Out of control and sinking

Chapter 493 Xincun Earthquake
The two cuddled for a while and then fell asleep.

When Jiang Ruan woke up at daybreak, there was no one beside her. She reached out and touched the spot where he had been sleeping, and it was already cold.

This means he has been gone for quite some time.

Jiang Ruan sat up, clutching the thin blanket, and saw a pink sticky note on the bedside table next to her.

The handwriting is magnificent and bold.

Back in Beijing. Take care of yourself. Love you.

Several heart symbols were drawn at the back.

It looks like a blackboard bulletin drawn by an elementary school student.

A smile curved Jiang Ruan's lips.

childish.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

After late autumn, the weather in Beijing suddenly turned cold.

That afternoon, a sudden clap of thunder sounded in the sky, followed by a violent storm.

The rain intensified, mixed with hail.

The sky was pitch black, giving it an apocalyptic feel.

The weather changed abruptly, and various mudslides began to occur in remote mountainous areas, and low-lying villages were flooded.

The government immediately activated its rescue team.

Heading to the rescue.

In the office, Bo Ye had just returned from the conference room.

I watched as the torrential rain pounded against the window, and hailstones pelted the window with loud bangs.

The weather today is clearly unusual.

He frowned and, without thinking, took out his phone to call Jiang Ruan.

He remembered that Xincun was in the northeast, where the terrain was low.

But the call wouldn't go through; a mechanical female voice came through saying there was no signal, and Bo Ye's face immediately darkened.

I called several more times, but still no one answered.

Bo Ye panicked.

He strode to his desk and turned on his computer.

Numerous trending topics came into view.

#Guanzhuang mudslide, hundreds of people submerged!
#Subway station flooded, thousands trapped!
#NaturalDisasters#
……

Bo Ye typed in the name "Xin Village," but received no response.

At this moment, Chen Nan came in looking anxious.

"Mr. Bo, something's happened. The bureau just called to report that an earthquake struck Xinzhuang, where Madam is filming. Many houses have collapsed, and the film crew is currently out of contact..."

Bo Ye didn't hear a single word that followed.

All I could think about was the earthquake in Xinzhuang where Jiang Ruan was filming.

The man's calm, cold face turned deathly pale in an instant. He pursed his thin lips and his body swayed involuntarily.

Chen Nan was startled: "President Bo."

Bo Ye steadied himself on the table, his dark eyes bloodshot and deeply lined.

He gritted his teeth: "Immediately contact the people in the bureau and tell them that a sudden disaster has struck. The Bo family is willing to donate 100 million yuan worth of supplies and fully cooperate with the rescue efforts. Secondly, have them send me ten private planes and give me all the rescue teams that can be mobilized from Beijing. I want to go to Xincun to rescue people."

Chen Nan's eyes widened, wanting to dissuade him.

An earthquake just struck Xincun, and we don't know the exact situation yet. If we go there now, what if there's another earthquake? But looking at Bo Ye's current state, especially with his wife there, and knowing how much he loves her, what if something happens to her?

Chen Nan couldn't even imagine the consequences.

He immediately replied, "Yes!"

*
Xin Village.

The heavy rain gradually subsided.

Jiang Ruan was soaked through in the hard, damp pile of stones; her clothes clung to her skin, making her feel uncomfortable and sweltering.

But she had no time to worry about that. Her whole body ached, and her legs were numb from the weight of the stones pressing on them.

I don't know if it's broken.

Her throat was dry and hoarse; she had been without food and water for a long time.

An earthquake struck suddenly, and none of them had time to escape; they were all trapped underneath.

Looking around at the pitch blackness, I couldn't see anything at all; I couldn't even see my own hand in front of my face.

Jiang Ruan raised her hand to touch her surroundings, only to find cold stones. She then realized that she was covered by three large stone slabs.

It formed a triangle.

That's what saved her life; otherwise, she would have been meeting the King of Hell long ago.

Jiang Ruan's eyes welled with tears, but in this desolate wilderness, would anyone come to rescue her?
Xincun is such a big place, an earthquake must have buried a lot of people, and we don't even know where she is buried.

A feeling of suffocating despair filled her mind.

Thinking this, Jiang Ruan couldn't help but shed tears, but then she thought of Bo Ye, the man she loved, and her husband who cherished and loved her.

Jiang Ruanhu wiped away her tears; she couldn't cry.

She cannot give up as long as there is even the slightest chance.

Sniffing, Jiang Ruan called out with all her might, "Is anyone there?"

Her throat was dry and hoarse.

"Help! There's someone here!"

There isn't much oxygen in the rocks.

Especially after the heavy rain, the air was even more muggy.

Jiang Ruan called out for a while, but then felt her mouth and throat were dry.

If she keeps calling like that, she'll die of thirst.

No, she needs to conserve her energy.

If I can just hold on until tomorrow, maybe a rescue team will come to save me.

With such a massive earthquake in Xincun, Bo Ye must have received the news.

Jiang Ruan's eyes welled up with tears again when she recalled the man's doting words, calling her his savior.

She swallowed hard, calling for help every now and then.

I don’t know how long it has been.

Suddenly, a faint female voice came from beside me: "Help, I'm still alive."

Jiang Ruan thought she had misheard. Her eyes lit up instantly. It was pitch black in front of her. She looked in the direction from which the sound came and asked tentatively.

Is anyone there?

The next second, a female voice came: "Yes."

"Who are you?"