They say there are four great joys in life: achieving top scores in the imperial exams, sharing the bridal chamber on your wedding night, rain after a long drought, and meeting an old friend in a foreign land.
Now, Xu Yinsheng felt there were also three great moments of utter confusion in life.
First, absent-mindedly agreeing to be the girlfriend of a former “brother” who once locked her in a dark room.
Second, somehow agreeing to go on a honeymoon with said person.
Third, boarding a business jet with him in a daze.
The Boeing BBJ business jet is modelled after the Boeing 737, and is currently one of the most advanced large jet business aircraft in the world.
The BBJ private jet they were on was a Boeing 737-700 model, featuring VvIP, VIP, and BUSINESS class cabins, with a total of 29 seats.
At the rear of the plane, there was even a VIP bedroom.
“Luxurious feel, multiple independent zones, fully equipped functions, and exceptional range”—these are the defining features of this Boeing BBJ business jet.
The business jet cruised high above the clouds.
From time to time, people would step out from the cabin, either bowing their heads in conversation or flight attendants taking turns to stretch and look up at the clouds below.
The cabin was unusually quiet; only the ticking of the instrument panel and the humming resonance from the fuselage could be heard.
Inside the VIP bedroom.
The back half featured a double bed with seat belts, while the front half had a sofa by the window.
This comfortable airborne suite allowed travelers to sleep soundly through the long journey, with the two luxurious spaces separated by just a door.
On the sofa, Xu Yinsheng pressed her small face almost against the window.
The plane had already climbed above the clouds.
Outside was the pitch-black night, while the cabin lights were bright.
Looking down, with no clouds blocking the view, the twinkling lights of skyscrapers below looked like a river of stars.
Even now, Xu Yinsheng still hadn’t recovered from Zhao Yicheng’s “Let’s go on a honeymoon” remark.
She’d thought she’d be crippled—at worst, have her legs broken.
Yet here she was, riding a private business jet, going on a honeymoon?
Yin Bao really couldn’t figure out what was going on in Zhao Yicheng’s head—sometimes crazy, sometimes gentle, sometimes restrained, sometimes downright demonic… damn, did he have some kind of split personality disorder?!
If you’re sick, go see a doctor.
If it’s really bad, go to a psychiatric hospital—just don’t come torment her.
When Zhao Yicheng brought down that knife, she’d really almost peed herself in fear.
Shi Yin—
A voice called out by her ear.
Xu Yinsheng reluctantly pulled her gaze back.
Who knew how long it had been since she’d last flown?
The two of them were on a private business jet, and the spacious cabin was filled with all sorts of things—there was a soft, plush bed, a bathroom for freshening up, and even an entire bookshelf filled with books to pass the time.
Zhao Yicheng wore casual clothes, a finely crafted pocket watch on his wrist, his entire person exuding an elite aura.
He put down his business newspaper, glanced at the time on his pocket watch, and looked at Xu Yinsheng, his deep red eyes gazing intently at her, as if the person before him wasn’t human, but a flawless work of art.
“Do you like the sea?”
Xu Yinsheng hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded.
“That’s good,” Zhao Yicheng closed his newspaper.
“We’re heading to Lya Island, located in the Vifeixiu Archipelago. It’s the off-season for tourism, so there won’t be many people.”
He patted Xu Yinsheng’s head.
“What’s wrong? You’ve been fidgeting this whole trip. Got something on your mind?”
His large hand ruffled her head a few times before letting go.
Xu Yinsheng opened her mouth but didn’t say anything.
After a pause, she spoke softly and carefully, “You… you’re not running a fever, are you?”
Zhao Yicheng’s face stiffened.
Seeing this, Xu Yinsheng hurried to explain, “I’m not insulting you, I just think you’re acting a bit strange lately.”
“What’s strange about me?”
Zhao Yicheng rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
Fishing is all about tension and relaxation.
“Reeling in people” is the same way—you can’t pull too hard, or the “fish” will snap the line.
Maybe it was his lingering illness, or perhaps it was his previous irrational actions that Xu Yinsheng always resisted and hated.
After reflecting, Zhao Yicheng realized, at least in part, that his earlier behaviour had been somewhat unhinged.
He wanted to win Xu Yinsheng’s heart.
His original plan was to subtly open up little Yin’s heart, but after a series of events and his own irrationality, things had ended up like this.
His previous actions had indeed made it so that Xu Yinsheng had only him left in her life, but it had also pushed things to the extreme.
Xu Yinsheng’s body was in his hands, but her heart was not—if anything, she was deeply repulsed by him.
By forcing Xu Yinsheng to the edge of a cliff, Zhao Yicheng had also put himself in a dead end.
Either he would watch Xiao Yin get worn down by life until she finally fell into his arms, or he would watch her resist until one of them was completely destroyed.
So now, he planned to adopt a softer approach.
“You…”
Xu Yinsheng pondered for a few seconds, “Um, are you still taking your medicine? How’s your condition?”
She had already phrased it very tactfully, but Zhao Yicheng still understood what she meant.
Are you being so gentle with me now because your illness is acting up again?
“Did you actually prefer how I treated you before?”
Zhao Yicheng tapped her head, but inwardly wondered, could it be that Xiao Yin didn’t actually hate it as much as she seemed, and even enjoyed it?
Or had her image of him shifted from a good “brother” to a moody lunatic?
“No, no, no, this is good, this is really good,” Xu Yinsheng quickly shook her head.
Compared to the demonic Zhao Yicheng, the gentle version was much easier to deal with.
“I—I’m just not used to it yet,” she hurriedly explained, afraid Zhao Yicheng would misunderstand.
From being punished every day, to suddenly not being hit, and even getting to travel, she felt a bit lost, like she was dreaming.
Was she dreaming?
“No need to get used to it. The world is so big—I’ll take you to see it, just the two of us.”
Zhao Yicheng paused, then added, “As long as you don’t run away.”
Xu Yinsheng could only give a dry laugh at that.
Not run?
How could that be possible!
Life is precious, love is priceless, but if it’s for freedom, both can be given up!
Besides, only by leaving Zhao Yicheng could she have a life many times better than now.
She could even go to a bar and shout, “Tonight’s drinks are on me!”
But her evasiveness didn’t escape Zhao Yicheng’s notice.
He didn’t push—haste makes waste, and he’d already done enough groundwork.
Just as he was thinking this, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his head, as if something was gnawing at his brain, making him frown involuntarily.
Xu Yinsheng saw Zhao Yicheng’s face suddenly turn pale, sweat beading at his temples, and couldn’t help but ask with concern, “Are you… okay?”
“Just my old illness.”
Zhao Yicheng forced a smile, swallowed a pill, then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.
But soon, the soft sound of munching made him open his eyes again.
Xu Yinsheng was curled up in the corner of her seat, nibbling on snacks.
The in-flight meals on the business jet were luxurious—everything from triple-layer cakes to fresh fruit juice was available.
Her cheeks puffed out like a little squirrel hoarding food, stuffing her mouth non-stop.
“Eat slower!”
Zhao Yicheng couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.
“Ahem, ahem.” Xu Yinsheng choked a bit, her pink face flushing bright red, her eyes wide and round, looking absolutely adorable.
She quickly picked up her teacup to rinse her mouth, then patted her chest and let out a long breath.
“Much better now.”
At that moment, she noticed a gaze fixed on her.
She looked up, meeting a pair of deep, ocean-like eyes—Zhao Yicheng’s, looking at her with a half-smile.
Xu Yinsheng felt her heart skip a beat.
Zhao Yicheng picked up a small biscuit, popped it into his mouth, chewed a few times, and said, “Not bad.”