Chapter 875: The Story of Ling and Heng (138)

Chapter 875: The Story of Ling and Heng (138)

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She was sleeping alone, and the clothes she was wearing were quite thick; there was completely no need for her to bind her chest. As a result, right now, she did not use that under her clothes...

She took another glance at the box under the bed and quickly walked over. Right as Li Nanheng stood up to pour himself some hot water, she lifted her leg and shoved the box inwards.

Li Nanheng turned back right as she shifted her legs back. Her expression was composed as she watched him: "Boss, if there is enough salt, can we leave some for Fattie and the rest when they go fishing? This way, it'll save a lot of time."

Li Nanheng picked up his cup for a drink, smiling coldly: "Fish? It's only been a few days since you left the base. Do you miss meat so much?"

Feng Ling saw that the cup he was using was hers, but did not comment on it. She only answered: "I don't really feel anything. Usually, I'm fine as long as it fills my stomach. But the rest of them really want meat."

"Let them use it if they want to. If there aren't enough, inform the people in charge of delivering supplies and let them bring more next time." The man drank another mouthful of water.

Feng Ling nodded: "All right, I understand. I'll tell them when they're back."

"They're not back yet?"

"En. It takes a lot of time to descend the mountain. They should be back by evening."

"Give them a call and ask them to come back right now."

"The call won't go through. There isn't any signal at this time. It'll only work between 7:00 p.m. to 10:00 p.m."

"..."

Li Nanheng did not speak again. He placed the cup down and glanced at Feng Ling who stood there. He then turned toward the entrance of the tent.

"There's only a single bed here?"

"Yes. The other seven men are staying in the other tent. The eighth bed wouldn't fit there so I placed it here. In any case, I'm accustomed to sleeping alone. It's also less noisy this way." Feng Ling subconsciously approached the bed as she spoke. Although she wasn't doing it intentionally, she was subconsciously wary he would find the things under her bed.

There were quite a few binding cloths there. If he found them...

She wasn't sure if she had seen wrongly, but when the man heard that she was sleeping alone, his brows seemed to have lifted slightly. He picked up her cup for another drink of water, seemingly in a good mood.

When she watched him carefully once more, the man had already turned to scan the surroundings of the tent. He did not look at her again.

—-

An hour later, some of the ice outside melted. However, as these were formed over a long period of time, it was impossible for it to melt fully. There was still the need to dig through it. When Feng Ling picked up her tools to do so, she found that the layer of ice was no longer as hard as it previously was. Just by slamming against one segment of it, a big portion would crumble away. The layer of ice was easily broken away by her metal shovel.

—-

In the evening, Fattie and the other six men finally return. However, their hands were empty and their disposition were gloomy.

Without guessing, it was clear that they did not manage to find any rivers. The layer of snow was so thick; it was impossible to discern which area hid a river underneath the snow.

Fattie walked in front of the men and was about the enter the tent for a drink when he noticed that the snow in front of the tent across theirs had been cleared. He glanced inside in confusion and was about to call Feng Ling out to ask. However, the moment he opened his mouth, his eyes widened. He stared the man stepping out of the tent, his eyes full of shock: "B-b-b-boss...?"

After seeing their gloomy expressions through the netted windows in the tent, Feng Ling originally wanted to step out. However, she felt that Boss Li would perhaps consider their emotions and say something to support them. After deliberating over it, she decided to wait inside and head out later.

Around twenty minutes later, Feng Ling saw that Fattie had turned around to head off in the opposite direction. She guessed that the conversation had ended and finally left the tent.

Yet, the moment she stepped out, she heard Li Nanheng saying: "Move everything out."

Move everything out?

Move what?

Feng Ling stared at his back in confusion. The other members also turned around to follow Fattie. She watched as they charged toward the off-road vehicle Li Nanheng had driven over.

Yes, they were charging over, looking especially excited as they did so.

She only watched for a moment and did not ask more. She was about to head back in to boil some water when she abruptly heard Fattie's shout: "Ahhhhh! A barbeque grill!"

Feng Ling paused in her footsteps. She turned back to glanced in their direction.

following which, Fattie and the other members shouted in unision: "Ahhh, meat! So much meat! Ahhhhh! There's also prawns..."

"Woahhh so much, so much meat... ahhh..."

Feng Ling: "..."

"You brought a barbeque grill?" she asked.

The man turned back and glanced at her. He did not answer as he headed into the tent first.

Feng Ling: "..."

If he was here to deliver warmth, he should do it openly. What was the point in pretending...

However, she still smiled. She did not even notice the curve her lips had taken.

When Fattie and the rest finally brought everything into the tent, even Feng Ling was slightly dumbstruck.

"This is a lot of meat ah! There should at least be fifty kilograms worth of meat here! Earlier, when I opened Boss's car, I was completely shocked! To think that the car was filled with so much frozen meat! If we eat these with vegetables, there should be enough to last us a whole month!"

"That's right! To think that Boss would be so humane. He knew that we were suffering from hunger and cold here and specially came to deliver meat to us... aiya fuck... this is really too touching..."

"There's so much meat. Let's just leave them outside. In any case, the temperature here is even lower than a freezer. The food definitely won't spoil. We'll keep them frozen and bring them in to defrost when we want to eat them!"

"Yes, yes, yes. At the thought that we will never lack for meat again, I've completely moved on from our failure to fish today!"

"Boss, I really love you to death!" In a fit of agitation, Fattie tried to jump on top of Li Nanheng.

Li Nanheng sat on a stool in the tent. When Fattie threw himself over, he directly lifted his feet to kick him aside: "Scram. What love? This old man isn't interest in men."

"Eh? Boss, you're not being honest by saying these words. I heard that..." Fattie gave him a cheeky smile and abruptly turned his eyes toward Feng Ling, who was boiling by the side, with an expression of wanting to gossip: "I heard that you're really interested in men, Boss..."

Li Nanheng's expression did not change. He only glanced at him coldly as he asked slowly: "You heard?"

"Yeah, it isn't just me alone. Everyone in the base knows that Boss, toward that... someone..." Fattie did not mention any names but his eyes shifted toward Feng Ling once more. Afterward, he continued cheekily: "Which is... in any case, no one is blind... Besides, Boss, you came all the way here from Los Angeles, it definitely wasn't just out of care for us..."

The other men immediately followed Fattie's line of sight to look toward Feng Ling with skeptical, dumbstruck expressions.

After boiling the water, Feng Ling turned around and abruptly met with their gaze: "..."