Here are a few different translation options for the given Chinese text:

Option 1:

A deafening thunderous boom shattered the sky, and torrential rain poured down as if to drown the entire city.

The yacht capsized, and Yan Chuqing fell into the sea, instantly feeling as if she had plunged into a bottomless abyss.

Ice-cold seawater engulfed her head, and she stretched out her arms, desperately swimming upward.

But wave after wave crashed over her, threatening to swallow her whole.

She had never felt death so close before.

As she began to sink, she clenched her teeth, her long lashes fluttering as a hint of icy aloofness seeped from her gaze!

She hadn't lived enough, she didn't want to die!

But the frigid seawater relentlessly flooded her lips and nose, filling her lungs, leaving her unable to breathe.

Just as she thought she would sink to the bottom of the sea, the whirring sound of a helicopter suddenly rang out overhead.

A beam of white, searing light pierced the dark night.

Then, she saw a tall, stern figure descending skillfully from the rope ladder.

The man wore a black T-shirt and pants, with black combat boots on his feet.

In her dazed state, Yan Chuqing seemed to see a glimmer of light.

The man leaped into the sea, swimming toward her like a fish.

As she sank again, the man's long, powerful arms grabbed her, pulling her up forcefully.

She broke through the surface, coughing up seawater.

Her arms instinctively wrapped around the man's neck.

She opened her weary eyes, gazing at the man before her.

His features were cold and sharp, his jawline chiseled, exuding a rugged, intense masculinity.

His entire being radiated an aura of intense, potent male pheromones.

The man glanced at her, his deep voice rumbling, "Don't be afraid, I'll get you out of here!"

Yan Chuqing stared at the man's face, as if trying to etch his appearance into the depths of her heart.

The man held her as they boarded the helicopter, and before she was set down, her fingers seemed to brush against something hard and cold, which she unconsciously clutched in her palm.

Before losing consciousness entirely, she heard someone call out, "Captain Fu, there are still people in the water over there."

So, his surname was Fu.

...

Three years later.

A dark luxury vehicle sped toward the outskirts of Ningcheng.

The bumpy road caused Jing Jie, the manager, to frown as she glanced at the beautiful woman with closed eyes in the backseat.

"I just asked you to have a drink at the banquet, but you had to hit that investor over the head with a whole bottle, completely offending him!"

"Now the big IP project we had lined up is gone, and we can only take on this niche film!"

"What's worse, this niche film has crazy demands, making you all go to this godforsaken place for professional training! If you don't want to do this film, I can try to get you out of it..."

Before Jing Jie could finish, the woman in the backseat suddenly opened her eyes.

They were a pair of slightly upturned, foxy eyes, as if naturally seductive, with rippling depths that could captivate the heavens.

"I could tolerate a drink, but when he touched my thigh, I couldn't let that slide!" The woman glanced out the window, a cold, alluring smile curling her lips as if recalling something. The tear mole at the corner of her eye only added to her captivating charm. "My thighs are only for one person to touch."

Jing Jie didn't understand. "Who?"

The woman's red lips curved into a mysterious smile, saying nothing.

The car arrived at the headquarters of the nation's most prestigious civilian comprehensive air rescue team, the Eagle Air Rescue Squad.

The niche film was called 'Air Heroes', and to help the actors fully embody their roles, the director arranged for the eight leads to undergo two weeks of professional training at the rescue squad.

Yan Chuqing stepped out of the car, the sunlight blinding as she pushed her sunglasses up to the bridge of her nose.

She wore a black spaghetti strap dress, the thin straps tracing her slender, gossamer-like shoulders, her skin glowing pale white.

"Jing Jie, do you know why I entered the entertainment industry three years ago?"

"Why?"

"Because the man here is my light!"

To find him, she stood before the brilliant spotlight, all so that one day, he would look up and see her.

Now that she finally had a chance to get close to him, how could she easily give that up?

Jing Jie was shocked. "My dear girl, you mustn't fall in love! You have more male fans than female fans, it could ruin your career!"

Yan Chuqing's red lips curled in a disdainful smile. "I don't care."

