Chapter 295: The No-Name Star Beckons, the Benefactor Becomes a Simp 66

Chapter 295: A Has-Been Crooks His Finger, and His Sugar Daddy Turns into a Simp 66

At this life-or-death moment, Lin Huaiqing himself didn't know what he was waiting for.

Maybe he just couldn't accept it, or maybe he couldn't stand the thought of leaving like this.

And of course, there was Qin Song—his Qin Song.

Now that he'd been reborn, would he still be able to reunite with Qin Song in this world?

After all, they'd only met by pure chance.

Meanwhile, Qin Song had finally found the walkie-talkie Lin Huaiqing had left behind.

Qin Song picked it up and slapped it a few times—sure enough, it was already broken.

And any footprints on the ground had been completely washed away by the relentless rain.

It looked like the only option was to use the spot where the walkie-talkie had fallen as the center point and do a grid search from there.

After a grueling two weeks of roughing it in the wild, the exploration team finally made it back to the production crew's main camp.

Everyone, including the cameramen, was utterly exhausted—a far cry from how they'd looked when they first entered the rainforest.

Brother Yue, the team leader, didn't even get a chance to catch his breath before the head director called him over and tore into him.

"What the hell is wrong with you people? How the hell did you lose him? You need to explain yourself to Mr. Qin's assistant right now."

"Wait, Mr. Qin?!"

"Our Mr. Qin has already gone into the rainforest to find Mr. Lin. If anything happens to either of them, you can expect a lawsuit."

The production crew then sent another rescue team into the rainforest to search for him.

A full day had already gone by since Lin Huaiqing disappeared in the rainforest.

The food in his backpack was just about gone.

Lin Huaiqing felt like the cold was closing in on him.

In an instant, countless images flashed through his mind, and everything around him started to feel less and less real.

"Lin Huaiqing! Huaiqing!"

Just as Lin Huaiqing was burning up with fever and drifting in and out of consciousness, he thought he heard someone calling his name.

He blinked his eyes open in a daze, but there was no one there.

It seemed his tinnitus had gotten worse—now he was starting to hear things.

"System... let's go..." His voice came out cracked and barely recognizable.

He really couldn't hang on any longer.

"You should've listened to me from the start—you'd have had a much easier time."

The system had already started blocking Lin Huaiqing's pain receptors.

Suddenly, a bright beam of flashlight cut through the darkness.

Just like the day Fei Xiu humiliated him at that dinner, and he ran out to the road and got hit by a car.

After a blinding flash, Qin Song stepped out of the light.

Two blinding beams of light, one from the past and one from the present, had somehow merged at this very moment.

Lin Huaiqing even wondered if this was his life flashing before his eyes before death.

In disbelief, he croaked, "Qin... Qin Song?"

Qin Song, for his part, wondered if he was hallucinating too.

At night in the rainforest, the faint moonlight was completely swallowed by the thick canopy.

With no other choice, he pulled out the flashlight from his backpack and searched everywhere for any trace of Lin Huaiqing.

Even though he knew it was dangerous.

It might attract big animals living in the rainforest, but right now, he couldn't afford to worry about that.

Just as he was about to lose it, he unexpectedly spotted a small figure curled up and shivering under a banana tree.

He remembered that Lin Huaiqing had been wearing white when he went missing.

But now, Lin Huaiqing looked like he'd rolled around in a mud pit—you couldn't even tell what color his clothes had originally been.

"Huaiqing!" Ignoring how filthy Lin Huaiqing was, Qin Song yanked him into his arms and held him tight, fierce and tender all at once.

"I called for you—why didn't you answer! Do you have any idea how close I came to not finding you?! What if I'd walked right past you? What would you have done then?" Qin Song's voice cracked with grief and anger.

Love and pain were all tangled up inside him—he wished he could just melt Lin Huaiqing into his own body.

"You... forgot? My ears are bad... I thought..." He'd thought he was just hearing things.

"Don't talk. Drink some water and get your strength back. I'm getting you out of here right now."

Qin Song gently pressed a kiss to Lin Huaiqing's cracked, dry lips.

Then he stood up, swung his backpack around to his chest, crouched down, and let Lin Huaiqing drape himself over his back before standing up with him.

As Qin Song stood up, Lin Huaiqing closed his eyes as another wave of dizziness hit him.

But now, he could finally let go and fall asleep without a care.

Being by Qin Song's side was the safest place in the world—and it was his alone.

That sleep felt like it lasted a lifetime to Lin Huaiqing.

When he finally came to, he was already lying in a hospital bed.

There was an IV line in the back of his hand, and his body was clean and dry, smelling faintly of osmanthus body wash.

It looked like someone had washed him while he was out cold.

He didn't have to guess who that someone was.

Someone was lying beside his bed, resting.

"Qin Song... water..." His throat was so dry and raw it was unbearable.

The person by the bedside noticed that Lin Huaiqing had woken up and quickly got up to pour him some water.

Lin Huaiqing took a few big gulps, the cool, sweet water sliding down his dry throat, moistening his entire body and putting out the fire in his chest.

"Mr. Lin, please drink slowly. The doctor said you just woke up and your stomach is still empty, so you can't drink too much water."

"???"

Lin Huaiqing put down the teacup, which was bigger than his head, and only then did he realize that the person who had been watching over him by the hospital bed was not Qin Song, but someone he'd never seen before.

"Who are you?!"

The man stepped back two paces and introduced himself properly:

"Mr. Lin, you're finally awake. I'm the nurse Mr. Qin hired to look after you. Just call me Xiao Liu (Little Liu)."

Lin Huaiqing had just woken up, and his brain was still foggy. He sat there blankly for a moment before it occurred to him to ask questions.

"So where's your boss? Where's Qin Song now?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Qin is tied up with business and can't see you for now. He said that once you woke up, he wanted you to sign this."

The man pulled out a "Breakup Agreement" from his briefcase. In the Party A section, Qin Song's name was clearly written, along with his signature and private stamp.

That was just like Qin Song—even a breakup agreement had to be legally binding.

But why the hell would Qin Song break up with him?!

Hadn't Qin Song risked his life to go deep into the rainforest just to bring him back safe and sound?

Lin Huaiqing took it, stunned, his mind a complete mess, with a million questions he wanted to ask him in person.

The agreement didn't give any reason for the breakup either; most of it was about how Party A's personal assets would be divided.

Party A and Party B, based on the principles of equality, fairness, and mutual consent, hereby sign the following agreement:

After the breakup, Party A voluntarily gifts Party B a 280-square-meter fourth-gen apartment in a sky mansion on the Second Ring Road in the capital, along with two underground parking spaces.

Party A voluntarily gifts Party B a Bentley Arnage 728 and a Porsche 918.

Party A voluntarily gifts Party B 15 million RMB, to be transferred to Party B's bank account ending in 8765 within three working days after the agreement is signed.

Party A voluntarily gifts...

Further down, Lin Huaiqing simply couldn't read on.

What was Qin Song doing?! Breaking up with him? And using money to insult him?

If he's got the guts, just cash it out!

Transfer it directly to my card in the real world.

"Is this breakup agreement really something Qin Song asked you to give me?!"

"That's right! Mr. Lin, if you confirm there's no problem, just sign on it."