Torrential Rain! A Rich Second-Generation Kid's Wilderness Suicide Attempt!

Lightning, like a sharp sword tearing through the sky, instantly turned the pitch-black night sky deathly white.

Immediately afterwards, a fierce wind, carrying icy cold seawater, swept across the entire deserted island like a massive army.

The slightly muggy air that had been present during the day was completely gone.

The temperature plummeted within just a dozen minutes, dropping by more than ten degrees.

Nature's fury gives people absolutely no chance to breathe.

At the edge of the beach, the so-called "high-tech shelter" that Zhao Kuo had painstakingly built during the day with a few thin branches and vines was facing a devastating blow.

During the day, this rich kid was spouting nonsense in front of the camera, confidently boasting that he had watched more than a hundred episodes of wilderness survival documentaries and that his theoretical knowledge in this area was unparalleled.

However, under the relentless impact of the first wave of strong winds, this pile of broken wood couldn't even last ten minutes.

With a few crisp "crack" sounds, the fragile vine snapped.

The tree branches were violently whipped into the air by the gale and instantly vanished without a trace, leaving only a bare sand pit.

"My camp! My tarpaulin!" Zhao Kuo shouted hoarsely in the howling wind.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was choked by a mouthful of salty seawater and coarse sand, coughing repeatedly.

Lin Chacha was already terrified and her face turned pale.

She was trembling like a leaf, and her expensive makeup was ruined on her face, making her look like a female ghost.

"Zhao Kuo, help! The wind is too strong, I'm going to be blown away!"

This usually aloof and arrogant young master from a wealthy family no longer cared about gentlemanly manners or domineering CEO persona at this moment.

The two were like two stray dogs, stumbling and fleeing for their lives in the pitch-black storm.

The mud and sand underfoot, mixed with rainwater, had turned into a slippery and bottomless swamp.

"Ouch!" Zhao Kuo slipped and fell face-first into a mud pit.

His usually arrogant face was now covered in black mud, making him look extremely disheveled.

With great difficulty, they scrambled and crawled into a shallow cave on slightly higher ground.

This is hardly a good place to go.

The cave was drafty, and the icy night wind, like a steel blade scraping bone, rushed wildly into the cracks in the rocks.

The ground was covered with slippery, foul-smelling bat droppings, and there was also a half-foot-deep pool of murky rainwater.

A nauseating smell of ammonia and rottenness assaulted my senses.

Zhao Kuo and Lin Chacha huddled tightly in the innermost corner, their bodies dripping with dirty mud.

The two were so cold that their lips turned purple, and their teeth chattered uncontrollably, making a crisp "cluck cluck cluck" sound.

They clung to each other tightly, their eyes filled with deep despair at the terrifying power of nature.

Zhao Kuo gritted his teeth, his frozen face contorted with resentment.

The only excuse he could use to comfort himself was that the poor guy surnamed Lin was definitely a hundred times worse off than them.

After all, Lin Mo didn't even have a cave to shelter him from the wind and rain.

Those makeshift structures built from a few broken bamboo stalks would probably have been swept into the ocean by a strong wind and fed to sharks by now!

Meanwhile, the official live stream slowly cut back to the bamboo forest deep within the island.

Although it was late at night, the sudden thunderstorm caused countless sleepless netizens to flood into the live stream, bringing the number of online viewers to over ten million.

Everyone expected to see Lin Mo and Jiang Ruoyun soaked to the bone.

However, the moment the infrared night vision camera was pointed at the bamboo forest, the entire online chat went into an eerie standstill.

The outside world seemed to be facing its end, with howling winds and torrential rain.

But Lin Mo's handcrafted "moisture-proof double bamboo bed" remained as stable as Mount Tai amidst this devastating storm.

It not only did not collapse, but it even swayed slightly.

The entire building was constructed without a single modern industrial nail, or even a single nylon rope for securing it.

It relies entirely on the ancient and mysterious "dovetail joint" and "cross-shaped interlocking" to fit together tightly.

The stronger the wind and the greater the external pressure, the tighter the mortise and tenon structure becomes, as if it were a perfectly integrated whole.

It perfectly neutralized the terrifying tearing force of the gale.

