Thanks to the efforts of their two all-capable assistants and Wei Ziqian, when the private jet landed at the Swiss airport, Zhong Ziyan and Wei Hanyun smoothly transferred to a helicopter headed for their vacation cabin.
The only catch was that the cabin didn’t have a helipad, so the last leg of the journey required a short drive.
Unbothered by temperature extremes, Zhong Ziyan casually draped a down coat over herself and glanced at Wei Hanyun to confirm he had obediently slipped both arms into his sleeves before relaxing.
After all, they had just traveled from a scorching tropical island straight to the foot of a snow-capped mountain—such a drastic temperature shift could easily lead to a fever or cold.
And indeed, the ski vacation cabin Zhong Ziyan had spotted with a "For Sale" sign was nestled at the base of the famous Alps, complete with an open-air infinity-edge natural hot spring pool.
The owner of this cabin could lazily soak in their private hot spring, champagne in hand, while watching the sunrise over the Alps.
As the helicopter roared into the sky, Zhong Ziyan deftly handed a noise-canceling headset to Wei Hanyun and put one on herself.
Though this was a civilian helicopter, its controls were no different from a military one—Zhong Ziyan could have flown it herself if needed.
Wei Hanyun fiddled with the headset for a moment, as if trying to distinguish left from right.
The noise inside the helicopter was deafening—not only harmful to the ears but also making conversation impossible without headsets.
Zhong Ziyan leaned over, decisively plucked the large headset from Wei Hanyun’s hands, and placed it on his head. "Can you hear me?"
Wei Hanyun looked at her, adjusting the microphone near his mouth. "Aren’t you cold?"
Of course, Zhong Ziyan wasn’t cold—she could dismantle a UFO mid-air in combat gear barehanded. But Wei Hanyun was just an ordinary person.
Frowning, she touched the back of his hand to check his temperature, fastened a few buttons on his oversized down coat, and asked, "Want to hold my hands for warmth?"
Zhong Ziyan’s hands were as warm as if she were still basking in the summer sun of Cloud Island.
"Is that okay?" Wei Hanyun hesitated.
Zhong Ziyan thought, Of course! He’s my precious boss! Without another word, she wrapped his hands in hers, blew warm air onto them, and rubbed them gently.
The co-pilot glanced back and kindly offered, "Would you two like some hot coffee?"
Before Zhong Ziyan could respond, Wei Hanyun answered, "Sorry, I’m allergic to caffeine."
The co-pilot gave an apologetic nod and turned back around.
Meanwhile, Zhong Ziyan was contemplating whether to secretly cast another protective spell on Wei Hanyun to keep him warm.
But clearly, the last two spells had left traces he’d noticed, and she wasn’t eager to risk a third—what if he caught on again?
Fortunately, the helicopter ride wasn’t long. Twenty minutes later, they landed on the snow, where a modified white Hummer stood nearby, its rugged frame nearly blending into the wintry landscape.
Zhong Ziyan guided Wei Hanyun into the car, where the heater was running full blast. During the short drive, Wei Hanyun seemed to grow drowsy from the warmth.
When the vacation cabin finally came into view, Zhong Ziyan peered through the window and sighed in relief—Good, it looks like a proper honeymoon spot.
Smoke curled from the chimney, the windows gleamed, and the yard and driveway were impeccably maintained, showing no signs of being vacant for nearly half a year.
Originally, thrifty Zhong Ziyan had planned to rent a similar place, but finding one befitting Wei Hanyun’s status proved impossible, so she’d ended up buying this one.
The Hummer stopped right at the cabin’s entrance, where two people stood waiting.
"Welcome home," they greeted warmly, opening the door for Zhong Ziyan and Wei Hanyun. "Your cabin is ready."
The moment the door opened, the scent of burning pine from the fireplace enveloped them, instantly transporting them into a Nordic fairytale straight out of a Santa Claus story.
The five-bedroom cabin had been meticulously prepared overnight by a local cleaning service. The fridge was stocked with fresh produce, meat, and eggs, while the furniture and linens carried the crisp fragrance of recent laundering.
