The thought of spending over a hundred million dollars in one go tugged at Zhong Ziyan's heartstrings—just a tiny, tiny bit.
But then again, considering how much money they had made—and all thanks to Wei Hanyun's luck—shelling out a few hundred million didn’t seem so bad. Gritting her teeth, she pushed aside her reluctance and returned to the hotel, ordering room service before diving into her phone to research: Las Vegas, honeymoon itinerary.
The occasionally reliable, occasionally frustrating search engine proved useful this time, promptly displaying a list of recommended activities for honeymooning couples in Las Vegas—complete with dining, lodging, and entertainment options, all neatly labeled with their respective prices.
While Wei Hanyun was in the shower, Zhong Ziyan quickly dialed the suite’s private butler and requested tickets for a series of attractions.
Luxury hotel suites differed from standard rooms in many ways, one of which was the exclusive private butler service.
If you were an ordinary guest calling the front desk to ask for front-row VIP tickets to a sold-out circus show the next evening, the receptionist would likely apologize and explain that tickets needed to be booked in advance. But if you called the private butler and made it clear that money was no object, they would courteously assure you: No problem at all. Allow me some time, and I’ll arrange everything for you.
Following online recommendations, Zhong Ziyan booked a daytime helicopter tour, lunch at Joël Robuchon, an afternoon ride on the High Roller, dinner at Hell’s Kitchen, and an evening performance by Cirque du Soleil.
A lavish itinerary by any measure.
Even before entering the infinite game, back when she was just an ordinary person, Zhong Ziyan had heard of Las Vegas’s legendary extravagance.
But after witnessing the city ravaged by a biochemical crisis, seeing it now so vibrant and alive left her with mixed emotions.
Once the private butler confirmed all five reservations, Zhong Ziyan hung up in relief and idly scrolled through Weibo, waiting for the next day to arrive.
But just before bed, she suddenly remembered one crucial detail—the bed.
Since they were staying in a hotel, they could only book one suite.
And a suite, by definition, was supposed to be spacious, with more than enough beds—
—Or so Zhong Ziyan thought, until she turned the place upside down.
Perhaps because the hotel had learned they were a married couple on their honeymoon, they had thoughtfully removed all other beds from the suite, replacing them with decorative furniture—leaving only the master bedroom’s king-sized bed.
Unwilling to concede, Zhong Ziyan circled the suite twice before declaring, “...I’ll sleep on the—” couch.
“We’ve already kissed,” Wei Hanyun closed the book he’d barely started and set it on the nightstand. With a calm expression, he patted the space beside him. “Sleep here.”
He had already figured out her pattern.
Zhong Ziyan wasn’t the one with reservations—she was worried he might be.
After a brief hesitation, she grabbed a pillow and climbed into bed, placing it firmly between them like a grade-schooler drawing a line in the sand. “This is the arrangement.”
Wei Hanyun raised an eyebrow from his side of the bed. “Goodnight.”
Zhong Ziyan lay stiffly on her half, clutching another pillow. “Goodnight.”
With a soft click, the room plunged into darkness.
Unaccustomed to having someone so close while she slept, Zhong Ziyan resisted the urge to toss and turn, not wanting to disturb Wei Hanyun. Instead, she hugged her pillow and pondered her own luck.
The events of the casino earlier that day replayed vividly in her mind—how she had calculated the roulette ball’s trajectory, watched it bounce unpredictably, and ultimately miss her predicted number by a hair.
Yet Wei Hanyun barely needed to glance at the wheel before calling the winning number.
No wonder he had amassed such wealth beyond his family’s fortune.
Even just touching him seemed to shield her from her usual curse of bad luck.
Maybe those fairy tales about true love’s kiss and lucky kisses weren’t entirely baseless after all...
From now on, before any situation requiring luck, she’d make sure to shake Wei Hanyun’s hand thoroughly.
Lost in her thoughts, Zhong Ziyan drifted off without realizing it.
She woke when Wei Hanyun did, his shifting breaths pulling her from a dreamless sleep.
Peeking one eye open, she watched him sit up before yawning and checking the time.
“Still early,” Wei Hanyun murmured, covering her eyes lightly with his hand. “Go back to sleep.”
Blinking, Zhong Ziyan withdrew her hand from the alarm clock and obediently dozed off again.
By the time she truly woke, it was nearly nine in the morning. On the nightstand sat an extravagant bouquet of deep red roses.
She hefted it experimentally—wow, surprisingly heavy. Most women would struggle to lift it one-handed.
Carrying the roses, she wandered into the suite’s sitting area, where Wei Hanyun glanced up from his book. “From the hotel,” he explained.