The thickened bamboo leaf canopy at the top is carefully interwoven to form a wonderful water-guiding system.

The torrential rain poured down along a specific arc to both sides, forming a natural rain curtain around the bamboo bed.

It completely shuts out all the strong winds and torrential rain.

The inside of the bamboo bed was miraculously kept completely dry.

Lin Mo sat cross-legged on the bamboo bed, and even pulled out a bamboo toothpick he had casually shaved from somewhere, slowly picking his teeth.

He looked languid, his eyes half-closed, as if he weren't surviving on a deserted island, but listening to the rain under the eaves of his own courtyard house.

After a brief silence, the live stream chat exploded with an unprecedented volume of comments.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! What am I seeing? The trees outside are about to break, but his bamboo bed isn't moving an inch?!]

[This architecture graduate student is absolutely blown away! This is the purest example of traditional mortise and tenon joints! Without any blueprints, relying solely on a broken knife, he actually replicated the essence of Song Dynasty woodworking on a deserted island!]

What does "dimensional reduction attack" mean? Zhao Kuo's is called seeking death in the wild, while Lin Shen's is called a vacation on an island!

[Just who is Lin Mo? His skills are good enough to repair the Forbidden City, yet he's participating in a dating reality show?]

[This is hilarious! He's even picking his teeth! Does he think the breeze is quite refreshing?]

If a master of ancient architecture were here, he would surely be just as moved as the experts in the comments, bursting into tears on the spot.

This technique, which allows one to replicate the highest level of woodworking craftsmanship by hand in the wilderness, is a legendary art form that has long since disappeared.

But this top-level player, who has been worshipped by the entire internet, remains completely unmoved at this moment.

He went to such great lengths to create the mortise and tenon structure simply because he felt the vines weren't sturdy enough and he was afraid they would collapse in the middle of the night and disturb his sleep.

His plan has always been very clear.

If someone acts like a complete idiot, unable to use any modern tools, the production team will eventually get fed up and kick him out.

When the time comes, the penalty for breach of contract will be waived, and he can go back to his hometown in the countryside and live a peaceful life.

However, although it blocked out the strong winds and torrential rain, the shelter was still a semi-open structure.

The chilling, damp air of the island at night still seeps in through every crack in the air.

The temperature dropped so drastically that even the air they exhaled was tinged with a noticeable white mist.

Jiang Ruoyun was sitting obediently opposite Lin Mo.

She rested her chin on her hands, blinked her beautiful big eyes, and stared intently at him.

This notoriously difficult heiress from a wealthy family in Beijing's elite circle didn't utter a single complaint or grumble about being tired today.

She even felt that this simple bamboo bed made her feel more at ease than her own Hengwen Manor, which spanned over a thousand square meters.

As long as this man is sitting in front of her, even if the end of the world really comes, she doesn't think it's a big deal.

However, physical coldness cannot be overcome by willpower.

She was only wearing a very thin silk sun protection garment, which was no match for the damp chill that seeped into her bones.

A cold night wind, carrying heavy moisture, blew in from the side.

Jiang Ruoyun's thin shoulders trembled violently, and then she involuntarily sneezed.

"Achoo!"

She quickly rubbed her red, frozen nose with the back of her hand and instinctively hugged her arms tightly.

To avoid worrying Lin Mo, she tried to shrink herself into a small ball to minimize the surface area for heat dissipation.

A fine layer of goosebumps had already appeared on her fair and delicate skin.

Lin Mo put down the bamboo skewer in his hand and frowned slightly.

He looked at the girl in front of him, curled up like a frightened little quail.

Her usual aloofness and arrogance had vanished, leaving only her endearing vulnerability and stubbornness.

"Are you cold?" Lin Mo's voice sounded particularly deep and magnetic in the noisy rainy night, carrying a hint of barely perceptible concern.

Jiang Ruoyun stubbornly shook her head, but her teeth chattered uncontrollably.

"No, I'm not cold... I'm usually quite resistant to the cold; I can even wear skirts in winter."

Even if this young lady were truly frozen, she wouldn't want to cause him any trouble at this crucial moment.

She knew that Lin Mo had already expended too much energy building this shelter, and she didn't want to be a burden.

