Unfortunately, not long after, Li Yu's phone ran out of battery. On the other end, the silent ringing of "Beep—"
Jian Suiying grew even more frantic, wishing she could fly there herself.
But no matter how anxious he felt, sixty kilometers lay between them. And in such terrible weather, those sixty kilometers were far more difficult to traverse than usual.
Those who'd never driven through a typhoon could never comprehend what a harrowing journey it was.
Weighing over two tons, the SUV was nothing more than a toy at the mercy of the heavens in such conditions.
Jian Suiying constantly felt as if it might fly off the road.
All along the way, Jian Suiying hadn't seen a single moving vehicle. No one would be foolish enough to drive in a typhoon.
. Seeing the uprooted trees lining the road and debris of all sizes whirling through the air, Jian Suiying felt as if he were witnessing the apocalypse.
he was witnessing an apocalyptic scene.
Even with this frantic rush, the journey still took two hours. Jian Suiying was so anxious his head felt like it was about to explode
before they finally arrived safely at the construction site.
Once there, new worries arose. Construction materials cluttered the ground. He drove as far in as possible, but the spot where he finally parked
about fifty or sixty meters from the building.
Normally, those fifty or sixty meters could be covered in seconds, but now a fierce wind raged outside. Metal sheets,
rubble, mud, and any object that could be lifted were flying through the air with reckless abandon.
He hesitated for half a minute, realizing he couldn't just stand there. He'd heard this typhoon was going to rage all night long. He couldn't
wait that long.
He hauled the thick blanket, food, medicine, and water from the backseat to the front. Staring at the terrifying spectacle outside, he gritted his teeth and kicked open the door.
A sudden gust of wind slammed the door open like a flimsy piece of metal, clanging loudly. Jian Suiying heard the joints creak and twist—another gust, and the door might be torn off entirely.
With no time to spare, he hoisted the two large bags onto his shoulders, shielding his head and neck, then
summoned his courage to dash toward the building.
Yet the typhoon's fury overwhelmed him beyond imagination.
Jian Suiying was not only knocked dizzy but also smeared muddy water across his face. At that moment, he had no time to feel nauseated. The bag in his hands
slipped from his grasp, fluttering lightly as it was about to be swept away.
He scrambled to his feet and lunged forward, grabbing both ends and pinning them down. In just a few seconds, the rain had soaked him through and through.
soaked through.
The pampered young master Jian, who had grown up in luxury and adorned with gold and silver, now lay sprawled on the filthy, muddy construction site.
into the building.
If Jian Suiying had ever suffered in his life, today would undoubtedly rank first.
Inside the building, conditions improved considerably. At least the walls offered some protection from the wind. Jian Suiying lay flat on the ground, gasping for breath,
exhausted for so long he couldn't move.
After resting for about ten seconds, he forced himself to rise from the ground and began calling out Li Yu's name. But his voice couldn't carry at all, swallowed up by the howling wind.
He could only search floor by floor, calling out as he went.
The newly developed hotel he was exploring had an average floor area of over 3,000 square meters. At this moment, it resembled a ghost town—barely any light
to find someone who might be injured and unconscious was harder than finding a rat that could squeak and move.
Jian Suiying carried two bags weighing over ten pounds combined, running through the building while shouting, exhausted to the point of losing feeling in his legs.
He'd never endured such torment in his life. It wasn't just the physical strain; the psychological burden weighed on him in waves of panic.
If something had happened to Li Yu, he had no idea how he could face the Li family, or even himself.
After searching two floors, he finally spotted Li Yu on the third.
In the faint moonlight, he saw her slumped against the wall, head bowed.
"Li Yu!" Jian Suying called out, rushing over. This time, Li Yu heard his voice and slowly lifted her head.