Though… the place reeked of newlywed romance.
The first thing Zhong Ziyan noticed upon entering was an enormous bouquet of red roses tied with a satin ribbon, white roses arranged into a heart at its center.
The living room table held a fruit basket overflowing with red roses and baby’s breath.
Even the master bed was adorned with two towel-folded swans nuzzling each other, surrounded by a heart of rose petals.
Zhong Ziyan: "…" Is this how newlyweds act on their honeymoon? So cheesy.
With mixed feelings, she picked up a rose petal and sniffed—at least they were fresh.
"Is there anything else you need?" the cleaning service manager asked with a smile.
Still holding the petal, Zhong Ziyan glanced at the impeccably polite Swiss staff. "Just daily cleaning from now on, thank you."
"Of course," the manager bowed. "Enjoy your honeymoon."
The modified white Hummer remained parked outside, serving as their transport for the next few days. Zhong Ziyan, nostalgic for snowbound adventures, had specifically opted out of hiring a driver.
The security team arrived swiftly. While Zhong Ziyan cooked in the kitchen, she could hear them scouting and setting up surveillance around the property.
"So," Wei Hanyun, now free of his down coat, leaned against the fridge and watched her cook. "What’s the plan?"
"Skiing, dog-sledding through the mountains, sunset and sunrise views from the cable car, and paragliding from the Alps’ peak," Zhong Ziyan listed, recalling her travel research. "Oh, and champagne in the hot spring."
She figured these high-end activities would suit a wealthy heir like Wei Hanyun.
"Or we could play video games," Wei Hanyun suggested.
Zhong Ziyan’s eyes lit up instantly!
"I checked earlier—there’s a game store in town. We can buy whatever we want," he continued leisurely. "Since we don’t need so many rooms, we could turn one into a gaming den."
Though tempted, Zhong Ziyan vaguely felt that "holing up indoors gaming nonstop" wasn’t the typical honeymoon experience.
Wei Hanyun added, "Besides, I’d rather relax indoors than do intense outdoor activities."
Well, if the boss says so!
Shortly after lunch, Zhong Ziyan drove Wei Hanyun to the nearest town’s game store.
As the only one within miles, the store was massive—spanning five storefronts and three floors, stocked with nearly every game currently on the market.
Zhong Ziyan had a full set of gaming consoles for all platforms, a brand-new large-screen display, and a sound system installed at this store, along with dozens of game cartridges and discs—enough to fill an entire van, which the store staff would later deliver and set up for her.
As she was about to swipe her card to pay, Zhong Ziyan noticed a little boy pressed against the shop’s window outside, his eyes fixed longingly on a limited-edition Iron Man figurine displayed in the showcase.
“Is he from the town?” Zhong Ziyan asked the clerk.
Leaning over the counter to look, the clerk sighed regretfully. “That’s the woodworker’s son. They have four children. Though the man’s a good soul, he can’t afford a collectible like that—hundreds of euros for just one model…”
“Add one more, then,” Zhong Ziyan said, tilting her head toward the display. “The one he’s looking at. Wrap it up and give it to him after we leave.”
The clerk blinked in surprise, then smiled warmly. “You must be the newlywed couple from China—the whole town’s been talking about you since yesterday. We were all wondering who could’ve bought that expensive cottage overnight.”
After swiping her card for a bill totaling six figures in euros, the clerk handed Zhong Ziyan the receipt and offered a sincere blessing. “Happy marriage, Mr. and Mrs. Wei. Kind people like you deserve a lifetime of happiness.”
Zhong Ziyan: “…Thank you.” Too bad they’d be divorced in a few months.
Not that it mattered to her—having money to spend was happiness enough.
Thanks to Wei Hanyun’s indulgence, the wealth Zhong Ziyan had accumulated over these past few months was astronomical—she hadn’t even bothered calculating the exact sum yet.
As she slid into the driver’s seat of the Hummer, she heard the little boy’s excited cheers outside the game store. Glancing in the rearview mirror, she caught sight of him jumping up and down, clutching the figurine tightly. A faint smile tugged at her lips.
