Hua Shuangshuang clicked open the link and had barely glanced at it when Zhong Ziyan’s second message came through: "Check-in tomorrow."
Well, now Hua Shuangshuang understood just how "urgent" this was.
No matter—preparing a flawless honeymoon with just one day’s notice was just another skill in the repertoire of a top-tier assistant.
Hua Shuangshuang calmly replied with an "Okay," shoveled the last of her food into her mouth, grabbed her gift bag, and took a shuttle to her floating pod.
On the way, she peeked inside the gift she’d drawn—a pink diamond and a bottle of Chanel perfume.
Ugh, bad luck.
...
After receiving Hua Shuangshuang’s reply, Zhong Ziyan let out a relieved sigh and set down her phone. "It’s all arranged. When do we leave?"
Wei Hanyun, who had been idly toying with bartending tools, turned his head. "Whenever you’re ready. We can leave the moment you change clothes."
As he spoke, he slid a brightly colored cocktail toward her. "Want to try it?"
Curious, Zhong Ziyan took a small sip. The drink was refreshing, the alcohol masked by fruity notes, leaving a sweet taste with just a faint, tingling aftertaste on the tip of her tongue.
"It’s delicious," she praised without hesitation. "What’s it called?"
Wei Hanyun propped his elbow on the bar and thought for a moment. "No name yet. How about ‘Runaway Wedding Day’?"
Zhong Ziyan glanced up at him over the rim of her glass, trying to gauge whether he was joking.
After all, this honeymoon had come out of nowhere—no prior hints, no discussions. For all she knew, it could be some business scheme.
Earlier, Zhong Ziyan had discreetly scanned the faces of Wei Hanyun’s half-siblings. Aside from Wei Duohai, who looked utterly drained after her memory-erasure spell, none of the others seemed the least bit happy about the wedding.
"Is there anything I can help with?" Zhong Ziyan asked again, out of professional duty and a twinge of conscience.
Predictably, Wei Hanyun responded with the same attitude as before: "Relax, it’s just a vacation. Nothing’s going to happen."
Zhong Ziyan sighed. Wei Hanyun was usually patient and composed, but he absolutely hated when people tried to assist him.
She downed the rest of her cocktail and set the glass aside. "I’ll go change. Depart for Switzerland in three hours?"
"Sure," Wei Hanyun agreed with a nod.
Zhong Ziyan lifted the hem of her dress and left, discreetly casting a protective spell over her wedding gown when no one was looking—ensuring it wouldn’t drag on the sand or get stepped on by her heels.
Back in her cabin, she changed out of the dress and hung it carefully on a mannequin, patting its shoulder. "Sorry about that. Maybe someday you’ll fetch a fortune at auction... or end up in a museum."
Such a beautiful gown, yet it had only been showcased for mere minutes. If it had a soul, it would probably weep from the injustice.
Now that they were heading straight from the nearly barren Claude Island to Switzerland—with Wei Hanyun carelessly leaving all the arrangements to her—Zhong Ziyan lay on the bed, massaging her temples as she mapped out the itinerary.
Clothing, food, lodging, transportation—she’d need to pack appropriately; the new house had to be furnished in record time; and since they were heading to a ski paradise, private slopes and instructors had to be booked in advance...
In her past life, Zhong Ziyan would’ve been fine flying solo to Switzerland for some wilderness survival, but this honeymoon revolved around Wei Hanyun’s comfort.
So she meticulously crafted a plan tailored to him—one that required a staff of about forty.
With no budget constraints, the planning was relatively stress-free.
Once done, she forwarded all the requirements to Hua Shuangshuang.
Hua Shuangshuang skimmed the list and thought, "…Is this a royal procession or what?"
The demands ranged from pre-lit fireplaces or heated floors in their cabin (decorated in a honeymoon theme) to booking an entire ski slope for a day and even preparing firearms for self-defense.
Hua Shuangshuang replied for confirmation: "Is Fang Nan also on leave? Can I rope him in to help?"
A minute later, Zhong Ziyan responded: "Wei Hanyun says it’s fine."
Hua Shuangshuang smirked and dialed her partner-in-misery—misery loves company, and if Fang Nan suffered more than she did, she’d feel much better.
Fang Nan, upon receiving the call: "…" He promptly intercepted Wei Ziqian with polite urgency. "Young Master Ziqian, care to lend a hand to your musical idol?"
Wei Ziqian nearly spat out a curse but swallowed it under Wei Second Sister-in-law’s withering glare. "You guys found out way too fast!"
Fang Nan adjusted his glasses. "Credit to Second Madam for that."
Wei Second Sister-in-law, utterly unrepentant, cackled behind her son, clearly enjoying his social demise.
"…" What could Wei Ziqian do? He rolled his eyes and relented. "Fine, what does she need?"
"Help sort through documents?" Fang Nan suggested earnestly. "I’ve heard of your photographic memory—we could really use that right now. Especially when the honeymoon starts in less than fifteen hours and nothing’s ready at the destination."
Wei Ziqian: "…" He rolled up his sleeves, exasperated. "What’s with Uncle and… and… Auntie? Even their honeymoon’s a mess. Alright, fine, I’ll help."