With a toss of her long hair, she strode in heels through the rescue center's gates.

Jing Jie watched Yan Chuqing's retreating figure, wondering what deity could have bewitched this thorny rose of the entertainment world to such an extent.

After registering, a tanned young man ran up to Yan Chuqing.

"Are you Yan Chuqing? Everyone else has gathered, we're just waiting for you."

Yan Chuqing pushed her sunglasses up, her foxy eyes narrowing slightly. "Where should I go? I'll head over right away."

Even amidst the many beauties of the entertainment world, Yan Chuqing's looks were second to none, with features and a face shape sculpted to perfection, alluringly gorgeous.

With just a glance from her, the young man's face flushed red.

"Over there, I'll take you!"

The young man took Yan Chuqing's luggage and led her toward the training field.

Yan Chuqing strode confidently in her high heels, following closely behind.

On the field, a group of people spotted a slender, captivating figure approaching from afar.

Her waist-length wavy hair swayed lightly with each step.

Below the hem of her dress, her legs were slender and straight.

Her narrow waist, no thicker than a flower vase's neck, seemed delicate yet supple.

"A real vixen, oozing charm and allure."

The women sneered with envy at Yan Chuqing's beauty, while the men naturally reacted oppositely, with the lesser-known male stars gawking at her as if their eyes might pop out.

The commotion in the squad drew the displeasure of the instructor.

"What are you all looking at? Stand in line!"

The instructor looked youthful, but the few celebrities paid him no heed, continuing their chatter and ogling the beauty.

"Ying Tian, what's going on? Can't you even control this small squad?" A deep, emotionless voice called out from nearby.

Upon hearing that voice, everyone instinctively shuddered, and the rowdy squad fell silent instantly.

A tall, imposing man holding a file strode over, dressed in a black rescue uniform with black leather boots. His face was stern, his deep, jet-black eyes radiating an understated aura of authority and coldness.

Catching sight of the man from a few paces away, Yan Chuqing froze.

It was him, Captain Fu, who had rescued her three years ago.

Option 2:

A thunderous boom shattered the sky, the deafening roar of an explosion tearing through the heavens as torrential rain poured down, threatening to drown the entire city.

The yacht capsized, and Yan Chuqing fell into the sea, instantly feeling as if plunged into a bottomless abyss.

The icy seawater engulfed her head, and she stretched out her arms, desperately swimming upward.

But wave after merciless wave crashed over her, as if determined to swallow her whole.

She had never felt death so perilously close before.

As she began sinking, teeth clenched and long lashes fluttering, a hint of icy aloofness seeped into her gaze!

She had not yet lived enough, she did not wish to die!

Yet the frigid seawater flooded remorselessly into her lips and nose, filling her lungs, leaving her unable to breathe.

Just as she thought the sea's depths would claim her, the whirring of helicopter blades suddenly pierced the air overhead.

A blinding beam of white light cut through the night's darkness.

Then, she saw a towering, stern figure descending skillfully down the rope ladder.

The man wore a black T-shirt and pants, with rugged black combat boots.

In her dazed state, Yan Chuqing seemed to perceive a glimmer of light.

The man leapt into the sea, swimming powerfully toward her like a fish.

As she sank again, his long, muscular arms encircled her, pulling her up with forceful strength.

She broke the surface, coughing up mouthfuls of seawater.

Her arms instinctively wrapped around the man's neck.

Wearily, she opened her eyes to gaze upon this man before her.

His features were chiseled, sharp, exuding rugged, intense masculinity.

His entire being radiated an aura of potent, smoldering virility.

The man's gaze flicked over her, his deep voice rumbling, "Don't be afraid, I'll get you out."

Yan Chuqing stared at his face, as if etching every detail into the depths of her soul.

As the man held her aboard the helicopter, her fingers seemed to brush against something hard and cold, which she unconsciously grasped in her palm.

Before losing consciousness entirely, she heard a voice call out, "Captain Fu, there are still others in the water over there."

So his surname was Fu.

...

Three years later.

