Chu Yunhao jumped down, but it was purely for his own image. After all, Su Qiong, his cousin, had jumped down first. If he didn't act, the "devoted-love-to-wife" persona he cultivated would collapse completely, wouldn't it!
She tugged at Lu Qing's sleeve, tilted her head to look at him. On her delicate face, light and shadow shifted, and those pitch-dark eyes stared directly at him. She blinked, her voice soft:
"Take me away from here, okay?"
Since waking up in the hospital, she had never spoken to him in this tone.
Lu Qing's heart felt like it had been scratched by cat's claws—itchy, with a hint of numbness.
He uttered an "Mm" in response.
Soon, the sound of helicopter rotors spinning came from above the ship, and the people on the deck hurriedly scattered.
"Let's go."
He said, pulling her onto the helicopter. She was in a bit of a daze, so...
She said she wanted to leave, and he went ahead and arranged a helicopter for her?
