Cecilia Gu heard Hans ask this and smiled, "Both are fine. I am Cecilia Gu and also Yun Xi."
Hans looked at Cecilia Gu with curiosity. "Please, have a seat. I must say, I'm very curious about your past."
These were dumplings made by Cecilia Gu (Yun Xi) from the Yun Family!
Cecilia Gu placed the thermal lunch box on the table and pushed it forward. "I just made some dumplings. I wanted to offer Captain Hans a taste. Originally, I planned a proper meal for the captain yesterday, but things took a turn. So these dumplings are my apology."
Hans reached out and opened the box, and the fresh aroma of just-cooked dumplings instantly filled the air.
Hans's dark eyes flashed with significance. He gave Cecilia Gu a meaningful smile. "Then I won't be polite. Thank you for your effort."
Cecilia Gu quickly replied, "Not at all, it's my honor that you don't mind."
Hans waved Ian over and whispered something in his ear.
Ian immediately looked shocked and incredulous.
Hans shot a warning look at him, and Ian quickly took the lunch box full of dumplings away.
Cecilia Gu watched Ian leave, her eyes flickering, but she quickly lowered her head and pretended she hadn't noticed anything.
"I'm all ears for your story," Hans said, looking at Cecilia Gu with a relaxed expression.
Grandpa Mo also feigned confusion and said, "But this isn't food from our Republic of Korea." (Note: Grandpa Mo is Chinese, but is pretending to be Korean as a cover.)
"Sounds like a rather sad story," Hans's eyes grew intense. "We're quite alike, aren't we?"
Cecilia Gu didn't follow Hans's words, but just smiled. "Actually, from another perspective, life can also be seen as a kind of success."
"Oh?" Hans seemed even more interested in chatting. "How so?"
Since arriving on the island, Jiro Hirayama had switched back to his hoodie and sneakers, making him look much more youthful.
Sitting with Captain Hans had made Cecilia Gu so nervous her palms were sweating, afraid he might notice anything!
"I've seen people comfort themselves, but never like you," Hans laughed so hard his eyes crinkled.
But Cecilia Gu didn't smile at all; she didn't find it funny.
Meanwhile, Ian brought the dumplings inside, and each of the experts with Eastern faces received a few.
Grandpa Mo saw the dumplings and kept his face expressionless, but inside, he was filled with shock!
These were dumplings made by Miss Cecilia Grant from the Yun Family!
Could it be that the person who sent the warning through music yesterday morning was her?
Everyone has their own way of making dumplings.
Cecilia Gu had once made dumplings and sent them to the Mo Family, so Grandpa Mo recognized her technique at a glance.
Since Grandpa Mo knew it was Cecilia Gu who came, he could also guess who was with her.
At this moment, Grandpa Mo couldn't help but praise her—this Yun Family girl really is clever!
She actually used this method to reveal her identity. When the rescue comes, there won't be any confusion about who's on which side.
Now that Grandpa Mo understood Cecilia Gu's intention, he made sure not to show any sign of recognition. He looked confused and said in Korean to the person who brought the dumplings, "Are these for us?"
"They're for you," the server replied, staring hard at Grandpa Mo. After confirming there was no surprise or emotion on Grandpa Mo's face, he said, "A young lady outside sent this food. She said one of you is her family, but we don't know who, so everyone gets a share."
The experts present all looked bewildered.
Grandpa Mo also put on a confused look and said, "But this isn't food from our Republic of Korea."
After checking everyone's expressions, the server turned and left.
Once the server left, Grandpa Mo quickly spat out a grain of sand the size of a soybean and, while no one was looking, took it out for a quick glance.
What could this grain of sand mean?
Sand—kill?
Was this a signal that someone would sneak in and rescue them by force?
Ian soon left and whispered something to Hans. Hans's expression didn't change, but he nodded slightly.
Cecilia Gu's mission was complete. She stood up and said, "Time is tight, so I won't take up any more of your time, Captain Hans. After all, when the storm hits tonight, we'll have to face it together."
Captain Hans also stood up and escorted Cecilia Gu out.
The two walked one after the other. Cecilia Gu glanced around and asked, "Captain Hans, have you got all your supplies ready?"