A dark luxury vehicle sped along the highway toward the outskirts of Ningcheng City.

The bumpy journey caused Jing Jie, the manager, to frown as she glanced at the beautiful woman with closed eyes in the rear seat.

"I just told you to have a drink at that dinner, but you had to go and hit that investor right over the head with a whole bottle, completely offending the man!"

"Now the major IP deal we had secured is gone, and we're stuck with this niche indie film!"

"Worse yet, this small film has insane demands - forcing all of you lead actors to come to this backwater place for 'professional training'! If you don't want this role, I can try getting you out..."

Before the manager could finish, the raven-haired beauty's eyes suddenly fluttered open.

A pair of slightly upturned, foxy eyes, as if naturally blessed with the power to seduce, the rippling depths captivating as a siren's song.

"A drink I could tolerate, but when he dared lay hands upon my thigh..." She glanced out the window, a cold, alluring smile curving full red lips, as if recalling the effrontery. The tear mole at the corner of her eye only enhanced her striking charm. "These thighs are for one man's touch alone."

Baffled, Jing Jie asked, "Whose?"

The full lips curved in an enigmatic smile, offering no reply.

They arrived at the headquarters of the nation's most elite civilian air rescue squad.

This niche indie film was titled 'Air Heroes', and the director, aiming for utmost authenticity, had demanded the eight principal actors undergo two weeks of hardcore training with the rescue team.

Yan Chuqing emerged from the vehicle, sunlight glinting off her sunglasses as she pushed them atop her head.

She wore a black spaghetti-strap dress, the thin straps tracing the graceful curves of her slender, translucent shoulders, her porcelain skin glowing.

"Jing Jie, do you know why I entered the industry three years ago?"

"Why?"

"Because that man here is my light."

To find him, she had stepped into the brilliant spotlight, so that one day he might look up and see her.

Now that fate had granted this chance to be near him, how could she let it slip away?

Jing Jie was aghast. "My dear girl, you cannot fall in love! You have more male fans than female - it could ruin your entire career!"

Yan Chuqing's red lips curved in a disdainful smile. "I don't care."

With a toss of her long raven tresses, she strode through the squad's gates in her high heels.

Jing Jie watched her retreating figure, wondering what deity could have so bewitched this thorny rose of the entertainment realm.

After registering, a tanned young man hurried over.

"Are you Yan Chuqing? Everyone else is assembled, we were just waiting for you."

Yan Chuqing slid her sunglasses down, foxy eyes narrowing slightly. "Where should I go? Lead the way."

Even amidst the beauties of the industry, Yan Chuqing's looks were peerless, with features sculpted to perfection, an alluringly gorgeous vision.

Just a glance from her had the young man's face flushing scarlet.

"O-Over there, I'll take you!"

He took her luggage and led her toward the training field.

Yan Chuqing strode confidently in her towering heels, following close behind.

On the field, a squad had assembled, many eyes drawn to the lithe, captivating figure approaching from afar.

Her waist-length raven waves swayed hypnotically with each step.

Below the dress's hem, her legs were slender and toned to perfection.

Her narrow waist, more delicate than a flower vase's neck, seemed almost ethereally graceful yet supple.

"A total vixen, oozing allure."

The women sneered enviously at Yan Chuqing's beauty, while the men reacted... quite differently, the lesser celebrities outright gawking as if afraid to miss a moment.

The unruly commotion drew the instructor's ire.

"What are you idiots looking at? Eyes front!"

Despite his youthful looks, the arrogant celebrities paid no heed, continuing to gawk and chatter.

"Ying Tian, what's wrong with you? Can't control this little squad?" A deep, emotionless baritone cut through from nearby.

Everyone stiffened at that voice, the unruly squad falling deathly silent in an instant.

A towering, imposing figure strode toward them, holding a file, dressed head-to-toe in the rescue squad's black uniform and boots. His chiseled features were utterly stern, fathomless jet-black eyes radiating an aura of unbending authority and icy severity.

Still several paces away, Yan Chuqing froze at the sight of the man.

It was him - Captain Fu, who had rescued her that night three years ago.

