Because the cameras followed them at all times, Jiang Nanfang couldn't say much to Zhan Beijue, nor did she intend to.
On the eleventh day, she secretly took action.
July and August would usher in the rainy season, making it inconvenient to go out and stock up on food. Therefore, Zhan Beijue's daily task was to go out and find food.
After he left, Jiang Nanfang went to the riverbank to use a stone as a knife to clean fish scales, deliberately cutting her finger.
She didn't look for medicinal herbs to disinfect it, nor did she tell Zhan Beijue.
She took a thin vine to make a rope and used a leaf to wrap the wound.
She wrapped it tightly.
After a whole day, by the time they went to sleep at night, her finger had swollen to the size of a carrot.
While the cameras were not filming, Jiang Nanfang told Zhan Beijue that her hand was injured.
In the dark, upon hearing that she was injured, Zhan Beijue could only take her to the lakeside and examine her hand by the faint light of the crescent moon reflected on the lake.
Unexpectedly, the injury was so severe.
"How could you wrap your finger with such thin fiber material? And tie it so tightly."
"The blood circulation is blocked, no wonder it's swollen. If it gets worse, your finger might become necrotic and require amputation. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
Jiang Nanfang looked like she had done something wrong, both surprised and scared, and couldn't speak.
Zhan Beijue held her finger, which was as thick as a carrot, and gently blew on it.
"Can you still feel the pain? Do you have any sensation?"
"Let me touch it to see if you still have sensation and if you can move it. As long as there's sensation, it's okay."
As he spoke, Zhan Beijue gently pinched the swollen area with his fingernail.
Jiang Nanfang endured the pain, "I don't have any sensation."
Zhan Beijue: "..."
In fact, Jiang Nanfang knew very well how serious the consequences of her actions were. She was gambling with her own hand.
Since she had a child, she had become particularly focused on safety.
She paid attention to any small news related to safety.
Once, she saw a news report.
A baby, only a few months old, had accidentally gotten a strand of hair wrapped too tightly around its finger without the adults knowing.
Because it was wrapped too tightly and for too long, the finger had to be amputated.
A fleeting look of surprise flashed across Zhan Beijue's face, but it was only for a moment.
"Go back and lie down and wait for me. Don't be afraid, I'll go find some anti-inflammatory medicine for you."
"If that doesn't work, I'll call the medical team first thing tomorrow morning. You should go back and get treatment."
Jiang Nanfang pulled him back, not letting him go.
"No, don't leave me, I'm scared. It's too dark, and listen, there are so many strange noises."
"Did you mean you want me to withdraw from the show alone? Aren't you planning to leave with me?"
Zhan Beijue had indeed not intended to withdraw so soon.
He was here for the grand prize and the championship.
It was only the eleventh day, far from the end…
Although he had to fight to the end for prize money in Switzerland before, he no longer needed to.
But the innate competitive spirit made him unwilling to fall behind.
Since the contract had been signed and he was here, he wanted to see it through to the end.
However, no matter how competitive he was, the ephemeral sense of vanity brought by the outside world could not compare to love.
He was worried about Jiang Nanfang returning alone and didn't want to abandon her at such a crucial moment.
Therefore, Jiang Nanfang had her way with him with almost no effort.
"How could I? I won't leave you."
"You said we wouldn't be apart anymore. Wherever you go, I'll go. Nothing is more important than you."
Jiang Nanfang was very happy and handed him a stone.
"Alright, we'll withdraw together. But to prevent you from arbitrarily withdrawing and breaching the contract halfway, let's get a couples' injury. Cut your finger too."
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The next morning, after being examined by the doctor, both of them were confirmed to have lost their eligibility to continue the competition and withdrew from the show together.
The netizens never expected that their presumed best couple, the Grass Skirt Couple, who they believed would go all the way, would be so fragile and withdraw from the competition over such a minor issue.
That day, the internet was in an uproar.
Ke Jingyu was sitting by Ke Teng's hospital bed, feeding him porridge, when the program director called him, furious.
Ke Jingyu answered the phone with a blank expression, listened for a few sentences, and hung up.
Although he didn't express anything, Ke Teng keenly noticed the anger on his lips.
"Dad, did something happen?"
"It's nothing. Eat your porridge and recover from your illness. Your body hasn't fully recovered yet, so you're not allowed to get involved in any of the outside mess."
Ke Jingyu stayed at the hospital until 3 PM before reluctantly leaving.
Before leaving, he repeatedly instructed the four people at the door to keep a close eye on the young master, threatening severe consequences if anything happened to him again.
After Ke Jingyu had gone far away, Ke Teng, who had been feigning sleep on the hospital bed, slowly opened his eyes again…
Lu Mingzhe traveled to Switzerland and, after much persuasion and several days of effort, finally spent fifty million euros to have Zhan Beijue completely removed from the list of participants.
Now that he no longer had to participate in the show, Zhan Beijue's first priority was not to reunite with his grandfather in Nancheng, but to go to Switzerland to pick up Min'er.
Jiang Nanfang had already asked Zhou Jinbei to handle the procedures for Min'er's family to return to the country.
She had thought of arranging everything for them in Fucheng and waiting for them there, letting them return on their own.
Who knew Zhan Beijue would take it so seriously.
"Min'er is still young, and she hasn't returned for many years. She must be feeling very anxious and lost. Her parents can't help her, so I must go personally at this time."
Jiang Nanfang agreed, "Then I'll go with you."
"After all, she's a girl. If anything inconvenient happens along the way, we can help each other out."
"Okay."
"Now that you're entering and exiting the country openly as Zhan Beijue, can you shave off that beard?"
Thus, Jiang Nanfang went with Zhan Beijue to that small town in Switzerland.
After exiting the airport, the two of them drove all the way to the town and checked into the hotel. Zhan Beijue eagerly took Jiang Nanfang to that restaurant.
When they entered the restaurant, it was past 4 PM, and it wasn't yet the peak dining hour. There were only a few sparse customers.
The owner was not present, and the staff were all in the kitchen. Zhan Beijue stood at the service counter and called out for Min'er.
Soon, accompanied by a young and pleasant female voice, a girl with a radiant smile ran out from the back.
She was completely different from how Jiang Nanfang had imagined her to be, or how she looked in her passport photo.
Zhan Beijue always said she was young, busy, enthusiastic, kind, pitiful, and even tragic.
The photo on her passport was also from a long time ago, when she hadn't fully grown.
This led Jiang Nanfang to imagine her as a particularly thin, frail, sallow-skinned girl who needed pity.
She never expected her to be so beautiful.
She had already thrown herself into Zhan Beijue's arms and was smiling at him.
From her angle, her eyes were large and bright, her eyebrows were naturally curved and thick without any grooming.
Her nose bridge was high, her nose tip was small and delicate, and her teeth, visible when she smiled, were neat and white.
She looked so natural, lively, young, and charming.