Chapter 96

On February 18, Fang Hong and Yu Xian boarded a cruise ship bound for the United States, departing from Shanghai.

Originally they were supposed to fly, but Yu Xian insisted on taking the cruise, saying he wanted to see the ocean and scatter his grandfather's ashes into it.

Hearing this, Fang Hong felt a chill run down his spine.

This guy had been carrying his grandfather's ashes around with him for such a long time.

The cruise ship set sail from the Shanghai Passenger Terminal, and the voyage would last about half a month.

That meant Fang Hong and Yu Xian would have to stay on the ship for half a month—truly idle, but what could he say? After all, the guy wanted to scatter ashes.

If they could've just dumped them near shore, they'd have done it—apparently you'd get arrested otherwise!

Fortunately, the cruise ship had food, drink, and entertainment; they said there were massages, spa treatments, and each guest had a private cabin, emphasizing pure luxury.

People who take cruises aren't working normally—they're here to travel, to enjoy themselves.

It's just expensive—a ticket costs tens of thousands.

After two days adapting on the cruise, he was glad he didn't get seasick!

That day, the two went to the restaurant for breakfast; there were people of all skin tones—yellow, white, black, brown—but each group had their own private booths, not disturbing one another, and no one spoke the same language.

The restaurant had glass walls entirely; while eating, they could see the endless Pacific Ocean outside, along with blue skies and white clouds, instantly making them feel insignificant.

On the cruise ship, except for the roof and essential areas, nearly all walls were glass.

Guests came to see the sea, to enjoy nature—you can't give them solid walls; then they couldn't enjoy anything.

After eating, the two put on beach shorts and sunglasses and went up to the top deck.

There was a huge swimming pool, filled with laughing, splashing, colorful figures; on the shore, people lay or sprawled out sunbathing.

This was the most stunning scenery on the entire cruise—wearing sunglasses was to better admire the view!

Many beautiful women in revealing bikinis were everywhere, of all races—those big asses, those big breasts, hard to describe!

There were many beautiful women on the cruise, all rich people or rich people's mistresses—their figures and skin care spoke for themselves.

Many of the women dressed in flashy, over-the-top styles; foreigners were open-minded, so being provocative was normal!

But the two knew their place and didn't flirt with anyone—just enjoyed the view.

"I heard there are massages here—let's go treat ourselves later!"

Yu Xian watched a tall white woman pass by, wearing a thong, with a curvy figure—very hot.

"You've fallen into decadence. We're here to strive—striving is the true color of life, not indulgence."

As Fang Hong said this, his eyes were fixed on a bikini-clad woman sunbathing far away—those big white breasts, he couldn't look away.

He thought of Liu Tianxian—she didn't have ones that big, but they were probably very pale.

"Don't you want to try it?"

Yu Xian raised an eyebrow at him and leaned in suggestively: "They say they're foreign girls—really intense."

"What foreign girls? Southeast Asian girls!"

Fang Hong looked—definitely girls from Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand.

Actually, he himself wanted to indulge too, so he went to check it out.

"That's fine too. I don't like big white girls giving me massages—I prefer Asian girls. Their hands are soft, pressure just right." Yu Xian was experienced now.

Probably after Fang Hong took him for that one "enlightenment" last time, he'd gone many more times.

"Old Yu, you can't be like this. What's the difference between you and those decadent capitalists? We're socialist youth with ambition." As Fang Hong said this, his eyes were fixed on the decadence.

Suddenly, Yu Xian grabbed his crotch and yelled: "Holy shit!"

"You fucking asshole, why don't you grab your own!" Fang Hong, bracing himself, bent over and kicked him.

Yu Xian laughed: "Your dirty root exposed you."

Fang Hong glanced at his crotch—trash!

The two just stared at the beautiful scenery, criticizing the beautiful scenery.

"Come on, we've got nothing to do anyway. Once we land, we'll be working again—occasional relaxation and enjoyment are necessary. Otherwise, what's the point of living?"

Yu Xian couldn't hold out anymore—he pulled Fang Hong away toward another spot.

Just staring is meaningless—experience is real.

"Agreed—official ones only." Fang Hong said.

"You go official your way, I'll go official mine!" Yu Xian's words carried deep meaning.

Fang Hong was thus "coaxed and tricked" into going along!

Actually, he himself liked it too—he wanted to play, wanted to enjoy; otherwise life was so boring!

It's just a massage—nothing wrong with it!

At the massage center, they were greeted by young women in ultra-short skirts showing off their big white legs—not Chinese, but selected from Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand: great figures, elegant poise.

Their faces weren't bad either, skin dark but with a healthy beauty.

The two stripped to their waists and changed into Big Pants, entering a room with walls made of transparent glass—slanted glass, letting sunlight shine directly on their bodies.

Outside the glass wall was the deck, and ahead lay the turbulent sea.

Fang Hong lay face-down on the massage table; the girl expertly rubbed oil on his back and began.

"This is way more professional than back home," Yu Xian said beside him, looking utterly relaxed.

The two girls didn't understand what they were saying.

"Still—"

Fang Hong was about to speak when, through the glass, he saw a graceful silhouette on the deck ahead.