Here are a few different translation options for the given Chinese text:

Option 1:

A deafening thunderous boom shattered the sky, and torrential rain poured down as if to drown the entire city.

The yacht capsized, and Yan Chuqing fell into the sea, instantly feeling as if she had plunged into a bottomless abyss.

Ice-cold seawater engulfed her head, and she stretched out her arms, desperately swimming upward.

But wave after wave crashed over her, threatening to swallow her whole.

She had never felt death so close before.

As she began to sink, she clenched her teeth, her long lashes fluttering as a hint of icy aloofness seeped from her gaze!

She hadn't lived enough, she didn't want to die!

But the frigid seawater relentlessly flooded her lips and nose, filling her lungs, leaving her unable to breathe.

Just as she thought she would sink to the bottom of the sea, the whirring sound of a helicopter suddenly rang out overhead.

A beam of white, searing light pierced the dark night.

Then, she saw a tall, stern figure descending skillfully from the rope ladder.

The man wore a black T-shirt and pants, with black combat boots on his feet.

In her dazed state, Yan Chuqing seemed to see a glimmer of light.

The man leaped into the sea, swimming toward her like a fish.

As she sank again, the man's long, powerful arms grabbed her, pulling her up forcefully.

She broke through the surface, coughing up seawater.

Her arms instinctively wrapped around the man's neck.

She opened her weary eyes, gazing at the man before her.

His features were cold and sharp, his jawline chiseled, exuding a rugged, intense masculinity.

His entire being radiated an aura of intense, potent male pheromones.

The man glanced at her, his deep voice rumbling, "Don't be afraid, I'll get you out of here!"

Yan Chuqing stared at the man's face, as if trying to etch his appearance into the depths of her heart.

The man held her as they boarded the helicopter, and before she was set down, her fingers seemed to brush against something hard and cold, which she unconsciously clutched in her palm.

Before losing consciousness entirely, she heard someone call out, "Captain Fu, there are still people in the water over there."

So, his surname was Fu.

...

Three years later.

A dark luxury vehicle sped toward the outskirts of Ningcheng.

The bumpy road caused Jing Jie, the manager, to frown as she glanced at the beautiful woman with closed eyes in the backseat.

"I just asked you to have a drink at the banquet, but you had to hit that investor over the head with a whole bottle, completely offending him!"

"Now the big IP project we had lined up is gone, and we can only take on this niche film!"

"What's worse, this niche film has crazy demands, making you all go to this godforsaken place for professional training! If you don't want to do this film, I can try to get you out of it..."

Before Jing Jie could finish, the woman in the backseat suddenly opened her eyes.

They were a pair of slightly upturned, foxy eyes, as if naturally seductive, with rippling depths that could captivate the heavens.

"I could tolerate a drink, but when he touched my thigh, I couldn't let that slide!" The woman glanced out the window, a cold, alluring smile curling her lips as if recalling something. The tear mole at the corner of her eye only added to her captivating charm. "My thighs are only for one person to touch."

Jing Jie didn't understand. "Who?"

The woman's red lips curved into a mysterious smile, saying nothing.

The car arrived at the headquarters of the nation's most prestigious civilian comprehensive air rescue team, the Eagle Air Rescue Squad.

The niche film was called 'Air Heroes', and to help the actors fully embody their roles, the director arranged for the eight leads to undergo two weeks of professional training at the rescue squad.

Yan Chuqing stepped out of the car, the sunlight blinding as she pushed her sunglasses up to the bridge of her nose.

She wore a black spaghetti strap dress, the thin straps tracing her slender, gossamer-like shoulders, her skin glowing pale white.

"Jing Jie, do you know why I entered the entertainment industry three years ago?"

"Why?"

"Because the man here is my light!"

To find him, she stood before the brilliant spotlight, all so that one day, he would look up and see her.

Now that she finally had a chance to get close to him, how could she easily give that up?

Jing Jie was shocked. "My dear girl, you mustn't fall in love! You have more male fans than female fans, it could ruin your career!"

Yan Chuqing's red lips curled in a disdainful smile. "I don't care."

