My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

Chapter 1780: Chapter 1781: Looking for a Chance to Escape

She propped herself up to crawl to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and gulped down a lot of cold water.

The icy water burned her throat, making Rong Yan want to cough, but she dared not make a sound. Any noise could easily alert the people guarding outside, and if they realized she was awake, her situation would become even more perilous!

After drinking, Rong Yan wiped her mouth, then struggled to search the room for anything she could use to contact the outside world, but found nothing.

She returned to the bed, looking out at the vast blue sea, seriously considering her chances of surviving if she jumped.

Perhaps the effects of the drug hadn’t worn off, or maybe the fever was too severe; disoriented, Rong Yan drifted off again.

...

When she awoke, it was already pitch-black outside.

She still felt heavy all over. In a daze, she touched her forehead and found the fever was even worse than during the day.

Wasn’t Meixi supposed to get her medicine?

Hadn’t she found any fever reducers she could use?

Sweaty all over, Rong Yan’s throat was dry and itchy. She groggily got up, went to the bathroom tap for another drink, and cupped some cold water to splash on her feverishly hot face, cooling it slightly before preparing to lie down again.

Suddenly, the door opened.

Instinctively, Rong Yan quickly pushed the bathroom door partially closed.

She saw two people enter one after the other.

A gruff male voice spoke first, "Who the hell did the intel, missing Chu Aotian on this ferry?"

"The big shots’ movements are too hard to track. We checked the list of passengers on this ship beforehand. We didn’t know he was among them."

"Where’s the chick?"

"Meixi said she had a high fever and was worried she’d die on us, so she put her in your room."

After a moment of silence, a man’s voice rang out coldly, "Are you tired of living?"

The speaker hurriedly apologized, "Sorry, boss. The chick’s fever was too bad, and Meixi was worried she’d die, affecting us getting the money..."

"Where is she?"

"There’s a banquet on the ship. Her disguised role on board is a waitress, so they called her to help serve food. The others are gone too, all called to help..."

Rong Yan’s eyes sparkled silently.

If everyone was called away, it meant no one was guarding outside?

Her heart raced, and her palms were slick with sweat. Just as the man in the room questioned, ’Why isn’t she in the room?’ she suddenly flung open the bathroom door and sprinted out.

Immediately, the man’s angry shouting followed, "She’s running, chase her now!"

...

The wind roared past her ears as Rong Yan ran for her life, not knowing who among these people were accomplices. She didn’t dare stop, even after knocking over waiters.

She dashed through the banquet hall and into a corridor.

She could feel more and more people chasing her; she even heard voices, familiar from when she pretended to sleep, calling out to her.

"Miss, please don’t run around."

"Miss, stop."

Rong Yan couldn’t afford to stop for even a second. In her panic, she unexpectedly crashed into someone’s chest, colliding head-on.

"Ugh."

Her nose felt like the bone was about to break.

Rong Yan twisted her ankle and fell to the ground, ignoring the pain to scramble back up, only to be grabbed by the shoulders.