"Why? Are you planning to support me?" Hans looked down at Cecilia Gu, a wicked smile on his lips.
Cecilia Gu chuckled, "If you ever run out of supplies, Captain, I won't just stand by. As long as we have food, you won't go hungry."
Captain Hans smiled, "I'll say the same to you, Miss Gu. If you ever go hungry, my door is always open to you."
Hans called her Miss Gu, clearly preferring her current surname over the Yun Family name.
Cecilia Gu smiled knowingly, "Alright, I won't be polite when the time comes. This is far enough, please stop here!"
Cecilia Gu nodded to Captain Hans and turned to leave gracefully.
Captain Hans stood there watching Cecilia Gu's back as she left, his fingers unconsciously rubbing together. "This little woman really is bold! Passing intel right under my nose! Interesting!"
Hans wasn't afraid of Cecilia Gu's actions at all.
Actually, Fiji was already close to his base. Once he moved the hostages there, none of them would be able to escape. They'd have no choice but to serve him!
Because on his island, nobody gets a free ride.
He wanted to see what kind of trouble they could stir up.
Captain Hans was simply too confident—and too arrogant.
After all, in all these years, he'd never lost.
Cecilia Gu quickly returned to her own camp.
As soon as she got back, Cecilia Gu chugged a bellyful of water.
Sitting with Captain Hans had made Cecilia Gu so nervous her palms were sweating, afraid he'd notice anything!
"Well?" Rona Muir couldn't help but ask, "Did the dumplings get inside?"
Cecilia Gu stiffly nodded. "There are only three hostages with Eastern faces. With Hans's style, he wouldn't give dumplings to everyone, so Grandpa Mo's chance of getting the sand is 33%. As long as he sees the dumplings, he'll know I made them. If he gets the sand, he'll understand we're planning to fight our way in and rescue him."
Rona Muir frowned and said, "Hans didn't stop you? He just let the dumplings go in?" Cecilia Gu nodded.
"Something feels off," Rona Muir said, pinching her chin.
Rona Muir was far more mature than Cecilia Gu when it came to psychological battles.
"It really isn't normal." Charles Yin had just woken up from a nap and overheard Cecilia Gu. As he walked over, he said, "He probably already guessed your intentions. The reason he didn't stop you is because of his extreme arrogance and confidence."
"What a strange man. He knows you're up to something, yet pretends not to notice," Rona Muir muttered.
Jiro Hirayama walked over. "Cecilia, the kids are awake and looking for you."
Since arriving on the island, Jiro Hirayama had switched back to his hoodie and sneakers, making him look much younger.
Cecilia Gu nodded and hurried off to see the children.
Rona Muir was about to follow, but Jiro Hirayama suddenly reached out to stop her.
"Come with me." Jiro Hirayama grabbed Rona Muir's hand and, without another word, dragged her away.
Charles Yin smiled and shook his head, then turned back to keep an eye on the progress.
Charles Yin's side had nearly finished digging their cave, though it wasn't as large as Captain Hans's.
Cecilia Gu entered the cave and headed straight for where the two children were resting.
But once inside, Cecilia Gu couldn't find the two children. Just as she was about to call for someone, Earl Field's lazy voice came from behind: "Cecilia, it's really hard to get a moment alone with you. If I didn't use the kids as an excuse, I'd never get to see you."
Cecilia Gu slowly turned around and saw Earl Field, looking exhausted, walking toward her.
Earl Field looked terrible.
His eyes, usually red, were now bloodshot from staying up all night.
"Didn't you get any rest?" Cecilia Gu couldn't help but ask. "Weren't you supposed to sleep in the second half of the night?"
Earl Field just smiled softly. "How could I sleep? Back in London, the family crest I asked you to keep—is it still with you?"
Cecilia Gu nodded. "I still have it. I plan to give it to Miles Gu when he officially returns to the Field Family."
Earl Field nodded almost imperceptibly. "No rush. I called you here because there's something I need to tell you in advance."
Cecilia Gu immediately perked up and listened carefully.
Earl Field's eyes suddenly grew complicated. He lowered his head and looked at Cecilia Gu for a long time before finally speaking softly: "If I... die here, could I ask you, as his guardian, to stay with Miles Gu as he grows up in England?"