Chapter 23: Desert Island Survival? No, a Seaside Vacation!

The northern side of the island.

He Ran clumsily climbed a tree and retrieved the supply box.

“Open it and see.”

Inside the box was a single bag of sunflower seeds.

The four of them fell silent.

Who puts sunflower seeds in a survival supply box on a desert island?!

Li Qingqing sighed: “I was already thirsty… If I had known, I’d have gone to find a water source.”

Jiang Yurou sneered: “Going to drink that water?”

Li Qingqing had no response.

A few scattered live comments appeared:

“Just came from the next room, and they even got chicken soup!”

“This side finally feels normal.”

“Boring… let’s watch Wen Lingyue instead.”

After eating and drinking, Wen Lingyue strolled around the jungle and yawned. “How about a nap?”

Lin Rui questioned his own ears: “Sis, aren’t we supposed to be surviving on a desert island?”

“What desert island survival?” Wen Lingyue replied lazily. “The producers already said, this is a seaside vacation.”

“…Fine.”

The four of them walked to the beach and set up two tents.

Then, each pair went into a tent. Soon, the tents were zipped up, and the figures disappeared.

The viewers in the live stream were baffled: “??”

“Director, I’m reporting them for slacking off!”

“They really went on a vacation on a desert island!”

The audience in front of the camera felt deeply unbalanced.

The sun began to set.

Exhausted, Jiang Yurou and her group arrived at the beach and were shocked to see tents standing there. “Someone’s here?”

They approached and called out: “Anyone here?”

“Yes.”

The two tents opened, and the four, still half-asleep, emerged.

Zhou Huailang was stunned: “You… were sleeping?”

He Ran asked: “Did you find supplies?”

“Nope,” Lin Rui yawned.

“Heh—”

Jiang Yurou mocked: “Sleeping when you haven’t found supplies? Bold of you.”

Yu Yan’s temper flared: “You’ve been out all day! What did you find?”

“Compressed biscuits!”

Jiang Yurou smirked: “But those are our supplies. If you want them, find your own.”

“…”

Yu Yan’s mouth twitched: “You’re lucky to have even found compressed biscuits.”

Jiang Yurou became even more smug: “So, Wen Lingyue didn’t give you anything to eat?”

“Nope.”

Wen Lingyue had just made food for them directly.

Jiang Yurou happily raised her chin at Wen Lingyue: “Too bad, we don’t have much of these biscuits, otherwise we could share some with you.”

“How about this? You come with us tomorrow,” she said in a seemingly generous tone.

Wen Lingyue: “Come with you… and starve nine times in three days?”

“What do you mean?”

Jiang Yurou scowled: “You found nothing, so we’re taking you with us to find something. You should be grateful.”

The viewers couldn’t even watch.

“Saying that in front of Wen Lingyue… Jiang Yurou really has no shame.”

“Can’t wait for Sister Wen to slap her down.”

Wen Lingyue ignored her. The golden sun sank, and the sunset glimmered across the sea. She gazed at the horizon and suddenly said, “Let’s eat seafood tonight.”

“Yes!” Pei Jingli and the others exclaimed in unison.

Jiang Yurou frowned: “Seafood?”

They hadn’t found any supplies—where would the seafood come from?

Lin Rui pulled out a pot and handed it to Wen Lingyue, bowing slightly: “Here you go, Sister Wen.”

Jiang Yurou asked, puzzled: “What are you doing?”

“Harvesting seafood from the tide.”

As the waves receded, Wen Lingyue began collecting seafood.

Scallops, abalone, shrimp, crabs… the retreating tide left a bounty on the sand. She carefully picked and filled a pot with seafood.

Jiang Yurou watched her back and scoffed: “Now you’re hunting seafood… do you even have the means to cook it?”

He Ran chimed in: “Our compressed biscuits are still easier.”

Li Qingqing said nothing, quietly swallowing a biscuit, nearly choking.

After a long, exhausting day, her hungry stomach forced her to eat the compressed biscuit, though she would have preferred anything else.