With a toss of her long hair, she strode in heels through the rescue center's gates.

Jing Jie watched Yan Chuqing's retreating figure, wondering what deity could have bewitched this thorny rose of the entertainment world to such an extent.

After registering, a tanned young man ran up to Yan Chuqing.

"Are you Yan Chuqing? Everyone else has gathered, we're just waiting for you."

Yan Chuqing pushed her sunglasses up, her foxy eyes narrowing slightly. "Where should I go? I'll head over right away."

Even amidst the many beauties of the entertainment world, Yan Chuqing's looks were second to none, with features and a face shape sculpted to perfection, alluringly gorgeous.

With just a glance from her, the young man's face flushed red.

"Over there, I'll take you!"

The young man took Yan Chuqing's luggage and led her toward the training field.

Yan Chuqing strode confidently in her high heels, following closely behind.

On the field, a group of people spotted a slender, captivating figure approaching from afar.

Her waist-length wavy hair swayed lightly with each step.

Below the hem of her dress, her legs were slender and straight.

Her narrow waist, no thicker than a flower vase's neck, seemed delicate yet supple.

"A real vixen, oozing charm and allure."

The women sneered with envy at Yan Chuqing's beauty, while the men naturally reacted oppositely, with the lesser-known male stars gawking at her as if their eyes might pop out.

The commotion in the squad drew the displeasure of the instructor.

"What are you all looking at? Stand in line!"

The instructor looked youthful, but the few celebrities paid him no heed, continuing their chatter and ogling the beauty.

"Ying Tian, what's going on? Can't you even control this small squad?" A deep, emotionless voice called out from nearby.

Upon hearing that voice, everyone instinctively shuddered, and the rowdy squad fell silent instantly.

A tall, imposing man holding a file strode over, dressed in a black rescue uniform with black leather boots. His face was stern, his deep, jet-black eyes radiating an understated aura of authority and coldness.

Catching sight of the man from a few paces away, Yan Chuqing froze.

It was him, Captain Fu, who had rescued her three years ago.

Option 2:

A thunderous boom shattered the sky, the deafening roar of an explosion tearing through the heavens as torrential rain poured down, threatening to drown the entire city.

The yacht capsized, and Yan Chuqing fell into the sea, instantly feeling as if plunged into a bottomless abyss.

The icy seawater engulfed her head, and she stretched out her arms, desperately swimming upward.

But wave after merciless wave crashed over her, as if determined to swallow her whole.

She had never felt death so perilously close before.

As she began sinking, teeth clenched and long lashes fluttering, a hint of icy aloofness seeped into her gaze!

She had not yet lived enough, she did not wish to die!

Yet the frigid seawater flooded remorselessly into her lips and nose, filling her lungs, leaving her unable to breathe.

Just as she thought the sea's depths would claim her, the whirring of helicopter blades suddenly pierced the air overhead.

A blinding beam of white light cut through the night's darkness.

Then, she saw a towering, stern figure descending skillfully down the rope ladder.

The man wore a black T-shirt and pants, with rugged black combat boots.

In her dazed state, Yan Chuqing seemed to perceive a glimmer of light.

The man leapt into the sea, swimming powerfully toward her like a fish.

As she sank again, his long, muscular arms encircled her, pulling her up with forceful strength.

She broke the surface, coughing up mouthfuls of seawater.

Her arms instinctively wrapped around the man's neck.

Wearily, she opened her eyes to gaze upon this man before her.

His features were chiseled, sharp, exuding rugged, intense masculinity.

His entire being radiated an aura of potent, smoldering virility.

The man's gaze flicked over her, his deep voice rumbling, "Don't be afraid, I'll get you out."

Yan Chuqing stared at his face, as if etching every detail into the depths of her soul.

As the man held her aboard the helicopter, her fingers seemed to brush against something hard and cold, which she unconsciously grasped in her palm.

Before losing consciousness entirely, she heard a voice call out, "Captain Fu, there are still others in the water over there."

So his surname was Fu.

...

Three years later.