Wei Hanyan, watching nearby, teased, "You’re secretly thrilled to be of service to Auntie, aren’t you?"
Wei Ziqian flushed and snapped, "Shut it!"
Wei Hanyan stuck out her tongue. "Nyah."
In the background, Second Miss flitted about, begging for photos and asking if she could post them online.
She had just dropped her Maserati key fob in panic after realizing she’d accidentally gone live on social media.
After Fang Nan assured her it wasn’t a big deal, she glued her shattered ego back together and resumed her quest for clout.
Fang Nan glanced at the now-recovered social butterfly, confident she could handle herself, then bid Wei Hanyan farewell and dragged Wei Ziqian off to meet Hua Shuangshuang in a conference room for an all-nighter.
With this trio’s combined efforts, Zhong Ziyan’s haphazard honeymoon plan somehow lurched into motion.
Aboard the private jet, Zhong Ziyan’s silenced phone buzzed with notifications from a new group chat—four members: Zhong Ziyan, Hua Shuangshuang, Fang Nan, and Wei Ziqian.
Wei Ziqian had renamed himself "Rockn’Roll My Ass" and remained eerily silent, as if every word would deepen his social death.
Meanwhile, Hua Shuangshuang and Fang Nan’s messages flowed in an orderly, unbroken stream.
【Hua Shuangshuang: The contract has been signed on your behalf. The vacation home was purchased for twenty-nine million six hundred thousand USD. The documents will be delivered to you by the law firm upon arrival.】
【Fang Nan: The ski resort has been reserved for full-day private use on the second and third days after arrival. The Alaskan dog sled team is on standby.】
【Hua Shuangshuang: The helicopter for airport transfer has been arranged. You can board immediately upon landing.】
【Fang Nan: The cleaning team has arrived and begun preparing the vacation home.】
【Zhong Ziyan: I didn’t bring any clothes.】
【Hua Shuangshuang: Down jackets will be provided on the helicopter. The rest of the wardrobe has been arranged for delivery from the nearest mall. @Fang Nan, send me Mr. Wei’s clothing sizes.】
【Zhong Ziyan: And food.】
【Fang Nan: Should we hire a temporary chef or fly over the culinary team from Tingshan?】
【Zhong Ziyan: I’ll cook.】
【Fang Nan: Understood. I’ll ensure the vacation home’s freezer is stocked with fresh ingredients, replenished daily.】
After several hours of meticulous coordination, everything fell seamlessly into place. Zhong Ziyan no longer had to worry about walking into the vacation home with Wei Hanyun only to find it resembling a haunted house.
When it came to Wei Hanyun’s requests, she had never dropped the ball—her professionalism as the service provider remained unshakable. No matter the demand, the all-capable contractor would deliver!
“Ziyan,” Wei Hanyun called to her, his voice gentle and unassuming. “I’m a bit tired. I’ll rest in the back for a while.”
Zhong Ziyan set down her phone and fetched a blanket for him. “Adjusting to the time zone early?”
Given their flight schedule, they’d arrive in Switzerland around 10 a.m., making a nap perfectly reasonable.
“I was nervous about the wedding last night and didn’t sleep well,” Wei Hanyun admitted, accepting the thin blanket with a word of thanks before retreating to the rear cabin’s bedroom.
His casual remark left Zhong Ziyan momentarily stunned: Huh?
…
The last time the internet had erupted in such frenzy was during Zhong Ziyan’s very public clash with charity organizations—though, truthfully, that hadn’t been too long ago.
And now, this second wave of hysteria? Once again, courtesy of Zhong Ziyan.
This time, it was Second Miss who had exposed Zhong Ziyan’s true appearance and the long-speculated identity of her husband.
The hashtag #WeiHanyunZhongZiyan skyrocketed to the top of trending lists, followed closely by a cascade of related topics:
#ThisIsWhatA100MillionWeddingLooksLike
#Maserati
#Rolex
#1982ChateauPetrus
Faced with Second Miss’s flood of wedding photos, netizens who couldn’t attend the ceremony on Cloud Island could only live vicariously through the extravagance from afar.
【I’m 150cm tall—perfect for a ring bearer! Do ring bearers get red envelopes? I’d settle for just one diamond, honestly!】
【That wedding train is so long—don’t you need someone to carry it? Pick me!】
【One tiny gem from that gown could set me up for life…】
【Is your island hiring cleaners? I’ll work for room and board alone—no salary needed. Just let me bask in the wealth vibes.】
【I hereby declare them the most visually stunning couple of the century!! [blurry screenshot of wedding gaze]】
【I used to think Wei Hanyun should stay single—too handsome, rich, and refined for any partner. But after seeing his wife, I’ve got one bold idea…】
【Go on, say it. Pretty sure we’re all thinking the same thing.】
Reading this, Second Miss silently intervened before these audacious netizens crossed the line into account-suspension territory.
【Live-Stream Fanatic Second Miss: …That’s enough. Have you all forgotten how even Weibo had to bow and issue an apology last time?】
