Chapter 45: Even Brought Spare Batteries
This invitation carried immense weight.
It was no longer just a simple ticket, but a gesture of goodwill from a top-tier elite family.
Beside him, Chen Bai’s eyes lit up.
He nudged Fu Yue with his elbow, signaling him to agree quickly.
This was a private invitation from the heir of the Pei family!
A ladder that countless people dreamed of but could never reach.
However, Fu Yue seemed to have completely blocked Chen Bai’s signal.
“Ah, Chen Bai, about that invitation…”
Fu Yue spoke while frantically signaling with his eyes.
His gaze was desperate, even carrying a hint of a threat.
The meaning was—Chen Bai, quick! Take out that invitation I asked you for! Right now!
This was exactly the “Plan B” Fu Yue had painstakingly prepared.
He wouldn’t go on the ship as Shen Junnian’s partner, nor would he accept Ji Hanmo’s invitation.
The Fu family’s invitations were with the elder Fu couple, so Fu Yue couldn’t get one.
But he had found another way.
As a famous enterprise in Haicheng, the Ji Group had received several executive spots for the maiden voyage.
The allocation of these spots happened to be handled by Chen Bai from the CEO’s office.
Fu Yue’s status technically counted as a Ji Group executive.
When he asked Chen Bai for a spot, Chen Bai had agreed immediately.
Today, Fu Yue had come to see Chen Bai specifically to pick up this “safety net” invitation.
When the time came, he would be able to stay in a single room on the cruise ship logically and cleanly.
The plan was flawless!
But Chen Bai’s current expression looked as if he were looking at an idiot.
???
You don’t want the gold-plated olive branch offered by a big shot?
You’re rejecting a VIP seat alongside the Pei family heir?
The single room I can give you doesn’t even have a window!
Seeing Chen Bai’s hesitation, Fu Yue turned to him and silently mouthed the words: “The ticket! Fast! Take it out!”
Helpless, Chen Bai put on an expression that screamed “what a waste of resources” and pulled a plain, printed card from his bag.
Chen Bai couldn’t understand why someone would forcefully reject a Rolls-Royce to snatch a shared bicycle.
Fu Yue practically snatched the card.
“Thank you for your kindness, Director Pei, but I already have an invitation.”
Just as Pei Luomian’s gaze landed on the card in Fu Yue’s hand, Chen Bai’s phone vibrated abruptly.
Seeing the name flashing on the screen, his face turned red as he swiped to answer.
“Linye? Now? …Okay, I’ll be right there!”
Ji Linye was calling urgently. Chen Bai almost ran toward the elevator, his figure quickly disappearing behind the doors.
Seeing this, Fu Yue also wanted to take the opportunity to leave.
However, Pei Luomian calmly picked up the teapot and refilled his cup.
The clear, orange-red tea poured into the white porcelain cup, creating gentle ripples.
—It was a sign for him not to leave just yet.
“Fu Yue,” Pei Luomian said softly, “As far as I know, the single room you reserved is on the middle-lower deck of the ship. The crowd there is quite mixed. People play late into the night, so it might be noisy.”
Pei Luomian’s gaze fell on the card in Fu Yue’s hand.
“I have an independent VIP suite on my end with a private balcony. The security and soundproofing are of the highest standard.”
Pei Luomian paused and spoke in a tone of consultation. “Actually, the reason for this formal invitation is that I want… my father to meet you.”
Seeing Fu Yue’s brow twitch, Pei Luomian gave a reassuring smile, as if seeing through Fu Yue’s wariness.
“Fu Yue, don’t misunderstand. It’s not anything as serious as ‘meeting the parents’.”
Even though he said that, he kept observing Fu Yue’s expression.
Fu Yue heard those words and his face remained calm, but his mind was racing.
In an instant, he understood everything.
The side plot between Pei Luomian and Chen Bai was indeed not simple.
In the original book, Chen Bai was hospitalized for a stomach bleed, and Pei Luomian fell in love with him at first sight—perhaps that was just the beginning.
This meeting at the sanatorium today was likely the follow-up development of their relationship.
However, the original author hadn’t bothered to write it out, so Fu Yue had no way of knowing.
As a result, in order to reject Shen Junnian’s suite offer, he had run to Chen Bai for a ticket and accidentally… stuck his foot in again.
Fu Yue felt a surge of helplessness.
It seemed he had completely ruined this side plot.
But the system had confirmed that side plots were irrelevant, so he didn’t want to overthink it and decided to just go with the flow.
Whatever.
He’ll cross that bridge when he gets to it.
He looked up at Pei Luomian.
Pei Luomian’s tone was very solemn. “My father has invested a lot of effort into Autism Spectrum Disorder. He is also very concerned about Muyu’s follow-up treatment plan. I saw the interactive game you designed; perhaps it can provide new ideas for the treatment of more ‘children of the stars’.”
Hearing this, Fu Yue’s mind cleared.
Meeting Old Master Pei was to discuss the treatment of autistic children.
If he had rejected Pei Luomian’s invitation before to keep his distance, rejecting it now over trivial concerns would be petty.
Thinking of this, Fu Yue’s mood opened up.
He nodded. “If it’s to visit Old Master Pei, staying in a lower-deck cabin would indeed be inappropriate.”
“Also, if this music game can be applied to clinical treatment in the future, I am willing to provide the source code for free.”
Fu Yue knew this game was definitely effective—because it had been verified in another world.
Pei Luomian gazed at Fu Yue.
