Chapter 46: You Have to Act Like the Main Wife
On the open deck of the Purple Star Moon, a welcome cocktail party was in full swing.
The guests were dressed elegantly, chatting and laughing.
Today, this ship carried more than eighty percent of Haicheng’s wealth.
Shen Junnian was currently chatting with the Su family’s young master, Su Zhefei.
“Why didn’t Zhou Fengjun come?” Shen Junnian asked casually.
“Apparently something came up these last two days, and he couldn’t catch the ship.” Su Zhefei curled his lip and added, “He’ll fly directly to Dream Mist Island.”
On the VIP corridor, Pei Zhen was personally leading Fu Yue toward the core area of the second deck.
Everyone knew that Dream Mist Island was the Pei family’s private property.
At this moment, almost everyone’s gaze was drawn to this VIP of the Pei family.
Seeing this scene, Shen Junnian’s face turned sour.
Before, his invitation had been declined by Fu Yue, and he had thought Fu Yue wouldn’t come. He didn’t expect that Fu Yue would turn around and accept the Pei family’s invitation.
With jealousy in his eyes, Shen Junnian was about to head over.
“Don’t be in such a hurry.” Su Zhefei pressed down on his arm, his expression calm.
“Junnian, what you see might not be the truth.”
At that moment, on the second deck, Pei Luomian walked over quickly with a smile.
Seeing Pei Luomian approach, Fu Yue reached out to greet him.
“Fu Yue, you’re here.”
Pei Luomian shook Fu Yue’s hand with one hand, while his other hand naturally rested on Fu Yue’s back, their posture appearing intimate.
“Was the trip smooth? I was worried about any lapses in hospitality…” Pei Luomian spoke softly, offering a long string of pleasantries.
Fu Yue had a smile on his face, but he was muttering to himself inside.
Since when did this eternal iceberg, this “high-altitude flower,” become so talkative?
The sea breeze carried the sunlight across them.
Baishazhou was located in the south, so winter wasn’t cold.
“Ah, it’s my fault for being careless,” Pei Luomian showed a look of self-reproach. “It’s windy out here; let’s head inside quickly.”
He turned slightly, leading Fu Yue with the posture of a host.
The two of them walked toward the suite belonging to the elder Master Pei.
“My father is waiting for you over there.” Pei Luomian’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was enough for the surrounding people to hear clearly.
A single stone created a thousand ripples.
“Meeting the parents?”
“So soon?”
“Is the Pei family… making it official?”
Whispers broke out everywhere, with a few mocking comments mixed in.
“Isn’t Director Pei an iceberg? Why is there a scent of ‘green tea’ today?”
“What do you know? Iced green tea is even more lethal.”
Hearing the discussions around him, Shen Junnian’s expression grew even more unsightly.
Su Zhefei, however, remained confident. “The louder the spectacle, the more there is to the story. Look closely.”
Suppressing his anger, Shen Junnian followed Su Zhefei’s gaze.
Re-examining the retreating backs of Pei and Fu, and savoring the details, Pei Luomian’s posture seemed intimate, but it was too forced.
As for Fu Yue, he consistently maintained a safe social distance from the other man.
“Pei Luomian is acting?” Shen Junnian asked, looking at Su Zhe with some uncertainty.
Su Zhefei felt the man was finally learning. “The rapport of two people truly in love doesn’t look like that.”
The unease in Shen Junnian’s eyes dissipated.
He praised sincerely, “Su Zhefei, you’re really observant.”
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
Su Zhefei glanced around, hoping no one had heard.
He, Young Master Su, had an excellent reputation in the romantic circles of Haicheng. If word got out that someone called him “observant” in that way, what would happen?
He gave Shen Junnian a sharp look before returning to a normal tone.
“Junnian, I analyzed this for you last time. Fu Yue is someone who is proud to his core. He responds to kindness but not force, and he hates being manipulated.”
“Then he’s now…”
“Likely discussing serious business,” Su Zhefei concluded.
He patted Shen Junnian’s shoulder. “The more things are like this, the more you need to stay steady. Impulsiveness is the devil. You have to maintain the posture of the ‘Main Wife,’ do you understand?”
“The posture of the Main Wife?” Shen Junnian chewed on those words.
Su Zhefei gave a smile of someone who had everything under control. “I’ll go help you scout out the situation.”
At this very moment, Fu Yue had already entered Old Master Pei’s room, accompanied by Pei Luomian.
Pei Zhen didn’t go in.
“Chancellor Pei.” Zhou Xuemin called out to the man beside Pei Zhen.
Pei Zhen, the chief medical officer, held the highest status among the side branches of the Pei family. Outsiders jokingly gave him the nickname “Chancellor Pei.”
“Manager Zhou.” Pei Zhen nodded in greeting.
Zhou Xuemin pointed to the two young men who had just entered and asked, “Is Director Pei’s happy occasion near?”
“Likely not.”
“Oh? Then what’s going on?”
Pei Zhen paused for a moment before saying, “You better not say I’m the one who told you.”
This opening line had long since become a classic signal—whenever it was used, the following gossip was guaranteed to make the listener’s pupils shake.
Zhou Xuemin immediately pricked up his ears.
“Don’t get the wrong idea. I heard that… this Mr. Fu… his health isn’t very good.”
Pei Zhen lowered his voice.
He thought of the suitcase of adult toys Fu Yue had brought on board—was it because he wasn’t good “in that area” that he needed help?
Thinking of this, his tone became full of pity. “Young Master Fu rejected the VIP cabins of the Shen and Ji families and insisted on joining our ship.”
“You know Master Pei’s status in the medical world. This Young Master Fu is mostly here… to see a doctor.”
