Chapter 30: The more restrained tourism is, the higher it rises.

After finishing a cigarette, Liang Huaixu returned to the media room and found that Zhuang Fuyao was already asleep.

He breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that he no longer had to suffer with her using her lap as a pillow, and carried her to the room to rest.

I almost kicked a plush toy as soon as I stepped into the room.

Her room was cluttered with too much stuff; there were two rows of mobile clothes racks in the open space, as well as various storage cabinets.

Various figurines, books, and trinkets he couldn't recognize took up a large area.

One side of the bed was covered with blankets, pillows, and a large giraffe plush toy to cuddle with; the other side was piled with miscellaneous clothes.

Judging from this, her wardrobe is probably completely full.

Liang Huaixu knew her temperament; she didn't like the housekeeper touching her things, so he used to organize them for her himself. He was very good at organizing according to her thought process, so she could quickly and easily find what she needed.

He looked around, frowned, and his obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in.

"Zhuang Fuyao," he called softly, "how about I tidy up your room for you?"

"Um?"

Zhuang Fuyao wasn't fully asleep yet. When she heard someone calling her, she mumbled something.

Liang Huaixu repeated, "How about I tidy up your room for you?"

Zhuang Fuyao was a beat slow to react. Realizing that he was going to help her tidy up the room, a smile spread across her face. "Okay." After saying that, she went back to sleep.

With her permission, Liang Huaixu efficiently helped her organize and tidy up the clutter.

Then I washed my hands and prepared to fold the clothes on her bed.

This step was a little slower because she had so many different styles of dresses, unlike his clothes, which were simple in design. After finishing this part, he helped her organize the clothes in her wardrobe.

It must be a huge project, and he mentally prepared himself for it.

But when he opened it, it was even more "unexpected" than he had anticipated.

A pile of clothes came crashing down on him, some of the thin fabrics even covering his face.

Liang Huaixu frowned slightly, removed the clothes covering his face, and subconsciously looked down—

Red, yellow, pink, and white thongs.

The striking image caught Liang Huaixu off guard, his gaze flickered, and his palms burned.

His mind went blank for a moment, but he shamelessly continued tidying her up. His mood, which had just calmed down, was stirred up again by a few transparent bags at the bottom of her wardrobe.

Its appearance was quite unique, and at first I didn't notice anything unusual. I took a few more curious glances, and then the more I looked, the more something seemed off. This is...

Liang Huaixu didn't know how he left her room. Cold water splashed on his face, and his light brown pupils contracted slightly.

In that conservative era, information was not readily available. Their access to information was very limited.

Although his married life with Zhuang Fuyao wasn't exactly conventional, it was still within his comprehension.

Later, as his social status improved, no one dared to bring these things up openly with him.

Therefore, he is uninformed in this area.

Just now, he saw those all sorts of sex toys with his own eyes... Even without having tried them, he could guess how to use them from their appearance.

He closed his eyes in defeat, a surge of heat rising through his body that even cold water couldn't dispel.

That same scene plays whether I open my eyes or not.

In the bathroom, besides the sound of water running, there were other subtle noises.

The veins on his arms bulged as he strained, and a thin layer of sweat slid down his forehead. The more he tried to control himself, the more agitated he became.

Morality and desire are at odds; they are divorced, so he can't think of her while doing this.

He released his grip, holding the last line of defense.

Before I could even feel relieved, my gaze accidentally fell on a pair of underwear hanging in the bathroom. Just a slight stimulation was enough to make the raging river burst through the dam.

Something dripped down without any physical assistance.

The ground is dirty.

-

I spent most of the night blaming myself when there was a sudden knock on the door.

His voice was hoarse from staying up all night, "What's wrong?"

Zhuang Fuyao only came over after seeing that the light was on in his room.

She stood outside the door, clutching her blanket, a mosquito bite visible beneath her. "There are mosquitoes in my room again..."

As she was speaking, she tried to sneak inside, but Liang Huaixu anticipated her move and stopped her.

He's 1.86 meters tall, and he was deliberately trying to block her way; she couldn't get in at all.

This mosquito bite was intentionally caused by Zhuang Fuyao letting mosquitoes in. It was because of the mosquito incident last time; she accidentally ended up sleeping with him one night, and she couldn't forget it, so she came up with the idea of ​​doing it again.

She was actually pretending to be asleep when Liang Huaixu was helping her tidy up. She knew he had seen something when she noticed his unnatural pauses in his movements.

Curious about his reaction, Zhuang Fuyao decided to press her advantage.

Little did he know that he would die before he could even begin his mission.

He didn't even let her sleep in her room. "The guest room on the second floor was cleaned up, the sheets and blankets were aired out, and mosquito repellent was applied."

"But……"

Liang Huaixu's voice was gentle but firm: "It's getting late, get some rest."

After saying that, he "politely" closed the door.

