After the morning confession, Bei Yao also felt somewhat embarrassed.

Thinking about the Rebirth in Satan’s body that caused him unbearable pain, she felt Yu Shangxian’s suggestion wasn’t so terrible after all. Temporarily keeping distance could at least reduce Pei Chuan’s pain. After all, as Yu Shangxian said, they hadn’t yet found a solution for Rebirth.

As soon as Gao Qiong came out of the cabin and heard Mr. Yu was hung from the ship’s stern, she first went happily to the stern to observe Yu Shangxian hanging at sea.

She wore a seductive red dress, flipping her hair: “Oh my, isn’t this our Mr. Yu? The weather is so hot—Mr. Yu is even swimming in the sea.”

Yu Shangxian soaked in the water, smiling: “Not bad. Miss Gao is welcome to join if interested.”

Gao Qiong rolled her eyes: “You’re only good with words. Anyway, don’t expect me to plead for you. Last time I didn’t see much camaraderie from you either. Everyone protects themselves—just look after yourself.”

Yu Shangxian said gracefully: “Fair enough. I understand, I understand.”

Gao Qiong knew he’d made a mistake to end up like this. After asking two questions, Yu Shangxian just deflected with tai chi moves, not saying what he’d done wrong. Gao Qiong’s confusion was seventy to eighty percent resolved after seeing Bei Yao.

The girl was making fish soup in the kitchen. Bei Yao, afraid of dirtying her dress, wore an apron tied with a small, cute bow at the back.

Gao Qiong looked at the busy girl, lips twitching: “You’re still here?”

Bei Yao turned around, smiling: “Still here.”

Gao Qiong casually grabbed a sweet potato to chew. This was the cruise ship’s small kitchen. She’d heard Bei Yao was here and just came to check—didn’t expect to actually see her. She couldn’t tell if she was happy or disappointed. In any case, her feelings were very complicated.

Gao Qiong asked: “What are you doing?”

“Cooking fish soup.” Bei Yao didn’t dislike this “rival in love” Gao Qiong. Shallow smile rippled at her lips. “Cooking for Satan.”

Hearing this, Gao Qiong was immediately displeased. She almost instantly thought—to capture a man’s heart, first capture his stomach.

This fake! Her schemes run deep.

Gao Qiong crunched the sweet potato loudly, little sparks flying from her eyes.

The fish soup was ready—milky white. Who knew what the little vixen added—not a trace of fishy smell, instead fragrant and aromatic. Gao Qiong couldn’t help sniffing. The soup was very fresh.

Gao Qiong was about to say—Satan won’t drink what you cook, what if it’s poisoned?

But she saw Bei Yao remove her apron, requesting: “Miss Gao Qiong, please trouble you to take this to Satan. Also help plead for Mr. Yu—your relationship should be quite good.”

Gao Qiong said in surprise: “You’re not going yourself?”

Bei Yao said: “It’s not convenient for me now.”

Oh ho, rare thing—the little vixen actually isn’t clinging to Satan. Gao Qiong originally wanted to refuse, but thinking of Yu Shangxian at the stern, she couldn’t really not care. Late afternoon, UV rays were strong at sea. Even soaking in water, but the ship traveling so fast, it definitely wasn’t comfortable. Yu Shangxian wasn’t her—solidly built. Better not actually cause a death.

And she could see Satan! Delightful.

Gao Qiong picked up the fish soup. Seeing the little vixen looking at her eagerly, she hummed lightly: “Not afraid I’ll steal Satan away?”

Bei Yao said honestly: “Nearly ten years and you haven’t stolen him. Not worried about these two days.” To plead for Yu Shangxian, it had to be someone with status.

Making Gao Qiong angry: “You!”

Bei Yao showed a smile, no longer competitive, but gentle and warm: “Thank you, Miss Gao Qiong.”

Gao Qiong felt extremely awkward. When the little vixen smiled, she was actually quite pretty. She muttered: “Satan didn’t throw you to feed the fish…” Saying this, she carried the fish soup out.

She went up to the cabin. The soup bowl in her hand was blue and white porcelain, the color of sky after rain, delicate lid unable to contain the fragrance.

Gao Qiong smacked her lips, quite curious if this thing tasted good.

She knocked on the door. Inside, Pei Chuan heard footsteps. He first turned his head, clearly heard the steps, then his voice became indifferent: “Come in.”

Gao Qiong brought the fish soup over, revealing what she considered her most beautiful smile: “Satan! Afternoon soup.”

Pei Chuan lowered his gaze: “She cooked it?”

Gao Qiong: “Why don’t you think I cooked it?”

Pei Chuan was too lazy to answer her, asking: “Where is she?”

After fishing for a bit in the morning, he hadn’t seen Bei Yao again. Pei Chuan eased that pain in his heart, took pain medication—at least it helped a little. Originally thought he could keep her company all day. Didn’t expect to not see her the whole time.

Gao Qiong said unwillingly: “Just now in the kitchen. Probably back in her room now.”

Pei Chuan didn’t say anything more, picking up the bowl to drink the soup.

Gao Qiong said: “Please spare Yu Shangxian. His type with brains doesn’t have good physical quality. Don’t let him die.”

Pei Chuan said lightly: “He won’t die. Fish him out after dark.”