Zhou Xuemin’s face was full of shock.
“Is this Young Master Fu suffering from some terminal illness at such a young age?”
“Not exactly,” Pei Zhen corrected him.
Looking at Zhou Xuemin’s curious face, Pei Zhen lowered his voice even further.
“He has the heart for love, but lacks the power.”
Zhou Xuemin was stunned by this gossip.
A sea breeze blew past, perfectly carrying those whispered words into the ears of Ji Hanmo, who was standing just a few steps away.
Ji Hanmo held his wine glass, his eyes filled with amusement.
—
Inside the Pei family’s VIP cabin, sandalwood smoke curled and the scent of tea filled the air.
Accompanied by Pei Luomian, Fu Yue sat opposite a spirited elderly man.
This was Old Master Pei—Pei Yanbai.
The meeting, which seemed like “meeting the parents” to outsiders, was actually a seminar regarding medicine, technology, and humanistic care.
After a conversation, the project was finalized.
When it ended, Old Master Pei even personally saw Fu Yue to the door, his words full of expectation.
After leaving, Fu Yue was led by a waiter back to his own room.
As soon as the door opened, a vast view greeted him.
Outside the window was the infinite blue of the sea and sky.
The room’s interior was elegantly decorated. It had a living room, bedroom, and an independent walk-in closet, and even an extended private viewing balcony.
Fu Yue opened the wardrobe and then placed the silver-gray suitcase on the carpet.
Click. The locks opened.
To contribute to the protagonist’s love career, Fu Yue had only brought two sets of clothes this time, which were pitifully squeezed into a small corner.
Most of the space in the suitcase was taken up by those “backup props.”
Fu Yue took out his clothes and hung them up.
But when he went to close the suitcase again, he encountered a problem.
The items were packed too full, and when he had pulled out the clothes earlier, he had messed things up. He actually found it difficult to close the case.
Click.
He tried, but the latch wouldn’t catch.
Fu Yue didn’t believe it. He stood the suitcase up, pressed his knee against it, and used both hands to push down hard.
Click… Snap!
He barely managed to get one latch to click before the other popped open.
He gritted his teeth, steeled his heart, and used all his strength, using his body weight to pin the lid down.
Finally, after a difficult crunching sound, the two latches clicked into place.
Fu Yue breathed a sigh of relief and stood up from the suitcase.
He didn’t notice that a naughty corner of fabric was caught in the seam of the suitcase, swaying gently.
—
By nightfall, the massive Purple Star Moon was brilliantly lit.
In a private and cozy box at the bow of the ship with the best view.
The Ji brothers had invited the Pei family over for a drink.
Old Master Pei had retired early, so it was Pei Luomian and Pei Zhen who came.
Fu Yue, Chen Bai, and Monica were also there.
Everyone was used to drinking famous vintages on normal days.
Today, Monica had prepared something new—a professional bartender had been invited to the side, and a long table was covered with various base spirits, fresh fruits, and spices.
The guests could do it themselves and create their own flavors.
Ice cubes made a crisp clinking sound in the shaker.
Fu Yue held a high-quality gold card in his hand. “Speaking of which, what is this gold card the waiter gave me when I boarded?”
When checking in, Fu Yue had already bound his virtual wristband using his phone’s NFC.
Everything on the cruise ship could be paid for by scanning the wristband to verify his identity.
This extra physical VIP card seemed a bit redundant.
But the waiter had been very serious when handing it over, reminding him to “please keep it safe.”
Fu Yue couldn’t help but be curious.
“You can use that to play in the VIP rooms,” Pei Luomian, sitting opposite him, said.
The Purple Star Moon didn’t just have luxury suites, water parks, bars, and theaters.
It also had three entire floors dedicated to an entertainment center.
The first floor was for traditional fruit machines, electronic poker, roulette, and other games. There were also various crane machines, scratch cards, and blind box vending machines.
The second floor was filled with various board game tables.
Guests could enjoy board games, Mahjong, Pai Gow, dice, Blackjack, Show Hand, or Texas Hold’em.
The third floor consisted entirely of VIP rooms, all of which were high-limit tables.
“Oh.” Fu Yue wasn’t very interested in gambling, so he felt the feature was mediocre.
“It can be used to exchange for five hundred thousand in chips,” the voice of Ji Linye, sitting at the other end, rang out.
“Five hundred thousand?” Fu Yue’s eyes lit up.
Five hundred thousand for free—you’d be a fool not to take it.
He loved this kind of unearned, unexpected windfall.
Ji Hanmo had also walked over at some point.
He added a slice of lime to his sparkling water, his gaze sweeping over the card in Fu Yue’s hand.
“It wasn’t given to you,” Ji Hanmo explained calmly. “That five hundred thousand is a maiden voyage commemorative ‘dead chip.’ It can only be used as capital for betting; it cannot be exchanged for cash, nor can it be taken off the ship.”
Only then did Fu Yue understand—this was an invitation to the money-burning pits, or rather, “seed money.”
“This glass is so beautiful!” Chen Bai exclaimed.
While everyone was chatting, Pei Zhen had skillfully mixed a rainbow layered drink.
Inspired by him, everyone began to feel eager to try.
Fu Yue picked up a shaker with an air of mock professionalism.
Recalling some videos he had seen, he randomly added some grapefruit juice, gin, and vodka, shaking it with great form.
When he poured it out, the color was unexpectedly good—a gentle gradient from deep orange to light pink.
He casually gave it a name: “Sunset Coral.”
Fu Yue elegantly pushed the glass to the center of the table. Just as he was about to taste it himself, two well-defined hands reached for the glass from both sides at the same time.
—Ji Hanmo and Pei Luomian.
A storm brewed instantly.
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