You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

Salty sea breezes swept across the panoramic deck on the top floor of the cruise ship.

Let this love confession, more sincere than any vow of eternal love, be combined with the fresh aroma of oysters.

It touched Shen Wanzhou's heart.

She obediently opened her mouth and swallowed the plump oyster meat.

His cheeks bulged slightly from chewing, like a satisfied little hamster.

Time, like the sea breeze over the Pacific Ocean, has swiftly turned a few pages of the calendar.

a few days later.

In the South Pacific, a private tropical island that has not been overdeveloped.

This island belongs to a top international luxury resort club.

Recently, a thrilling project called "immersive desert island survival" has become popular in this community.

While claiming it was for survival, the island was actually surrounded by numerous hidden rescue speedboats.

Only the most basic survival tools are allowed.

Let these capitalists, who are used to eating delicacies, experience a kind of masochistic return to primitiveness.

Shen Wanzhou was looking at brochures on the cruise ship.

Those shimmering, peach-blossom eyes, for once, lit up with a curious light.

For someone like her, who suffers from severe social anxiety and spends most of her time locking herself in a dark room, this is quite a challenge.

A deserted island, uninhabited, with only her and Chen Yuan.

It's simply the most perfect honeymoon destination in the world.

then.

That morning.

The helicopter rotors churned up fine white sand from the beach.

The two were placed on the edge of a pristine coconut grove on the east side of the island.

According to the club's rules, each person was only given a multi-tool, a magnesium rod, and a water bottle.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a lightweight khaki sun-protective windbreaker.

Wearing professional hiking boots.

Standing on the golden sand, I felt no fear whatsoever.

Instead, he looked around excitedly, like a primary school student on his first spring outing.

Chen Yuan was wearing a black quick-drying short-sleeved shirt.

His strong arm muscles gleamed with a healthy glow in the sunlight.

He tossed the military knife that had been distributed to him in his hand.

The blade spun in a circle on my fingertip.

This level of survival skill was beyond what he, a former assassin training camp on the dark web, had ever possessed.

It's a million times easier than cooking in the kitchen at Genting Highlands.

"Let's go, Boss Shen."

Chen Yuan tucked his military knife into the tactical strap at his waist.

He naturally took Shen Wanzhou's small hand, which was still somewhat warm.

"Let me show you our makeshift kitchen."

The two followed the coastline and found a sheltered cave.

There is a flat white sand beach in front of the cave.

Several hundred meters away.

On another beach on the west side of the island.

The art styles, however, present a stark contrast of two extremes.

Two other wealthy couples also arrived on the island at the same time.

I am currently experiencing the darkest moment of my life.

A real estate tycoon who usually acts arrogantly in Beijing.

He was squatting on the sand.

He was holding that dark magnesium rod in his hand.

He rubbed it desperately against a few dry leaves.

My hands were rubbed raw, but only a pitiful wisp of smoke came out; I didn't even see a spark.

"Ugh! Do you even know how to do this?!"

His girlfriend, an internet celebrity next to him, had a face full of hyaluronic acid injections and was sweating profusely from the heat.

The delicate sunscreen had long since turned into a mushy mess.

She was clutching her stomach and throwing a tantrum.

"I'm so hungry my stomach feels like it's sticking to my back!"

"Even the wild berries on this wretched island are sour. I knew I shouldn't have come here to suffer like this!"

The rich kid was so angry that he smashed the magnesium rod.

"What are you yelling about! This is called experiencing life!"

"If you're so capable, go fish in the sea!"

These two couples are aristocrats who usually spend tens of thousands of yuan on a single meal.

Now I'm so hungry my eyes are practically green, all I can do is hold a military knife.

At the edge of the woods, they were pitifully scraping the bark of a tree that was supposedly edible.

They put it in their mouths and chewed it, the bitter juice making them roll their eyes.

On the other side of the island.

The art style, however, is so bizarre it's like switching to the wrong channel.

On the white sand beach in front of the cave.

A bright orange bonfire was burning brightly.

Chen Yuan didn't even use a magnesium rod.

I found a piece of completely dried wood and used the back of my military knife with some dry grass.

They successfully started a fire by rubbing sticks together in less than three minutes.

On the fire.

Several large wild banana leaves were placed on the trellis.

Chen Yuan didn't gnaw on tree bark like those rich kids.

He settled Shen Wanzhou on a flat rock in the shady part of the cave.

Take off your shirt.

He was shirtless, revealing eight-pack abs that were as perfect as those of an ancient Greek sculpture.

He was only holding that military knife in his hand.

With a single leap, he plunged straight into the unfathomable depths of the azure sea.

Less than ten minutes.

The sea surface burst open with a crash.

Chen Yuan walked onto the beach, his body covered in glistening water droplets.

In his hands.

He was carrying two wild Australian lobsters, each as big as a washbasin.

The lobster's tail was still frantically flapping and thrashing in mid-air.

In the tactical net pocket at the waist.

It was also stuffed with seven or eight fist-sized, spiky purple sea urchins.

Shen Wanzhou sat on a rock, watching the man walk ashore.

Water droplets clung to his broad chest muscles, gleaming wildly in the sunlight.

Her breath caught in her throat for a moment.

Her cheeks instantly flushed a deep, ripe blush.

This man, even if he were left on a deserted island, would still be so dazzling that no one could take their eyes off him.

Chen Yuan walked to the campfire.

He skillfully plunged the general's knife into the lobster's head.

The movements were clean and swift, ending the prey's life in an instant.

No pot was brought.

He simply cut the lobster in half lengthwise.

The snow-white, firm shrimp meat was revealed inside.

Then, he took out two small glass bottles wrapped in waterproof bags from his pocket.

He had deliberately hidden this in the pocket of his windbreaker before coming to the island.

One bottle contained his secret-recipe garlic sauce, and the other contained top-grade rose sea salt.

For a master chef, even in wilderness survival, he can't let his wife's stomach suffer.

He spread the garlic sauce evenly on the split lobster meat.

Together with the prepared sea urchin.

Place it gently on the banana leaf that has been heated by the fire.

Sizzle—!

The intense heat instantly penetrated the banana leaves, roasting the lobster shells until they were bright red.

The shrimp meat sizzled enticingly as it was grilled over charcoal.

The white juice bubbled and boiled along the edge of the shrimp shell.

The garlic, when heated, releases an extremely strong and intense aroma.

It has a unique sweetness characteristic of seafood.

The breeze on the island quickly spread outwards.

The aroma was so strong it almost became tangible.

It not only filled the entire cave.

It even drifts along the coastline.

It burrowed into the nasal cavity of the group of rich kids who were gnawing on tree bark a few hundred meters away.

On the west side of the beach.

The rich kid who was chewing on tree bark, tears streaming down his face from the bitterness.

His movements suddenly froze.

He twitched his nose twice.

The aroma of garlic-roasted shrimp that strikes straight to the soul is like an invisible hand.

It gripped his stomach tightly, which had been empty for two days.

Stomach acid was secreted frantically, and Adam's apple bobbed violently up and down.

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief, turning his head to look in the direction where smoke was rising from the chimneys in the east.

The rich kid next door, who hadn't eaten for two days, smelled the aroma of garlicky Australian lobster wafting in the wind and tears streamed down his face: "Damn it, we were supposed to be surviving on a desert island, why are they eating a seafood feast?!"