Chapter 3470

That night, accompanied by the humid sea breeze and the sound of waves on the tropical island, Ye Chen found a rare moment of true peace.

Xiao Churan beside him had already fallen asleep early; she slept with her back to Ye Chen, and Ye Chen also did not notice anything unusual.

The next morning, while Ye Chen was still asleep, Xiao Churan quietly got out of bed.

Although she tried her best not to make any sound, Ye Chen still sensed it quickly and woke up.

After getting up, Xiao Churan left the bedroom; in this water villa, whether it was the bedroom or the living room, there was a large door facing the sea, and pushing it open revealed a jelly-like expanse of blue ocean.

Going out from the bedroom through the door, there was a waterfront terrace with a wooden railing on the side for privacy, the entire villa built on an underwater reef, with waves rolling loudly beneath their feet.

On the terrace were two outdoor lounge chairs, and below was a large freshwater swimming pool.

When Xiao Churan came out of the bedroom, the skyline had just begun to lighten, but the sun had not yet appeared.

She sat on the lounge chair, propping her chin with one hand, staring fixedly at the brightest point on the skyline, her expression slightly dazed.

At that moment, Ye Chen pushed the door open and stepped out; Xiao Churan heard the sound, turned to look at him, and asked somewhat surprised: "You're awake? Did I wake you?"

"No," Ye Chen said with a slight smile: "Why are you out here watching the sunrise alone, without calling me to come along?"

Xiao Churan said somewhat unnaturally: "Not because I was afraid of waking you—you're out and about all day, working so hard; it's rare for us to come out and play, so I wanted you to rest more."

Ye Chen nodded and sat down beside her; on the sea, the morning glow had already begun to redden, casting Xiao Churan's fair face in a rosy hue, like a fresh, juicy apple, tempting and dewy.

Ye Chen stared blankly for a moment, then looked around again; in his heart, he felt no peace, only a growing sense of impatience.

Since he was eight years old, when his parents were killed in Jin Ling, up to today, he had never lived a normal life; even now, vacationing in the picturesque Maldives, he still had to wear that mask in front of his wife, and his mind still dwelled on avenging his parents.

That deep hatred lingered in his heart; even on vacation, he found it hard to truly relax.

He longed to quickly slay Wu Feiyan, so he could cast off all pretense and live a good life with Xiao Churan, never again having to think about the Broken Clear Society or Wu Feiyan; but achieving this goal, he did not know how long he would have to wait.

In a daze, the sun rose in the east.

The same red sun, Xiao Churan gazed at it intently, while Ye Chen stared blankly.

When the sun had fully risen from the sea surface, the skyline revealed a seaplane.

Seeing the plane draw nearer and lower in altitude, Xiao Churan said to Ye Chen: "Someone has landed on the island this early—could it be Miss Tawana Svet?"

"Possibly," Ye Chen replied casually.

As for Tawana, he did find her somewhat troublesome.

Xiao Churan couldn't help teasing: "Looks like you and Miss Svet still have some fate between you—just worked together for so long, and now you meet again here."

"Ah," Ye Chen waved his hand: "I came out on vacation—I don't want to see any acquaintances."

Xiao Churan said: "It's fine, anyway our plan this time is only for four nights, and now only three nights remain; three days will pass quickly."

On that plane about to land, Tawana and her family, along with her bodyguard team, were indeed aboard.

Her private plane took off from Los Angeles, flew for over ten hours, nearly fifteen thousand kilometers, and only before dawn did it land in Malé, the capital of the Maldives.

Although she could rest well on the private plane, she still felt somewhat overwhelmed; seeing the seaplane transfer approaching its destination, she couldn't help complaining to her mother: "Before coming, I thought the Maldives was only seven or eight hours away by flight—I never expected it to take this long; I regret it deeply. If I had known earlier when my agent helped me choose the Maldives, I should have first checked the distance."

Her mother smiled: "The Maldives is indeed not that well-known in the United States, mainly because it's too far; actually, the climate of the Caribbean Sea is not much different from here, and the scenery is not greatly different either; if you ever want a tropical vacation next time, you might as well go to the Caribbean Sea."

Tawana's father immediately said: "Absolutely do not go to the Caribbean Sea again—its reputation in the United States has already become infamous; you forgot what happened on those islands? We cannot let our precious daughter have any connection with those places."

"That's true!" Tawana's mother recalled those notorious islands and said with some lingering fear: "We should really avoid considering the Caribbean Sea."

Tawana felt especially embarrassed inside; her connection with those islands was unknown to her parents; if they knew she had often hung out with notorious people before, they would surely be very disappointed in her.

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The seaplane landed on the sea surface, then taxied all the way to the dock.

Staff had received the news and had long since arrived early at the dock to prepare for the welcome.

Even the general manager of White Horse Island, as well as Bernard Arnault's assistant, had come to the dock, representing Bernard Arnault and the entire White Horse Island Group in welcoming this international superstar about to land on the island.

After the plane came to a stop, Tawana was the first to step down from the plane; her parents followed behind and also disembarked, with four bodyguards closely following, step for step.

Bernard Arnault's assistant walked ahead to meet her, saying respectfully: "Miss Svet, hello—I am the personal assistant of Mr. Bernard Arnault, my name is Alexander Reno, and I represent Mr. Bernard Arnault and his wife in extending a heartfelt welcome to your arrival!"

Tawana felt a little curious: since Bernard Arnault's private assistant was here, did that mean Bernard Arnault himself was also on the island?

Thinking this, she asked: "Is Mr. Bernard Arnault on the island?"

"Yes!" Alexander nodded, smiling: "What a coincidence—Mr. Bernard Arnault and his wife also just landed on the island not long ago; but they are older, so they couldn't come out this early to greet you in person—please forgive us, Miss Svet."

"You're too kind," Tawana said. "When time permits, I will visit Mr. Arnault."

As a top-tier star in the entertainment and music circles, Tawana had actually dealt not a little with the capital behind these luxury brands, even having collaborated not a few times; and Bernard Arnault is the unique super-rich figure in the entire luxury goods circle, so his status in the entertainment circle is naturally very lofty, and Tawana also ought to give him a bit more face.

Alexander smiled: "Miss Svet, Mr. Arnault wants me to convey to you that he intends to organize a party on the island tonight, inviting you and all the island's guests to participate—whether you are interested or not, I don't know."

Tawana had come out on vacation and naturally did not want to attend any party; moreover, holding a party here, the attendees would certainly be ordinary people, not industry insiders—just her as a star—so the feeling would definitely be awkward.

However, she also could not well refuse Bernard Arnault's good intention upon first landing on the island, so she could only agree, saying: "It's wonderful that I can participate in another party—I'm interested!"