He had once thought Fu Yue was just a reformed technical expert.
But now, Pei Luomian felt as if he had discovered a new continent.
He saw selflessness, kindness, and compassion.
“Thank you.” He raised his teacup and solemnly expressed his respect to Fu Yue.
—
Three days later.
Before departing for the Purple Star Moon at Baishazhou.
Fu Yue stood in the center of his living room, solemnly stroking a silver-gray rolling suitcase.
His gaze was as devout as if he were stroking the future happiness of the “Ji Linye & Chen Bai CP.”
“Expensive for a reason,” Fu Yue muttered to himself. This was a titanium alloy suitcase claimed to withstand a meteorite strike.
He had stuffed the entire suitcase with adult toys, plus the maid and nurse outfits he had just bought online.
He patted the suitcase with satisfaction. “If something goes wrong this time, I’ll sue the merchant into bankruptcy.”
“Chapter 38 of the original book, Jealous Flames: Variety Play, is the highlight of the cruise trip. The famous model Kevin offers himself to Ji Linye unsuccessfully, causing Chen Bai’s jealousy and leading to a passionate scene.”
“That is followed by Chapter 39, He Trembles While Licking the Wound, which is the plot where Ji Linye’s forearm gets cut after landing on the island. Then Chapter 40, Master-Servant Cosplay: Waist Buckle Needs Adjusting…”
“The yacht play wasn’t enough, and then right after landing on the island…” Fu Yue tutted.
Blush-inducing descriptions drifted through his mind.
Fu Yue couldn’t help but complain—the author really didn’t waste a single word on anything else.
Since he had intervened, the plot direction for this CP had shifted slightly.
To ensure the famous scenes were 100% restored, Fu Yue had prepared an extra set of “props” that Ji Linye and Chen Bai were supposed to have prepared themselves.
The green charging indicator light turned on.
Fu Yue checked his phone’s memo, acting as if he were preparing for the college entrance exam. “Hmm, all toys are fully charged, two large bottles of lubricant, even brought spare batteries… Perfect.”
To ensure nothing went wrong, Fu Yue stuck a “Fragile” label on the suitcase, added a combination lock, and an additional physical lock.
“I absolutely cannot let this suitcase of toys ruin me for a third time,” Fu Yue thought as he fiddled with the metal lock.
—
Today’s Baishazhou port was completely different from usual.
Since early morning, it had become a top-tier car show.
Rolls-Royces, Bentleys, Maybachs… one luxury car after another drove to the VIP pier to drop off guests.
In the sea breeze, the massive entity—the Purple Star Moon—was docked quietly like a floating palace.
A red carpet for boarding stretched from the corridor all the way to the pier.
Waiters in double-breasted uniforms stood respectfully, greeting every VIP who stepped onto the red carpet.
A white Mulsanne stopped smoothly at the boarding area.
A waiter stepped forward quickly and opened the rear door.
Fu Yue stepped out of the car, wearing a well-tailored beige casual suit that made his temperament stand out.
He didn’t let the waiter help, personally pulling the silver-gray rolling suitcase from the trunk.
“Mr. Fu, welcome to the Purple Star Moon.”
When each guest arrived at the boarding area, the greeting waiter could accurately call out their name.
Then, they would hand the guest a VIP card.
Fu Yue nodded slightly and entered the VIP lane.
The bright security area ahead made his heart skip a beat—he had actually forgotten about this part!
The suitcase slowly entered the darkness of the X-ray machine.
Fu Yue’s fingertips felt cold. He only prayed that the staff were experienced and wouldn’t have any unnecessary curiosity about his “equipment.”
These things weren’t prohibited items, but if he were asked to open the case, that suitcase full of “Dragon-Slaying artifacts”…
Just imagining the scene, Fu Yue could carve out another cruise ship with his toes.
Fu Yue stared at the security officer’s expression.
The person seemed to be repeatedly dragging the mouse, their brow gradually furrowing, before picking up a walkie-talkie to say something quickly.
Fu Yue’s heart sank, and his mind began to rehearse various socially-dead news headlines.
But there was no choice.
Social death was a small matter; ruining the plot was the real disaster.
He forced himself to stay calm.
Even if they asked him to perform an impromptu pole dance right now, he wouldn’t let these “backup props” be confiscated here.
Soon, a senior supervisor wearing a silver star badge hurried over.
He glanced at the screen, then at Fu Yue at the security gate, his eyes full of understanding.
“Young Master Fu, welcome aboard.”
As he spoke the greeting, he took the initiative to pull the suitcase off the security belt for Fu Yue.
Only then did Fu Yue see someone standing behind the supervisor—it was Pei Zhen.
He must have seen the security screen just now, but his expression didn’t change at all. He only smiled and said, “Director Pei is already waiting in the top-floor lounge. Follow me.”
A waiter lifted the suitcase onto a luggage cart and followed behind them.
Fu Yue breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally… that was close.
The most awkward hurdle was over; things should be safe now.
Behind him, the senior supervisor looked at his back and finally couldn’t help but shake his head.
“Supervisor, is that really a guest of the Pei family? This…”
“Yes, he’s on the VIP list. Director Pei personally gave me a heads-up.”
The security officer wanted to say more, his expression complex.
“Shh.” The supervisor raised a hand to interrupt, his eyes saying I know what you’re thinking. “Don’t pry into the Pei family’s private business.”
The security officer could only mutter to himself—was it true that some doctors were more perverted in certain aspects?
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