A dark luxury vehicle sped along the highway toward the outskirts of Ningcheng City.

The bumpy journey caused Jing Jie, the manager, to frown as she glanced at the beautiful woman with closed eyes in the rear seat.

"I just told you to have a drink at that dinner, but you had to go and hit that investor right over the head with a whole bottle, completely offending the man!"

"Now the major IP deal we had secured is gone, and we're stuck with this niche indie film!"

"Worse yet, this small film has insane demands - forcing all of you lead actors to come to this backwater place for 'professional training'! If you don't want this role, I can try getting you out..."

Before the manager could finish, the raven-haired beauty's eyes suddenly fluttered open.

A pair of slightly upturned, foxy eyes, as if naturally blessed with the power to seduce, the rippling depths captivating as a siren's song.

"A drink I could tolerate, but when he dared lay hands upon my thigh..." She glanced out the window, a cold, alluring smile curving full red lips, as if recalling the effrontery. The tear mole at the corner of her eye only enhanced her striking charm. "These thighs are for one man's touch alone."

Baffled, Jing Jie asked, "Whose?"

The full lips curved in an enigmatic smile, offering no reply.

They arrived at the headquarters of the nation's most elite civilian air rescue squad.

This niche indie film was titled 'Air Heroes', and the director, aiming for utmost authenticity, had demanded the eight principal actors undergo two weeks of hardcore training with the rescue team.

Yan Chuqing emerged from the vehicle, sunlight glinting off her sunglasses as she pushed them atop her head.

She wore a black spaghetti-strap dress, the thin straps tracing the graceful curves of her slender, translucent shoulders, her porcelain skin glowing.

"Jing Jie, do you know why I entered the industry three years ago?"

"Why?"

"Because that man here is my light."

To find him, she had stepped into the brilliant spotlight, so that one day he might look up and see her.

Now that fate had granted this chance to be near him, how could she let it slip away?

Jing Jie was aghast. "My dear girl, you cannot fall in love! You have more male fans than female - it could ruin your entire career!"

Yan Chuqing's red lips curved in a disdainful smile. "I don't care."

With a toss of her long raven tresses, she strode through the squad's gates in her high heels.

Jing Jie watched her retreating figure, wondering what deity could have so bewitched this thorny rose of the entertainment realm.

After registering, a tanned young man hurried over.

"Are you Yan Chuqing? Everyone else is assembled, we were just waiting for you."

Yan Chuqing slid her sunglasses down, foxy eyes narrowing slightly. "Where should I go? Lead the way."

Even amidst the beauties of the industry, Yan Chuqing's looks were peerless, with features sculpted to perfection, an alluringly gorgeous vision.

Just a glance from her had the young man's face flushing scarlet.

"O-Over there, I'll take you!"

He took her luggage and led her toward the training field.

Yan Chuqing strode confidently in her towering heels, following close behind.

On the field, a squad had assembled, many eyes drawn to the lithe, captivating figure approaching from afar.

Her waist-length raven waves swayed hypnotically with each step.

Below the dress's hem, her legs were slender and toned to perfection.

Her narrow waist, more delicate than a flower vase's neck, seemed almost ethereally graceful yet supple.

"A total vixen, oozing allure."

The women sneered enviously at Yan Chuqing's beauty, while the men reacted... quite differently, the lesser celebrities outright gawking as if afraid to miss a moment.

The unruly commotion drew the instructor's ire.

"What are you idiots looking at? Eyes front!"

Despite his youthful looks, the arrogant celebrities paid no heed, continuing to gawk and chatter.

"Ying Tian, what's wrong with you? Can't control this little squad?" A deep, emotionless baritone cut through from nearby.

Everyone stiffened at that voice, the unruly squad falling deathly silent in an instant.

A towering, imposing figure strode toward them, holding a file, dressed head-to-toe in the rescue squad's black uniform and boots. His chiseled features were utterly stern, fathomless jet-black eyes radiating an aura of unbending authority and icy severity.

Still several paces away, Yan Chuqing froze at the sight of the man.

It was him - Captain Fu, who had rescued her that night three years ago.