Wearing a pink hoodie, black pants, sunglasses, leaning on the railing and facing the sea, the wind blew her long black hair—there was a natural beauty to her.

But that figure seemed so lonely!

"Holy shit!"

Fang Hong cursed under his breath—how could he possibly run into this?

Seeing Liu Tianxian turn her head toward this direction, he quickly gripped the waist of the girl beside him and pulled her in front to block the view. The girl, who had been massaging properly, looked utterly confused.

But she didn't resist—guests here often got handsy; it was normal.

"Hey, isn't that—" Yu Xian also spotted her.

"Are you an idiot? Shut up—what if we're found out?" Fang Hong cut him off immediately.

If we're found out, all goodwill is gone!

"This is one-way glass—we can see out, but they can't see us."

Yu Xian sneered: "Besides, what are you afraid of? I'm not scared!"

He no longer felt anything for Liu Tianxian, so whether they were discovered or not didn't matter—but he didn't know Fang Hong and Liu Tianxian were in a critical phase.

Fang Hong hadn't expected to run into this here—not even in his own country, but out in the Pacific Ocean.

He stole a glance at Liu Tianxian outside; even if she looked this way, she seemed to see nothing at all.

Indeed, the view was blocked—now he felt reassured!

"Holy shit, you're not into her, are you?"

Seeing Fang Hong's cowardly demeanor, Yu Xian felt like he'd uncovered something.

You only just found out now? Fang Hong didn't say that—he said: "Isn't it normal for me to like her? What's wrong with that?"

"That's true—she's Tianxian, after all. So beautiful."

Yu Xian thought that made sense, then advised: "But I advise you not to fantasize."

"Why?" Fang Hong was puzzled.

"The gap between your statuses is too wide. She's just being polite to you—you've got no chance," Yu Xian said with perfect logic.

"Why does this sound so familiar?" Fang Hong thought back—it felt like he'd heard or even said this before.

"You said this exact thing to me once."

Once, Yu Xian had wanted to pursue Liu Tianxian, and Fang Hong had said this to him—now it was thrown right back at him, unchanged.

He didn't want his brother to get tangled up—she was hard to win over!

"Bullshit. You're you, I'm me—I'll show you what real seduction looks like."

Fang Hong stood up, signaled the girl to stop massaging, then walked out.

"Honest advice hurts, brother—I'm only looking out for you!" Yu Xian shouted after him.

But Fang Hong didn't even bother to reply.

Soon after, Fang Hong dressed neatly, combed his hair into a mature style, and stepped onto the front deck.

The sea wind here was strong; the giant ship was slicing through the water, rolling forward.

Inside, Yu Xian enjoyed his massage while watching the show.

Fang Hong walked up beside Liu Tianxian, leaned his back against the railing, and smiled at her.

"Madam, are you alone?"

He looked quite gentlemanly—but somehow felt like he was flirting with a young girl.

Liu Tianxian had been enjoying the sea breeze to calm her mood. She noticed a figure beside her but didn't care—planning to walk away.

But hearing the familiar voice, seeing the familiar face, her pupils slowly widened in shock: "How are you here?"

"Fate is written in heaven!" Fang Hong smiled.

"Huh?!"

Liu Tianxian covered her mouth, feeling it was surreal—how could they possibly meet like this? A strange warmth suddenly rose in her heart.

It was the kind of warmth that dissolved loneliness and restored inner strength—the comfort of being accompanied.

Fang Hong said nothing, only watched her quietly—he was disappointed she didn't even get teary-eyed.

With this man beside her, Liu Tianxian felt deeply moved, and for a moment, couldn't think of what to say.

She looked at the sea, then at the man beside her, and blurted out: "Are you stalking me?"

"If I had that kind of ability, I'd follow you wherever you went," Fang Hong said, exasperated.

Indeed, she'd been gone for ten days, half a month—if he could really track her, he'd have caught up already.

Liu Tianxian smiled faintly—she'd just said it randomly because she didn't know what else to say; she never thought this man was stalking her.

She'd visited so many places during this time!

"I'm just curious—how come you're on the same cruise as me? Aren't you supposed to be busy?"

You don't take a plane—you have time for a cruise?

"Actually, I wanted to fly—but Yu Xian insisted on the cruise, so I let him have his way. It's fate—fate meant for us to meet again," Fang Hong said.

Liu Tianxian smiled—this time, beautifully. It truly was fate—how could they possibly meet like this?

"So where are you going?"

"To Hollywood to shoot a movie. What about you?"

Fang Hong noticed her hair was tousled by the sea wind, reached out, and gently tucked it behind her ear—his gesture was tender.

Liu Tianxian didn't pull away—she chose to enjoy the man's care: "I'm going to my cousin's place. I haven't visited in a long time—I wanted to see her, and also clear my head."

Seeing their intimate gesture, Yu Xian sat up in shock: "Holy shit—he actually touched her! When did these two get together?"

A pang of jealousy surged in his chest—the pain of losing his wife!

In his discomfort, he reached over and squeezed the massage girl's thigh—her skin was smooth and soft, easing his irritation.

The girl didn't react—she was used to it!

To make money on this trip, you can't be high-minded.

(End of Chapter)