Meng Jingwei accepted the black woolen coat and put it on.
She walked towards the deck, and Daisy Tini, feeling uneasy, followed.
But after only a dozen meters, Meng Jingwei suddenly stopped and turned back, her face as cold as frost, facing Daisy Tini. "What are you following me for? Afraid I'll escape back to Country C in the sub-zero ocean temperature?"
Daisy Tini's lips twitched slightly, and she remained silent.
Inwardly, that was precisely her thought.
"Don't worry, although I don't want to go to the Hidden Clan, I don't want to die either."
The ocean temperature has a diurnal variation, dropping below zero at night.
Setting aside the possibility of getting lost at sea, even if she fell into the ocean now, she might not survive until tomorrow.
However, Daisy Tini was indeed worried that Meng Jingwei might steal the dinghy and escape.
Meng Jingwei said no more, turned back towards the deck, and as the sea breeze hit her face, she pulled her clothes tighter. Feeling the biting cold wind on her face, she felt that the temperature of her heart was about the same as the temperature of the sea.
It was chilling to the bone, and her heart ached immensely.
Her steps were slow, as if she were strolling, and at the same time, she marveled at the wealth of Old Chen Tou and his associates.
This super-luxury yacht would cost at least tens of millions.
But Meng Jingwei was not sure of the exact price.
Standing on the deck, Meng Jingwei suddenly thought of "Titanic." The beautiful love story made her think of Qing Muyue again.
Suddenly, she wished she could stand on the deck with Qing Muyue, feeling the wind.
Leaning on the railing, she gazed at the sparse stars in the vast night sky. The only sounds were the wind and the crashing waves.
The wind was strong at night, causing the boat to sway. She felt fortunate that she didn't get seasick, otherwise, she might not have been able to endure the rocking of the ship.
After a while, Old Chen Tou walked over. "It's cold out here, go inside. It won't be good if you catch a cold later."
Meng Jingwei glanced back at Old Chen Tou. In the bright lights on the deck, she could clearly see his face. Weathered by years of hardship, his expression appeared exceptionally kind and benevolent, with a touch of age.
She wanted to ask: Old Chen Tou, if I still want to leave after going to the Hidden Clan, will you threaten me with the lives of my adoptive parents or my two children to make me stay?
But Meng Jingwei ultimately did not dare to ask. She was afraid.
She was afraid Old Chen Tou would nod and admit it, and she was also afraid that if Old Chen Tou hadn't considered it that far, her words might inadvertently remind him.
"I'm hungry. I want the lotus leaf-wrapped chicken you made for me."
When she was a child, she used to go up the mountains with Old Chen Tou for training and hunting. They hunted pheasants, and Old Chen Tou would make her lotus leaf-wrapped chicken.
Back then, hunting was not illegal.
After Old Chen Tou hunted a pheasant, he would clean it, add seasonings, wrap it in lotus leaves, cover it with mud, and roast it in the fire.
Whether it was because Old Chen Tou was skilled or for some other reason, Meng Jingwei had tried making it herself a few times, but the taste was never good.
On the other hand, Old Chen Tou's lotus leaf chicken was not only free of any gamey smell but also had the faint, fresh aroma of lotus leaves. It was rich in flavor, tender, juicy, and exceptionally delicious.
"You only know how to make things difficult for this old man. How can I make lotus leaf-wrapped chicken for you here?" Seeing Meng Jingwei proactively make a request, Old Chen Tou thought she had calmed down.
He then said, "I'll make crucian carp for you. You liked my braised crucian carp when you were little too."
These words sounded like he was trying to appease Meng Jingwei.
Meng Jingwei knew that Old Chen Tou had feelings for her and doted on her.
If she were willing to stay in the Hidden Clan for life, their bond would be just as deep.
But conversely...
Who could know what the outcome would be?
"Okay, it's nice to have crucian carp on the sea." Meng Jingwei nodded, not refusing.