“Comprehensive service,” Zhong Ziyan accepted without question, setting the bouquet on a glass coffee table before pausing. “Have you eaten?”
“Waiting for you,” he replied, picking up the phone. “I’ll order room service.”
The culinary offerings of a luxury hotel’s top-tier suite lived up to expectations—even breakfast exuded an air of refined elegance.
Zhong Ziyan even spotted familiar edible gold leaf adorning her ice cream.
Though the hotel provided stylists and fashion consultants, the butler back at Tingshan had thoughtfully spared them the trouble—every outfit he’d packed was pre-coordinated, ready to wear straight out of the suitcase.
Even more considerate? The color schemes subtly matched, creating an unspoken couple’s aesthetic.
After breakfast, the private butler called right on cue: “Your helicopter is ready on the rooftop.”
Wei Hanyun, who happened to answer, closed his book—now a dozen pages further than the night before. “You planned an itinerary?”
“Didn’t you tell me to arrange things?” Zhong Ziyan slipped into her shoes, grabbed the handbag the butler had paired with her outfit, and reached for Wei Hanyun’s hand. “Let’s go.”
If the boss assigned a task, she’d make sure he enjoyed it too!
It wasn’t until the helicopter was about to take off that Zhong Ziyan remembered: Las Vegas was surrounded by desert and relentless sunlight. According to Wei Hanyan, ordinary people had to wear sunscreen.
She glanced at the very ordinary man beside her. ...Oversight.
She borrowed a pair of sunglasses from the pilot and handed them to Wei Hanyun.
“The sun is nice,” he said, leaning slightly to peer out her window. “I don’t get much sunlight usually.”
Zhong Ziyan thought for a second—true enough.
And just like that, she was happy again.
The helicopter, originally meant for seven passengers, carried only the two of them aside from the pilot, allowing them to enjoy a relatively quiet aerial view of the desert landscape near Las Vegas and the magnificent Grand Canyon.
When they looked back, Las Vegas had shrunk into a compact cluster, still shimmering with intoxicating brilliance even in broad daylight.
Compared to the grandeur of the canyon, the golden sands, and the massive dam, Zhong Ziyan had to admit she was more mundanely drawn to the glimmering gold and silver behind her.
As long as she wasn’t the one losing money at the casinos, that is.
Wei Hanyun suddenly asked beside her, "Still thinking about the casino?"
Zhong Ziyan… Zhong Ziyan was indeed tempted.
But she resolutely shook her head, resisting the lure. "Not today. We’re busy today."
…She’d consider it tomorrow.
The helicopter circled the designated sightseeing route twice before finally returning to the rooftop helipad of their hotel.
A private butler in a tailcoat waited by the elevator on the top floor. "Your car has arrived downstairs and is ready to take you to the restaurant."
Zhong Ziyan briefly considered buying sunscreen for Wei Hanyun, but he took her hand and led her straight into the express elevator down.
The spacious limousine carried them to the renowned—and notoriously expensive—French restaurant, Joël Robuchon, for lunch. When Zhong Ziyan insisted on paying the bill, she glanced at the total.
Even mentally prepared, her heart still skipped a beat. At that price, they might as well have been eating actual gold.
On the way to the Ferris wheel, Zhong Ziyan made a point to ask Wei Hanyun for his opinion. "Was it good?"
Wei Hanyun lowered his head in thought for a moment. "Exquisite and flawless, but I prefer your cooking. It has a different charm."
Zhong Ziyan also pondered for a moment before concluding, "Are you…"
"I’m complimenting you," Wei Hanyun said with a laugh. He turned toward the towering Ferris wheel, now looming ahead, and opened the car door, offering his hand to Zhong Ziyan. "Who gave you the idea to come to such a romantic place?"
Zhong Ziyan wasn’t the least bit surprised he’d seen through her. "…The internet is full of wisdom."
Had she not looked it up online the day before, Zhong Ziyan wouldn’t have even noticed the massive Ferris wheel standing tall in Las Vegas.
Each cabin of this 550-foot-tall Ferris wheel could accommodate up to forty people, with space as large as an ordinary house.
…But if you were willing to pay enough, you could reserve an entire empty cabin—or even ensure the entire Ferris wheel had no one else but you.
The wheel moved slowly, allowing passengers to dine and drink inside. To match Zhong Ziyan’s extravagance, they had generously provided two bottles of champagne, French pastries, scented candles…
And a fresh, vibrant bouquet of red roses.
Zhong Ziyan: "…" There was just no escaping this, was there?