Having been turned away, Zhuang Fuyao had no choice but to pretend to carry her quilt to the guest room on the second floor.

...

Tomorrow is National Day, and in order to get a good night's sleep, Zhuang Fuyao drew the curtains, turned off the alarm clock, stepped on the carpet, and jumped into the comfortable and soft quilt.

Silk sheets, scented with freesia and rose.

It seems they were prepared in advance.

Zhuang Fuyao's advantage lies in her good mentality. Just like when she plays games, she likes to hide in the grass and ambush people, waiting for the right opportunity, and then use a 6x scope to headshot them.

She won't be discouraged by this small setback.

She slept very well that night and woke up around noon.

In the restaurant on the first floor, the chefs and aunties have already prepared lunch.

"It's my birthday tomorrow, is there anything you want as a gift?" Liang Huaixu suddenly asked.

Zhuang Fuyao was momentarily dazed. Her birthday was according to the lunar calendar, and this year it fell on the second day of the National Day holiday.

She actually wanted to travel. After transmigrating, besides playing games and browsing Weibo, she also fell in love with browsing Xiaohongshu.

A certain book always recommends travel guides to her, and the travel photos in those guides are all particularly beautiful, making her somewhat eager to go.

She asked expectantly, "Is any gift okay?"

Liang Huaixu nodded slightly, "If I can do it."

Are you free during the National Day holiday?

Theoretically, it's impossible to be free for all seven days of the National Day holiday. But if this is her birthday gift, we can coordinate the time.

Liang Huaixu: "Yes."

"Can you come with me on a trip? We won't go far, just a domestic trip, for seven days."

"Sure, where would you like to go?"

"I haven't decided yet. Wait for me to do some research! We'll leave tomorrow morning."

Zhuang Fuyao couldn't wait any longer. She ate a couple of bites and then prepared to go upstairs. "If I finish quickly, we might leave this afternoon or evening. You should pack your things early."

She ran all the way to Liang Huaixu's study to plan her strategy.

For domestic travel, Xinjiang and Yunnan provinces are popular recommendations online.

Zhuang Fuyao also prefers to go to places with beautiful natural scenery, and she asked her friends in the group if they had any recommendations.

Shurun ​​recommends Hainan Province.

However, Zhuang Fuyao used to frequently visit Hainan Province and several popular island resorts abroad, so after considering everything, islands didn't hold much appeal for her.

After discussing it, they decided to choose between Xinjiang and Yunnan provinces.

Song Qing: [Do you want to be a hotel tester, or a special forces soldier?]

After learning what hotel testers and special forces soldiers are, she decisively chose the hotel tester position.

After all, she was going out with Liang Huaixu. When going out with someone she was flirting with/boyfriend/crush, she should pay a little attention to her image.

Special forces soldiers are always exhausted from their travels; they come back completely worn out and have no time for romance.

Song Qing: [Then let's choose Yunnan Province. It's more relaxed. We can stay in one city for a week, or choose two or three cities, it's fine. The scenery there is very healing.]

Zhuang Fuyao: [OK!]

It just so happened that she hadn't been to Yunnan Province yet, and that was how the decision was made.

After checking travel guides, she tentatively decided to visit two cities in Yunnan Province, so that she could see more scenery and not be too rushed.

The travel guide said that the ultraviolet rays in Yunnan Province are quite strong, so she needs to bring extra sunscreen.

There were also umbrellas, toiletries, cosmetics, pretty dresses...

There are so many things I need to bring.

As she prepared, she informed Liang Huaixu that they were going to Yunnan Province: "Let's set off this afternoon!"

...

Half an hour later, she sat helplessly in front of a pile of things.

Troublesome.

She loves traveling as much as she hates packing.

In the past, Liang Huaixu would always help her pack when they went out, but now that their relationship is different, she doesn't feel comfortable asking him for help.

Just as I was thinking this, someone knocked on the door.

She opened the door and saw Liang Huaixu. She exclaimed with delight, "You've already packed your things?"

Liang Huaixu nodded and politely asked, "Our tickets are for 4 PM. Do you have time to pack your things? Do you need any help?"

"We need it!" We absolutely need it.

What an angel delivered to our door!

Zhuang Fuyao made a warm welcome gesture.

Liang Huaixu tidied up her room yesterday, so he knows exactly where all her things are.

When she goes out, she basically brings three categories of things: daily necessities, photography tools, and cosmetics.

Liang Huaixu knew better than she did what she needed to bring the first two categories, so she only needed to worry about the last one.

She found all the pretty dresses suitable for wearing in Yunnan Province, and then picked out the cosmetics for the corresponding makeup looks.

With Liang Huaixu's help, she packed her luggage very efficiently.

Their flight was at 4 a.m., and they didn't land in Yunnan Province until 8 p.m.

She used a little trick when booking hotels.

