen?

"Ever since receiving Assistant Li's instructions, I've had informants planted on Devil's Island. I just received word that Miss Shen has already been locked inside Room 404, and I'm afraid... she may not survive."