“How did you know?”
Màn Jie was clearly very surprised by her answer.
Cen Yingshuang wanted to ask herself the same question.
How could she be so certain, blurting out a name she’d only heard once, almost without hesitation?
But his looks and aura were just too striking, too distinctive, making him impossible to forget.
When she saw his back and the way he walked as he came ashore and headed inside the cabin, she immediately merged him with the person she’d seen at the airport.
Fiji had a big temperature difference between day and night.
Water kept dripping from Cen Yingshuang, and she trembled uncontrollably.
It was because of the cold, but also because of him.
He had an oppressive, dangerous presence like the abyss beneath a cliff, but at the same time, he was mysterious and irresistibly attractive.
“Just a guess.”
Cen Yingshuang’s teeth chattered.
“I heard he owns several private islands in Fiji. The one we’re staying on is his too.”
Màn Jie said.
“How do you know that?”
Cen Yingshuang was curious.
“The director told me. Not long after you went into the water, he said the yacht across from us was being used by He Yuzhou. He’s diving here, so the pilot took our yacht farther away, worried we’d disturb him.”
No wonder, when she surfaced beside the speedboat, she’d noticed the director’s yacht was so far away.
Actually, even if Màn Jie hadn’t said it, Cen Yingshuang would have guessed this island belonged to He Yuzhou.
Last night, she’d been too frightened to think straight, her mind a mess, but once she calmed down, it became clear.
If the other party really was some underworld society, she wouldn’t have been allowed to leave unharmed last night.
If it was He Yuzhou, as the director said, Cen Yingshuang could pretty much guess why a group of black-clad bodyguards had blocked her last night. Someone like him would definitely value his privacy.
Lost in thought, she heard Màn Jie speak again.
“Do you know what other people call him?”
Màn Jie said, “Super Cash Flow.”
“Other tycoons mostly have assets in stocks or company valuations, but he’s different. He has more cash than you could ever imagine.”
“Buying a few islands is nothing to him.”
Màn Jie sighed.
“This is what a real rich person looks like.”
Just then, Màn Jie seemed to remember something and continued, “Do you remember last year when you filmed in West City and East Mountain for location shots?”
“I remember.”
Cen Yingshuang wrapped her towel tighter and sniffled.
“That East Mountain Temple was built with his personal funds. Nearly three billion. For him, money really is just a number.”
Cen Yingshuang had a deep impression of East Mountain Temple, because it was the largest temple in the country, lavishly constructed.
At the summit stood the world’s tallest Buddha Statue, and the temple’s domed ceiling gleamed with golden light.
Most importantly, there wasn’t a trace of commercialization—food, lodging, and travel were all free.
Cen Yingshuang suddenly understood.
“Ah…that temple! I even tied a Wish Ribbon there.”
She’d thought it was quite effective. Looks like she should go fulfill her wish sometime.
As she was saying this, the speedboat had already reached the yacht. The crew carefully helped her up onto the yacht.
The director came out as well. Cen Yingshuang, a little nervous, asked in English, “Director, how was it? Did I pass?”
The director beamed, clapping his hands as he spoke: “Shuang, perfect! Absolutely perfect!”
Underwater scenes like this were extremely difficult to shoot, especially since this wasn’t a set but the real ocean, with so many uncontrollable factors.
Cen Yingshuang had performed very professionally.
Most importantly, her face—no matter how it was filmed, it was flawless.
The director loved working with smart, easygoing people like her.
Seeing the director’s reaction, Cen Yingshuang knew he was very satisfied.
She let out a long sigh of relief. Getting the director’s approval made her proud and shy at the same time, her cheeks turning red as she softly said thank you.
The director patted her shoulder and reminded her to quickly change clothes so she wouldn’t catch a chill.
By the time she got back to the villa by the sea, it was completely dark.
Today’s filming had gone very smoothly. Tomorrow, she could leave Fiji and fly to New York.
Things were moving even faster than Cen Yingshuang had planned. At this rate, she could return home several days before his birthday.
The more she thought about it, the happier she felt, and she couldn’t wait to start packing. The first thing she picked up was the shell on her dressing table.
After putting it into her suitcase, she wondered if it was too little.
Thinking of this, she glanced at the wall clock. It wasn’t too late yet.
She decided to pick up a few more shells on the beach after dinner with the director and the others.
Last night was just a misunderstanding.
There weren’t any dangerous people on this island.
As long as she didn’t go near the area where He Yuzhou was staying, she’d be fine.
Màn Jie knocked on the door, calling her downstairs for dinner.
Cen Yingshuang opened the door but hadn’t stepped out yet when Màn Jie saw what she was wearing and pushed her back inside, displeased.
“Ay, what are you wearing? Go change, wear something prettier!”
She was just wearing a simple white T-shirt and loose jeans.
She pouted and tried to hide, “No, it’s just dinner, as long as I’m comfortable.”
“Just dinner? Do you know who you’re eating with?”
Màn Jie’s expression was exaggerated and excited.
“The director just told me, He Yuzhou is hosting us tonight as the host! Such a formal occasion, do you think it’s appropriate to dress so casually? My little ancestor!”
Hearing the words “He Yuzhou,” Cen Yingshuang froze, and her first reaction was to recall that moment in the sea when he’d swum up from the cliff.
Màn Jie had already opened her wardrobe and picked out a jade-green spaghetti-strap dress.
“This one’s good. Come, wear this.”
After a whole afternoon of filming, Cen Yingshuang was exhausted, and she really didn’t have the energy to dress up like a porcelain doll anymore.
But Màn Jie had a point—if everyone else was dressed up and she showed up in short sleeves and slippers, it would be rude.
Cen Yingshuang pulled herself together and changed into the dress Màn Jie picked. It was made of lightweight gauze, very thin and soft, with a vintage, elegant twist-knot design on the chest.
The left side was decorated with layers of ruffled waves.
The special fabric shimmered in the light, turning into a Merman Princess Gold hue.
Though Cen Yingshuang was still young, her figure had developed beautifully, and the fitted dress showcased her curves to perfection.
A classic angelic face, a devilish figure.
She didn’t need much makeup at all, just a dab of lip gloss.
“So beautiful, so beautiful.”
Even Màn Jie couldn’t take her eyes off her.
She’d regretted that Cen Yingshuang’s face hadn’t had a chance to shine in front of He Yuzhou last time—now the opportunity had come!
Cen Yingshuang went downstairs with Màn Jie.
Several business cars were parked outside, and all the crew members got into separate cars.
The island was so big that it actually took almost half an hour to drive to the dining location.
Cen Yingshuang fell asleep in the car.
When they arrived, Màn Jie poked her shoulder, and she woke up groggily, following the group out of the car half-asleep.
She yawned.
As her vision cleared, she froze in place at the sight before her.
She saw a row of overwater villas standing above the sea.
Built with marine-grade concrete, a long aluminum roadway connected the villas above the water, allowing people to walk freely without needing a boat.
A middle-aged Fijian man in a suit, with dark skin—probably the butler—came out to lead them.
Cen Yingshuang stepped onto the roadway, looking at the churning sea below her feet.
She was a little afraid to move, but also found it amazing and exciting.
They entered the first villa.
The decor wasn’t as artfully complex as the seaside villa, but rather exuded luxury and a sense of advanced technology, with waterproof, corrosion-proof, and even bulletproof features.
The dining hall was large and located on the basement level—underwater, naturally.
Outside the windows was clear blue sea, this being a shallow area, with colorful fish swimming past.
Cen Yingshuang went over and pressed against the glass, gazing at the little fish.