Chapter 051: Sharing the Honeymoon Suite

With the agreement between the Empress and Zhang Hao, large-scale weapons had ceased to be used, and Blue Moon Island gradually returned to its normal operations. Yesterday, the elite units suffered a disastrous defeat during their surprise attack, and in the end, the Black Palace faction selected their highest-ranking commander.

At this time, Chen Fang received an order: to come to Blue Moon Island and be ready at any moment to dismantle the advanced three-star dance instrument, the Crystal Violin.

When the main forces arrived, before even settling in, she heard a voice she had longed for so desperately. Looking toward the source, she saw, as expected, the one she’d been yearning for day and night—Le Xiaotian.

Feeling excited, Chen Fang approached Le Xiaotian quickly. When they drew near, she asked, “Xiaotian, what are you doing here?”

As soon as she spoke, she regretted it. What was wrong with her? He must have come to settle scores with Ying Dengbo and Zhang Hao. Why did her intelligence seem to drop so suddenly?

She glanced to the side; accompanying Chen Fang was a group in military attire—most likely the arrival of the commander.

Turning her gaze back, Le Xiaotian smiled, “You came so early, you must be exhausted. Come, let me take you diving for some fun.”

Before Chen Fang could answer, footsteps and a man's voice sounded behind her, “Dr. Chen, I’ve already booked your room. I’ll be staying right across from you, so I can look after you. What do you think?”

The man approaching was about forty, dignified and refined. Though she couldn’t decipher his rank insignia, he was clearly superior to the agents who fought yesterday in the bloodbath at the Grand Staircase of the Four Directions and Eighty-Eight Pearl Strings.

Chen Fang wasn’t particularly skilled at singing or dancing, but she was beautiful, highly educated, graceful, and, by all appearances, extremely well endowed—at least a 36D. No, rather, she had a broad heart. Such a woman was surely the prize every wolf desired.

Yet while Xiaotian was speaking, someone dared to interrupt—a provocation!

Instantly, Le Xiaotian made a decision. “Heh, Fang, my room is quite spacious. If you don’t mind, you can stay with me. It’s empty anyway. Besides, I’d like to discuss the Crystal Violin with you.”

Aside from Su Yun and Sun Yuzhen, his unseen parents, and the future recruits for the Star Soul Philharmonic—23 gods and 65 goddesses—no one else truly qualified to share his space.

But Le Xiaotian had taken a distinct dislike to Bi Muyang, so he decided to squash this bothersome fly.

Bi Muyang’s face darkened.

Originally, Chen Fang was in a vulnerable period, having just suffered heartbreak, and now had this mission from the Star Tower. In such dangerous circumstances, if he could show her enough care, wouldn’t an opportunity arise?

Yet before he could even begin, he arrived at Blue Moon Island only to find this young man stirring up trouble. And he was affectionately calling her “Fang” in public!

Stepping forward, Bi Muyang sought her opinion, “Dr. Chen, the room I booked has your favorite crystal television—something rare even in the Blue Moon Grand Hotel.”

Le Xiaotian scoffed, then called over the female lobby manager, “Tell him about my room’s amenities.”

The lobby manager’s purpose was to handle emergencies and ingratiate herself with the powerful. Hearing Le Xiaotian’s request, she didn’t hesitate. “Mr. Le’s room is our top-tier suite, eighty thousand Dance Coins per twenty-four hours. Crystal television, a millennium purplewood sofa set, a wave-shaped king bed, indoor hot spring, outdoor pool, sea-view garden, pebble walkway, dining kitchen, surround sound deep-sea 1230, private cinema, ocean-themed décor, a grand chandelier of thousand-glow pearls, pure white snow-wolf wool carpet…”

As she listed these luxury amenities, the few guests in the lobby were stunned, and Bi Muyang’s face turned even uglier.

Le Xiaotian raised an eyebrow and taunted, “Why the bitter melon face? Is a crystal television such a big deal? An eighty-thousand-a-night room—if you have the guts, go book one yourself. Do you have the money?”

Bi Muyang clenched his fists, his breath growing ragged. “Eighty thousand? I’ll book it right now, as long as Dr. Chen is willing to stay.”

Le Xiaotian burst into laughter, almost maniacally, then his gaze sharpened. “Unless your family is wealthy, how could a soldier like you afford it? Taking a mission and staying at an ultra-five-star hotel—using public funds for personal enjoyment, embezzling the sweat and blood of twenty billion people! If you dare book it, I’ll deal with you immediately. Do you dare?”

Bi Muyang was dumbfounded.

Truthfully, as a major general, he had some money, but nothing approaching three million. Eighty thousand a night was truly beyond him. The key issue was he was indeed using public funds to stay at Blue Moon. Who would be so foolish as to use their own money? Besides, without notable status, you couldn’t even book the top suite. The lobby manager’s sycophantic attitude and his Purple Water seat tattoo confirmed this.

He was, it seemed, defeated.

At that moment, the highest commander dispatched for the Star Tower mission, General Qin Bufan, walked over. He glanced at Le Xiaotian and said kindly, “Mr. Le, there must be some misunderstanding. Xiao Bi is simply concerned for Dr. Chen. But since Dr. Chen and Mr. Le are acquainted, it’s entirely up to Dr. Chen.”

Chen Fang spoke up. “General Qin, then I’ll go with Xiaotian. If anything comes up, just send someone to find me.”

Bi Muyang, an unremarkable suitor. Le Xiaotian, the savior who rebuilt her life. What choice was there?

Le Xiaotian was not surprised by Chen Fang’s agreement. Yet now he felt a hint of caution toward General Qin. Despite his gentle demeanor, who knew if he might turn out to be another Ying Dengbo?

With his mind made up, Le Xiaotian instructed the nearby maid, “Take her luggage to my room.”

Watching their departing figures, and feeling the questioning stares of staff and guests, Bi Muyang’s face burned with embarrassment.

But General Qin gave him a meaningful look. “Go on up.”

Inside the top honeymoon suite at Blue Moon, Le Xiaotian regretted his decision. This was a honeymoon suite, with only one bed. If Chen Fang stayed here, he’d have to sleep on the sofa—what a loss! Having put Bi Muyang in his place, should he discuss this with Chen Fang? Living together wasn’t a good idea!

Chen Fang, upon arrival, regretted it as well. She had expected the room to be a suite with a recreation room, dining area, bedroom, and kitchen. Indeed, everything the lobby manager described was present. Yet it was not a suite—there was no other bedroom, only the wave-shaped king bed. Xiaotian had booked a honeymoon suite!

What was going on? Was Sun Yuzhen not here? She probably wasn’t, otherwise Xiaotian wouldn’t have invited her. But if she wasn’t, and he invited her, what did that mean? Did he know her feelings from that grateful kiss last time? Did he have some ulterior motive in bringing her here? Should she refuse?

Chen Fang’s heart was in turmoil.