She took care of booking the hotel, but only booked one room. Hotel rooms are in high demand during holidays, and soon after she booked it, all the remaining rooms were taken.

She deliberately waited until now to say, "When I booked the hotel online, there was only one room left. I'll ask around when I get to the hotel to see if there are any rooms available for booking on-site."

But in my heart I was thinking, there's no way there could be any extra rooms, hehe.

Liang Huaixu asked calmly, "Which hotel did you book?"

Zhuang Fuyao: "An Qiu."

In their rush, she forgot to fill in the hotel's airport pickup information, so the two of them simply took a taxi there.

When they arrived, the manager of Anqiu Hotel had been waiting for them for a long time.

Hotel executives also stood aside, lining up to greet him respectfully, "Mr. Liang, your room is on the second floor of Courtyard No. 1."

This posture surprised Zhuang Fuyao.

It's clearly not a hotel under the Changting Group.

Why did she get such special treatment just because she casually mentioned a hotel?

Liang Huaixu asked her, "Which room did you book?"

The hotel manager, who was standing nearby, thoughtfully said, "If it's convenient for you, madam, we can arrange to move your room to the one next to Mr. Liang's."

This has to be made convenient, even if it's inconvenient.

She booked a room in Building 6, which is quite far from here. If she stays there for a few days, it will be too late.

Zhuang Fuyao sighed inwardly, "Let's change it."

Anqiu is a well-known luxury hotel brand in China. Its founding philosophy is the harmonious coexistence of man and nature. Therefore, the overall design of the hotel adopts a wooden structure with red eaves and black tiles. Looking out from the windows, the north and south directions are snow-capped mountains and ancient city, respectively.

The view is absolutely stunning.

They rested for a night, and the next morning at four or five o'clock, Zhuang Fuyao was woken up by her alarm clock.

She stretched and opened the window, only to be utterly stunned by the view before her.

They were very lucky; they saw the golden sunrise on the mountains on their second day here.

She excitedly knocked on Liang Huaixu's door.

Liang Huaixu hadn't read the travel guide, so he didn't know that the guide included seeing the sunrise over the Golden Mountain.

Hotel staff don't knock on doors like that.

So as soon as he heard the voice, he knew it was Zhuang Fuyao.

At four or five in the morning, more than an hour earlier than his biological clock, he was not angry at being woken up, but rather had a calm and serene demeanor.

"What's wrong?"

"Come and see!" She grabbed Liang Huaixu and led him to her room.

As she approached the window, she stopped, rummaged through her suitcase, and pulled out a silk scarf, intending to blindfold him.

Liang Huaixu was completely awake, and with a hint of alertness, he asked, "What's this?"

Zhuang Fuyao has a very cheerful personality and often comes up with new ideas. In order to avoid things getting out of control, he felt that he should refuse when necessary.

Zhuang Fuyao frowned, her tone somewhat like a teacher scolding a student, "Hey, put it on! I won't hurt you."

Liang Huaixu remembered the bondage props in her wardrobe, and his expression became somewhat serious.

Whether it's friends or family, you shouldn't play like this.

This is a bottom line that cannot be compromised.

"I won't wear it."

Zhuang Fuyao was furious. She just wanted to be romantic and show him the sunrise over the Golden Mountain.

Why is this person so stubborn? They won't cooperate at all!

After a brief standoff, Liang Huaixu softened his tone, "Tell me what you want to do first, and then I'll decide whether or not to wear it."

"I have a surprise for you."

Liang Huaixu was silent for two seconds. "Is this surprise related to you?"

Does the golden mountain illuminated by the sun have anything to do with her?

This is a rather strange question.

Zhuang Fuyao shook her head, "This is my first time seeing this too."

Left with no other choice, Liang Huaixu decided to follow her suggestion and put on the scarf. If things didn't go well later, he could always refuse.

"Are you ready?" Her tone was soft and gentle, like the morning dew and the mountain breeze.

Liang Huaixu nodded, slightly nervous.

She led him a few steps, then stopped and slowly removed the silk scarf covering his eyes.

"Liang Huaixu, look—"

The rising sun shines on the snow-capped mountain peaks, blending the pure white of the snow with golden light, creating a scene as beautiful as a painting.

"I've heard that seeing the sun shining on the golden mountains brings good luck," she said, closing her eyes in prayer.

After a while, she opened her eyes.

Liang Huaixu slightly raised his lips and asked her, "What did you wish for?"

“I told Xue Shan that today is my birthday, so—” Zhuang Fuyao turned back and smiled at him, “Please wish us peace and happiness year after year.”

He was somewhat surprised, "Us?"

"Specifically, I am referring to myself and Mr. Liang Huaixu, who is with me."

These words, like a wad of cotton, enveloped his heart.

It's so soft it's indescribable.

So much so that many years later, he still remembered the scene and her blessing.