The four absent-mindedly thought about other things, occasionally glancing at Wen Lingyue. Even the bland biscuits felt tasteless.

Wen Lingyue was busy with the tide, while Pei Jingli and the others were far from idle.

Yu Yan collected branches, Pei Jingli caught fish, and Lin Rui moved a large rock to serve as a table, taking out the wild vegetables and seasonings prepared at noon.

Soon, the beach clearing was filled with supplies.

Jiang Yurou emerged from the tent at the noise and frowned: “Weren’t you supposed to not find any supplies?”

“We didn’t,” Lin Rui grinned. “These are nature’s gifts.”

He shot Jiang Yurou a look: “What, want to mooch some food?”

“Heh.”

Jiang Yurou forced a smile: “You’re making quite a scene. Don’t be surprised if you end up with nothing to eat.”

“No need to worry about that,” Lin Rui replied.

Jiang Yurou stormed back into her tent.

Wen Lingyue went to the mountain spring, cleaned the seafood of sand, and picked some wild fruits nearby, returning fully laden.

The sun hadn’t fully set yet, painting the sky with sunset hues.

Pei Jingli built a fire and grilled the fish on a makeshift rack.

The aroma of fresh, primitive food wafted through the air.

He Ran, chewing his dry biscuit, couldn’t sit still. He rushed out: “How do you already have fish?!”

“Caught them in the river.”

He Ran realized something: “By the water source?”

“Mm.”

Meanwhile, Lin Rui built a second fire to steam the cleaned seafood.

He Ran’s eyes couldn’t look away: “You even have seafood?”

Lin Rui was surprised: “Sister Wen just caught it. Didn’t you see?”

Soon, a third fire was lit.

He Ran felt almost numb: “What’s that pot for?”

“Seafood soup.”

Shrimp, bamboo fungus, scallops… Wen Lingyue tossed several types into the pot and made a hearty seafood soup. Then she prepared two cold dishes with wild vegetables and wood ear mushrooms, and washed a bowl of wild fruits.

A dazzling feast filled the table.

He Ran was dumbfounded.

The viewers were speechless—is this still desert island survival?!

Even their own dining table wasn’t this abundant.

He Ran said: “This is so lavish… you won’t even finish it, right?”

“We’ll finish it. After all, we worked hard all day.”

Lin Rui forced a smile: “Not as easy as you, with your ready-made compressed biscuits.”

Doing nothing and expecting ready-made food? Dream on!

He Ran stayed silent, quietly retreating. Seeing Li Qingqing craning her neck, he muttered: “They’re grilling fish over there.”

“And making seafood soup.”

“And two cold dishes and wild fruits.”

Li Qingqing quietly swallowed.

Jiang Yurou gritted her teeth: “We can’t even be sure if any of this is edible.”

Zhou Huailang glanced at her but said nothing.

Wen Lingyue sat on a rock facing the sea, the sunset casting a glow on her delicate features—ethereal beauty.

The audience was momentarily stunned:

“She’s so beautiful!”

“Even if she does nothing, I could watch her all day.”

“Here.”

Pei Jingli, at some point, had woven a flower crown and smiled gently at Wen Lingyue: “Made it casually, don’t mind it.”

Wen Lingyue smiled and placed it on her head.

Lin Rui, seeing this, eagerly poured her a cup of water: “Sister Wen, you’ve worked hard. I’ll handle the rest.”

Yu Yan, who hadn’t done anything, winked: “Want me to give you a shoulder massage?”

The viewers burst out laughing.

It was happening!

Wen Lingyue turned back: “No need, Yu Yan, just focus on being beautiful.”

Who doesn’t like compliments?

Especially from a true beauty.

Yu Yan’s red lips curved as she gave Wen Lingyue a flirtatious glance.

“You two are a bit flirty!”

“Yu Yue CP is real!”

“Can’t help shipping them.”

Watching from the monitors, Fu Xin pressed his chest, feeling his blood pressure spike.