The Great Compassion Mantra on the Deserted Island! The ultimate testament to the mother-

"Don't move! If you move again, I'll forget everything I know about the Great Compassion Mantra!"

Hearing this fierce warning, Jiang Ruoyun finally quieted down completely.

Although she was extremely oblivious to matters of love, she vaguely sensed the unusual stiffness and tension in the man's body.

However, this young lady from the Beijing elite circle has a completely different and peculiar understanding of the three words "Great Compassion Mantra".

In her preconceived notion, wasn't that just a scripture used by old monks in temples for salvation or to pray for blessings?

Lin Mo can catch a wild boar with his bare hands without batting an eye, yet he's chanting sutras during a clap of thunder?

Was it to pray for good fortune and ward off the natural fear brought on by the storm?

Thinking of this, Jiang Ruoyun not only did not feel any sense of crisis brought about by hormones, but instead felt an indescribable warm current welling up in her heart.

The feeling of being held tightly in someone's arms and shielded from all danger in a stormy, apocalyptic weather is incredibly reassuring.

Like a stray cat that has finally found its safest haven, she nestled obediently deeper into his burning chest, feeling a great sense of security.

Finding the most suitable and comfortable position, she pressed her cheek against the powerful heartbeat.

Then, I closed my eyes, and perhaps because I was a little tired during the day, I actually managed to fall asleep peacefully amidst the deafening thunder and lightning.

In less than ten minutes, I heard the girl's even and long breathing coming from my arms.

Lin Mo lowered his deep eyes, using the occasional faint flashes of lightning in mid-air to look at the peaceful sleeping face so close to his.

This ancestor is truly heartless to the extreme.

Lin Mo sighed helplessly in his heart, but a gentle smile involuntarily curved his lips without him even realizing it.

At this moment, the wind and rain outside the bamboo bed were still raging fiercely.

The icy, biting sea wind, accompanied by a mournful howl, poured wildly in through the gaps in the bamboo-leaf roof.

Like countless invisible knives, they mercilessly scraped against Lin Mo's back, which was only clad in a thin white T-shirt.

He shivered involuntarily from the cold, his jaw clenched tightly.

But as soon as he lowered his head, he could feel the warm and soft body in his arms, and her complete and unguarded dependence.

"Consider it something I, Lin Mo, owed you in my past life."

He muttered something to himself, his long, slender arms tightening silently once more.

Lin Mo simply turned his body around, exposing his broad back completely to the strongest wind.

He shielded her from all the malice and cold of nature with his own flesh and blood.

As long as you can sleep soundly, what does it matter if I suffer from the cold all night?

Go to sleep, you idiot.

Lin Mo, with his bloodshot eyes wide open, stubbornly endured the cold, dark night wind.

He was fighting off the cold that was seeping into his bones and almost making him lose consciousness.

On one hand, she was frantically playing the Buddhist scripture that she used to suppress the evil fire in her heart on repeat in her mind.

This is simply an extreme purgatory for both the body and mind.

Meanwhile, in the luxurious villa of the Jiang family in Beijing, thousands of miles away.

The atmosphere in the luxurious and spacious living room was more somber and oppressive than a storm on a deserted island.

On an 80-inch LCD screen that occupies half of the wall, hidden night vision footage from a dating reality show is being played in real time.

Although the image is a black-and-white infrared effect, its ultra-high resolution is enough to allow viewers to see the details of the two people embracing on the bamboo bed.

"Medicine! Where did I put my nitroglycerin tablets?!"

Jiang Jianguo, the tycoon of Beijing's elite circle, was now running around like a headless fly on an expensive Persian handmade carpet.

He clutched his chest tightly with both hands, pointing at the television screen with heartbreaking grief, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"What kind of behavior is this, a lone man and woman, embracing and kissing in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere!"

"My precious cabbage! My delicate cabbage, which I've painstakingly nurtured and pampered for twenty-two years, has been devoured by this penniless pig who has no family fortune!"

As Jiang Jianguo spoke, his blood pressure soared, and he grabbed the landline phone from the marble coffee table.

"No, I have to call the production team of that lousy show! Make them send a rescue helicopter to pick them up immediately!"

"What do you mean, 'damned island'? What do you mean, 'rescue ship is broken'? If it's broken, just buy a new one! I, Jiang Jianguo, will pay for it and buy the entire local fleet!"

His mind is now filled with terrifying images of his precious daughter being taken advantage of by that poor boy.

That guy named Lin Mo usually looks like he's suffering from kidney deficiency and has no interest in anything in front of the camera.

Who knows if he's deliberately playing dumb to get the upper hand, or playing some kind of feigned indifference?

Now we're on a deserted island, a perfect environment for committing a crime with all the right conditions. No normal man could resist!

"Just kidding! If you actually buy it, I'll have to think twice about you!"

"Old Jiang, can you please stop for a second? It's hurting my eyes."

A cool, steady, yet slightly teasing female voice rang out unhurriedly from the mahogany sofa in the living room.

Her gaze never left the huge LCD screen.

In stark contrast to her husband, who was frantic like a cat on a hot tin roof, this respected history professor showed no anger whatsoever.

