Here is the requested translation:
"Do you think the Royal Cruise is just any random place?"
With a shrill scream, Shang Yueling, who was just standing up, was abruptly pushed over the railing. In panic, she tightly clung to the barrier with both hands.
"Help!" She screamed toward the other guests on the balcony, pleading for aid.
Lu Xining stood right in front of her, leisurely smoothing out her skirt, then asked, "Do you see it clearly now?"
The guests Shang Yueling had assumed would surely criticize Lu Xining instead revealed expressions of admiration, their faces filled with an amused interest, showing no intention whatsoever of assisting her in her predicament.
"Everyone aboard isn't exactly a saint. Did you really think they would rescue you?"
"Forget about the strangers here. Just look at the smile on Zhuang Tian's face—doesn't it seem even brighter than when she's in front of you?"
Following her words, Shang Yueling indeed saw exactly what she described.