Xiao Lingchen rushed to the railing, only to catch a glimpse of the water splashing.

The veins on his forehead bulged as Xiao Lingchen stared at Feng Yi with a grim expression, his voice hoarse, "Why didn’t you stop her."

Knowing somewhat of Xiao Lingchen’s feelings for Ye Jiuliang, Feng Yi clutched the rope, coldly smiling, "Young Master Xiao, this matter seems to have nothing to do with you."

Not to mention that he couldn’t have stopped what Ye Jiuliang was determined to do, even if he could, what did it have to do with him, Xiao Lingchen?

It was really laughable.

Their eyes met, full of animosity.

Xiao Lingchen was the first to look away, turning his gaze towards the unfathomable ocean.

"Li Mochan." Ye Jiuliang emerged from the water, shaking the droplets from her face as she searched urgently for that familiar silhouette.

The icy seawater lapped against her body, turning her lips white from the cold.

"Li Mochan..."

Li Mochan, if you dare to have an accident, you and I are far from done.

"I’m here, don’t be afraid." The deep and mellow voice overwhelmed the roaring waves, falling on her ears as if it were heavenly music.

Joy sprang to Ye Jiuliang’s brows, and before she could turn her head, her slender body was enveloped in the man’s cold embrace.

"Silly girl, do you know how cold the sea is? Who allowed you to jump down?" Li Mochan tightened his embrace around his treasure, stars of distress flickering in his eyes.

Ye Jiuliang turned around to see the man’s exquisitely handsome face breach into her field of vision. She raised her hands to hug his neck, grumbling, "Li Mochan, you scared the life out of me."

Her tone was sassy, hiding a trace of lingering fear.

Li Mochan pressed the little wolf cub closer into his arms, the corners of his thin lips curving into a doting smile.

He hadn’t even married her; how could he let anything happen to himself?

As she calmed down, the faint scent of blood reached her nose, and Ye Jiuliang’s heart tightened.

"Li Mochan, are you hurt?"

Li Mochan held her hand, soothing her softly, "It’s nothing, it’s that man in black’s blood, not mine, don’t worry."

"The man in black?" Ye Jiuliang was surprised.

Li Mochan hummed a response, "Let’s get up and talk."

On the deck, Feng Yi stared intently at the rope and the ocean, keeping vigilant for any movement.

"They’re back, they’re safe." Charles, the old grandfather, found a flashlight and, with the help of the light, saw the figures floating on the sea, exclaiming with joy.

Feng Yi followed his gaze to see two figures side by side, swimming rapidly towards the cruise ship.

That’s great, it’s good they’re okay.

He breathed a sigh of relief, turned, and picked up the rope from the ground, flinging it out with force, "Mohan, catch."

Xiao Lingchen watched the two close together with a complex expression.

He reached out to grab Ye Jiuliang’s rope but was preempted by the person beside him.

"I’ll do it myself, no need for Young Master Xiao’s help," Feng Yi said in a flat tone, then pulled the rope up.

Ye Jiuliang casually wound the rope around her hands a couple of times and climbed onto the cruise ship with agile movements.

Following her, Li Mochan grabbed the rope and climbed aboard the ship.

"You two really scared me to death," Feng Yi said, casting a side glance at the pair, now that he was assured they were fine, he felt like teasing them.

Ye Jiuliang shook the water off her head, with the cold wind passing through, her exquisite little face alarmingly pale.

Damn it.

She really was freezing to death.

"Wrap this around you, don’t catch a cold." Mrs. Charles handed Little Tuanzi to her husband and then passed a blanket to Ye Jiuliang.

"Ye, I really can’t thank you enough." Her eyes teary, her voice choked with gratitude.

Li Mochan took the blanket, wrapping it directly around Ye Jiuliang, and then swept her into his arms.

"Feng Yi, where’s a room?"

"The end of the corridor on the third floor." Having nothing better to do, Feng Yi had explored the entire cruise ship and had grown familiar with its layout.

Ye Jiuliang tugged at the blanket draped over her shoulders, her gaze deep as she looked toward Little Tuanzi in old Charles’s arms, "Grandma Charles, you all go ahead and take Bentley back to the room to rest, I’ll come to find you later."

"Mm." Grandma Charles nodded.

Xiao Lingchen watched as Li Mochan carried the person away, his feet rooted to the spot, as if leaden and unable to move any further.

Her eyes only saw Li Mochan, was he the only one she cared about?

Was it really that important who came first or who came after?

He lowered his eyes, feeling a vague constriction in his chest.

It was like a lemon was lodged there, so sour, so sour.

Thankfully, the cruise ship had good sound insulation, and the thunderous rainstorm provided cover, or else this rainy night’s skirmish would have caused outright panic.

**

After escorting the Charles couple back to their room and finding a doctor for Little Tuanzi, Feng Yi hadn’t caught his breath when he was clearly instructed by a call from Li Mochan.

"Knock knock—" Feng Yi knocked casually twice, and soon the door opened.

Li Mochan was wearing a bathrobe, his hair half-dried, embodying a decadent beauty in his disarray.

"Here." Feng Yi handed him two garment bags, "These are prepared by the cruise ship for the guests, you just make do with them."

Li Mochan took them, glanced at the clothes in the bags, his brows slightly furrowed.

He reached out to take the purple dress, his handsome face darkening.

Just these two pieces of fabric, for him to dress his cub in?

No way, absolutely not.

"Why that expression? This dress is the latest fashion," sensing the low pressure emanating from him, Feng Yi said rather obliviously.

Li Mochan tossed the dress aside, his face unhappy.

Bare-backed, with a slit hem, it was vulgar and intolerable, not suited for his cub at all.

Li Mochan took his own clothes and walked towards the bathroom.

Feng Yi followed him, only to be met with a slammed door.

"Bang—" Feng Yi touched his nose, which was nearly hit by the door.

"Mohan, what exactly happened just now, were those people targeting Jiuliang?"

Feng Yi had a multitude of questions at the bottom of his heart, and he found Ye Jiuliang increasingly mysterious. A young girl who had been thrown abroad by the Ye Family since childhood, what exactly had happened to her, no one knew.

One could say Ye Jiuliang was smart, with thoughts so deep not even he could see through her, wild and proud, yet no one could handle her. Oddly enough, that’s what was strange.

With no one to rely on, she remained just as assertive. Unless there was only one reason: she possessed the strength to be prideful.

But, how much did Mohan really know about her, did he truly understand who Ye Jiuliang was?

After hesitating for a long time, he slowly asked, "Mohan, have you investigated Jiuliang?"

As he spoke, the door opened.

Li Mochan had changed into a black casual outfit, his sleeves casually rolled up, his inky hair slightly tousled, his profound eyes concealing brilliance, surpassing the splendor of a myriad stars.

His long legs strode forward, every movement radiating the aura of a boss, absolutely explosive.

Passing by Feng Yi, he dropped three words, "I trust her."

Then, he strode out of the room without stopping.

Feng Yi was stunned for a moment, and by the time he reacted, the figure was already gone.

He touched his forehead, smiling helplessly, what was he supposed to say?

Is this how crazy people in love are?