Lin Mo sighed helplessly as he looked at her stubborn expression.

"Miss Jiang, before you lie, could you please control that trembling leg of yours?"

He ruthlessly exposed her disguise.

His tone, however, carried a hint of indulgence and pampering that he himself was unaware of.

On this deserted island during a thunderstorm, where there was no way to start a fire, any attempt to endure the storm was tantamount to playing with one's life.

A hundred ancient Chinese medicine formulas for dispelling cold flashed through Lin Mo's mind in an instant.

But even the most skilled cook can't cook without rice. Even if he were a miracle doctor, he couldn't conjure up a steaming bowl of medicinal ginger soup.

Meanwhile, inside a top-of-the-line villa in the most central location of Beijing.

The atmosphere here was just as tense, even more oppressive than on the deserted island.

On the huge LCD screen, night vision surveillance footage of the deserted island is being played in real time.

Jiang Jianguo, chairman of the Jiang Group, who hadn't slept all night, was now pacing anxiously in his luxurious living room, wearing a silk bathrobe.

He looked at his trembling daughter on the screen, his old eyes reddening with heartache.

"What kind of mess have we made!" Jiang Jianguo slammed his hand on the expensive coffee table.

The force of the impact caused the teaware on the coffee table to tremble violently, making a crisp clinking sound.

"I knew I should never have let her record this lousy show! To suffer this awful ordeal!"

This tycoon, who is ruthless in the business world and whose every move can shake the Beijing business community, is now just an impotent and furious old father.

He pointed at Lin Mo on the screen, his voice trembling, "You're definitely going to catch a cold in this cold!"

"Isn't this kid surnamed Lin usually quite capable? He's good at everything from repairing houses to cooking, so why is he just watching without lifting a finger?"

"He should have taken off his own clothes and put them on my daughter! He's such a blockhead!"

Jiang Jianguo became increasingly agitated as he spoke, and turned to yell at the butler waiting outside the door.

"Butler! Get me a private helicopter immediately! No, buy this entire island, along with the show's parent company!"

"Send someone to bring my precious daughter back immediately! I'll hold you accountable for even the slightest loss!"

The butler, standing to the side, was sweating profusely: "..."

Song Wan, sitting on the other side of the sofa, maintained her serene and composed demeanor.

The history professor from Kyoto University pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and stared intently at the screen.

She wasn't looking at her anxious husband or her suffering daughter, but at the bamboo bed beneath Lin Mo.

"Alright, Lao Jiang, stop spinning me, it's making me dizzy." Song Wan picked up the Ru kiln celadon teacup beside her and took a small sip.

"Without any modern reinforcement, it relied entirely on the traditional wooden structure to withstand the typhoon."

"He can use this top-level skill, which only exists in ancient books and documents, so casually, and with such ease."

"With such a terrifyingly deep foundation, he would never let Ruoyun get into trouble."

Jiang Jianguo was speechless for a moment after his wife's retort, and then retorted angrily.

"What's the use of being good at handicrafts! Can you even use them as a blanket? My daughter is shivering from the cold!"

"What do you know?" Song Wan rolled her eyes at him and slowly put down her teacup.

"A friend in need is a friend indeed. It is in times like these that a man's responsibility and composure are truly revealed."

Jiang Jianguo's eyes widened as he pointed at the screen: "Wife, what do you mean by this? Do you still expect that poor boy to...?"

Before he could finish speaking, a sudden change occurred on the deserted island.

Inside the bamboo forest, the temperature continued to drop, as if it were about to freeze one's blood completely.

Jiang Ruoyun couldn't bear it any longer. She buried her chin deep in her knees, trying to preserve the last bit of her pitiful body heat.

Just then, a deafeningly loud thunderclap seemed to cleave the two people right above their heads.

The thunderclap was incredibly terrifying, carrying a devastating pressure.

The rocky strata of the island beneath their feet trembled violently.

Jiang Ruoyun, who was shivering from the cold, suddenly stiffened and let out a suppressed scream.

She has a severe fear of thunderstorms.

In such an extremely harsh natural environment, her inner defenses were instantly and completely shattered.

She covered her ears tightly with both hands and huddled desperately in the corner of the bamboo bed.