Gao Qiong was anxious. What did Yu Shangxian do? Satan actually didn’t plan to easily forgive him. Gao Qiong said carefully: “That fa— oh no, that young lady also hopes you’ll spare him.”

Pei Chuan pressed his lips, lowering his gaze without speaking.

She seemed quite concerned about Yu Shangxian.

The previous Bei Yao was sometimes like this too. Yu Shangxian’s thoughts were exquisite, he could talk—unlike his own dullness. When Bei Yao was by his side before, occasionally she’d also smile and talk with Yu Shangxian.

But facing him, she was like walking on thin ice.

He didn’t know if the little girl’s morning words “Bei Yao loves you” were comforting him, referring to the former Bei Yao, or speaking of herself.

Gao Qiong thought bringing up the fake would at least get Yu Shangxian fished out earlier.

But Yu Shangxian, who should have been retrieved at night, Pei Chuan showed no intention of fishing him out.

Gao Qiong went to the stern to check on him: “I tried. Satan’s mood isn’t great.”

Yu Shangxian’s face was pale, smiling bitterly: “I really brought this on myself.”

Then at night a storm arose.

Directly facing heavy rain at sea was quite spectacular. Gao Qiong saw the formerly sharp-tongued Yu Shangxian listless and secretly worried.

“Don’t you dare die.”

Yu Shangxian strained to pull his lips: “Don’t curse me.”

Satan was gentle yet cruel.

If it were Bei Yao, she might be somewhat surprised. But Gao Qiong felt it was completely normal. In this terrible world, too many people had already died. One more life like Yu Shangxian’s wasn’t much, one less wasn’t little.

Satan didn’t like anyone’s unauthorized decisions.

Gao Qiong gritted her teeth: “I have a way.” After nearly ten years, inevitably felt some sorrow when the hare dies, the fox grieves.

Yu Shangxian was about to ask—what are you going to do? Gao Qiong already ran off quickly.

She’d thought of what she considered a good idea. If Yu Shangxian knew she was following in his footsteps, he’d definitely vomit blood.

Gao Qiong knocked on Bei Yao’s door.

Bei Yao opened it: “Miss Gao Qiong, what’s the matter?”

Outside, thunder and rain clashed. Gao Qiong spoke in tragic grief: “I’ll help you.”

Bei Yao: “Huh?”

Gao Qiong said: “Do you know what I used to do?”

Bei Yao naturally didn’t know. She shook her head.

Gao Qiong said: “I was in the underworld—the fighting type.”

Bei Yao was confused. What did this have to do with anything?

Gao Qiong: “Just cooperate.”

The next moment, Bei Yao’s nose and mouth were covered. She smelled a familiar scent. Her forehead jumped—speechless. Not long ago Yu Shangxian also pulled this move.

But Gao Qiong, the former invincible delinquent girl, wasn’t just for show.

When Bei Yao was groggily brought to Pei Chuan’s door, she was still dazed.

Bei Yao gritted her teeth: “What are you doing?”

Gao Qiong pulled at her clothes while quietly saying tragically: “Didn’t you always want to get Satan? Maybe after tonight, he won’t think about you anymore. Remember to plead for Yu Shangxian—Satan doesn’t know what madness he’s having, still hasn’t fished him out.”

While stripping Bei Yao’s clothes, she could still spare attention to sigh at the little vixen’s good skin.

A feminine fragrance. Below fair, rounded shoulders, she could even see cleavage. Gao Qiong coughed, not daring to go too far, and knocked on the door.

Bei Yao was simply in awe of these two oddballs.

She said angrily: “You don’t understand the current situ—” She was specifically avoiding Pei Chuan because of “Rebirth.” Gao Qiong usually didn’t let her get close to Pei Chuan, now actually sending her here.

Gao Qiong covered her mouth: “Shh, you’re the one who doesn’t understand. Yu Shangxian is about to die. Anyway, you’re completing your mission. I’m also helping you.”

Helping my ass!

Bei Yao felt the force restraining her was unreasonably strong.

She blinked, trying to pry Gao Qiong’s hand off: “Pei Chuan isn’t that kind of person. This method won’t work.”

Moreover, he had Rebirth—seeing her caused pain, embracing and touching her caused even more pain. What was Gao Qiong thinking! Pei Chuan wouldn’t actively kiss or embrace her.

Gao Qiong said: “Alright, saying one thing meaning another. Shut up.”

“…”

She knocked on Pei Chuan’s door, then yanked Bei Yao’s clothes down.

As the two tussled, the door in front opened.

Gao Qiong shivered and ran off quickly.

The door opened, revealing a face wearing the fallen angel mask.

Bei Yao had inhaled mild drugs, couldn’t stand steady, and fell into his embrace.

The man sat in the wheelchair, freezing.

He steadied her bare shoulders.

The night sea roared. The air carried slight post-rain stuffiness.

Bei Yao’s legs were weak. She felt humiliated.

Really wanted to drag Gao Qiong out for a beating. Brain damaged! How could Pei Chuan possibly…

The man paused, sighed softly. His hand released for a moment, then silently embraced the half-naked girl tightly.

Beneath the fallen angel mask, he closed his eyes.

Bei Yao: “…?”