As she lost consciousness, a black figure flashed behind Di Xihuang and grasped her, but she could not see who it was.
The helicopter descended onto an island. Di Xihuang had told her it was a private island in the Indian Ocean. Disembarking and looking around, she saw palm trees drifting in the azure waters like a grove.
Smoothing her hair blown by the helicopter, she walked alone toward the villa in the palm tree forest.
This was her honeymoon trip. Though she did not know what he was doing, she was not ready to face him. Having space to organize her thoughts seemed good, but on this island surrounded by sea, she felt imprisoned. Why Di Xihuang was holding her captive, she could not yet understand.
The villa was primarily tropical in style, rustic yet refined. What she loved most was the bedroom’s balcony, where she could look up at the night sky, count the stars, and feel the moon’s tenderness. The villa’s housekeeper, a kind, elderly African-American named Tina, always smiled and took care of her needs.
Every day, as the sun set, she walked barefoot on a beach as fine as cotton, appreciating the waves gently beating against the shore. The seawater was as transparent as air, clear enough to see the colorful coral reefs. The sea breeze gently caressed her face, and all worldly troubles faded away. Her soul felt washed anew, peaceful and carefree.
But she did not know that this was just the calm before the storm.
When the roar of the helicopter broke the quiet morning, it announced the end of her peaceful life. She walked out of the villa and saw his tall figure stepping down from the helicopter.
He wore a white casual outfit, with two buttons undone, revealing his muscular chest. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the helicopter’s propeller stirred up a strong wind that made his hair fly wildly. Sunglasses perched on his nose, obscuring his deep eyes and enhancing his cold demeanor.
As she hesitated to greet him, he turned back to the helicopter and helped out a woman.
The woman, dressed in a dark cheongsam with meticulously combed hair, exuded a noble demeanor. However, her overly serious expression revealed cold, murky eyes. When their gazes met, Ou Xueman was struck by an intense hatred.