On the contrary, her well-maintained face revealed a rare complexion of solemnity and amazement.

"Quiet down? How can I possibly quiet down!" Jiang Jianguo's eyes widened, and his finger pointing at the screen trembled.

"Didn't you see how tightly he was clinging to her? That kid's chin was practically on top of our daughter's head, he was practically rubbing her into his bones!"

"My precious cabbage has been eaten by a pig, boohoo!"

Song Wan gently placed the teacup on the rosewood coffee table, making a crisp clinking sound.

She raised her hand, gracefully pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, and her sharp, knife-like gaze swept over her husband, who was on the verge of collapse.

"Old Jiang, save your breath. Use that brain of yours, crammed with capital and calculation, to take a good look at the details on the screen."

She stretched out her slender fingers and pointed directly at the young man in the picture who was wearing only a thin T-shirt and had a broad back.

"This is a remote and isolated place, and outside there are thunderstorms that can make people sick from the cold."

"Faced with an extremely beautiful girl whom he doesn't dislike and even cares about to the extreme, he takes the initiative to throw himself into her arms."

Song Wan's voice was soft and her speech was slow, but every word carried immense weight, striking Jiang Jianguo's heart heavily.

"You heard the noise from the radio just now, his heart was pounding like it was going to burst out of his chest. That's the vigor of a young man, the primal instinct etched into his genes."

"But what did he do under such extreme temptation?"

An unprecedented, undisguised light of admiration appeared in Song Wan's eyes.

He took off his only warm coat and gave it to Ruoyun, wrapped himself up like a dumpling, and let himself endure the biting cold wind.

"He clearly had countless plausible reasons to take advantage of any weakness."

"He could easily use the pretext of appeasing Ruoyun to cross that line and do whatever he wants."

"But he managed to restrain this primal male instinct that was capable of consuming reason by clumsily reciting the Great Compassion Mantra in his mind."

"Take a closer look at his hands."

Guided by Song Wan, Jiang Jianguo subconsciously quieted down and turned his gaze back to the screen.

In the scene, Lin Mo's arms were tightly wrapped around Jiang Ruoyun, presenting an absolute protective posture.

But his hands remained neatly clasped on the waterproof fabric outside his camouflage uniform.

There was not the slightest inappropriate downward stroking, nor any lewd behavior of taking advantage of the situation.

Yes, it's just a suppressed trembling that occurs to resist the onslaught of the cold and to suppress one's inner instincts.

That's a physiological tremor caused by muscles being extremely tense.

"This self-control, the ability to uphold one's principles even in a dark room where no one knows..."

Song Wan picked up her teacup again, her gaze deep, her tone carrying an unyielding and resolute tone.

"This self-control in the face of temptation, and the integrity to protect one's beloved even at the cost of one's own life, is one in a million!"

"Ruoyun has excellent judgment; she didn't misjudge him, and neither did I, Song Wan, misjudge this young man."

Song Wan sat upright on the sofa, her eyes turning cold as she looked at the dumbfounded Jiang Jianguo and issued her final warning.

"You're not going to ruin this son-in-law's plans for me."

"If you dare to use your stinking rules of capital to attack young people with pride and principles behind the scenes, I will be the first to object."

Jiang Jianguo froze on the spot, the telephone receiver he was holding tightly slipped from his hand with a soft "thud".

He stared blankly at the screen.

In the video, the poor young man named Lin Mo had his entire back exposed to the cold wind and rain in order to shield his daughter from all the drafts.

Looking at his broad shoulders, which were shivering slightly from the extreme cold and his extreme restraint.

Looking at his precious daughter, sleeping soundly and unguarded in that not luxurious, even somewhat shabby, but rock-solid embrace.

This once arrogant and domineering tycoon of Beijing's elite circle, now an elderly father, ultimately chose to remain silent.

He slowly bent down, unplugged the phone line again, and slumped onto the sofa in despair.

Although he still stubbornly snorted coldly, he muttered under his breath, "At least he has some conscience."

But deep within his eyes, which had seen countless people, there was a subtle, hidden sense of acceptance and relief that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

Perhaps entrusting one's daughter to a man like this is much safer than marrying her off to a wealthy young man who only knows how to form marriages based on mutual benefit.

……

The long and agonizing rainy night on the deserted island passed by little by little as Lin Mo exerted extreme restraint in the face of his instincts.

When the gale finally subsided, the muffled thunder gradually faded beyond the distant horizon.

The torrential rain that raged all night has finally come to a complete stop.

The next morning.

The first rays of pure dawn sunlight pierced through the bamboo forest, which was now lush and green after being washed by the rain.

Golden sunlight filtered through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, dappling the dilapidated yet still sturdy shelter that Lin Mo had built with his own hands.

Lin Mo's long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

He barely slept all night, clinging to this shield-like embrace like an emotionless guardian angel.

It wasn't until dawn, after confirming that the surrounding temperature had risen and that the girl in his arms was no longer trembling at all, that he was able to hold her.

His nerves, which had been taut all night, finally dared to relax a little.

He was so exhausted that he had just closed his bloodshot eyes and taken a short nap.

However, this hard-won restful sleep lasted for less than half an hour.