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The Western Sea Beach was a world-famous tourist attraction, tourists from all over the world going there every day.

Fu Mingye was an activist. As soon as Qi Baicha said he wanted to travel to the Western Sea Beach, he called to make arrangements.

Fu Mingye had a personal assistant, but normally did not use him, so he was basically a decoration. After receiving a call from Fu Mingye for once, his personal assistant almost started speaking incoherently out of excitement: "President Fu, do you have something you need me to do?"
t/n: use the formal "you" (used throughout conversation)

Great, he had finally come in handy! This kind of just-getting-paid-and-not-doing-work life was cool, but it always made him feel like he had no sense of existence, and it made him worry that he would be fired someday.

Fu Mingye said: "Arrange a plane to the Western Sea."

"Okay." His personal assistant quickly checked for tickets online, "Would you like to book first class tickets for this afternoon or tomorrow morning?"

"What first class?"

"..." His personal assistant was dumbfounded, "It's just a little better than economy class..." No way, does Mr. Fu want to experience economy class life for a while? He really is close to the people, grounded, and approachable...

Fu Mingye's next sentence was: "Arrange a private jet immediately." Then he hung up the phone.

Personal assistant: "..."

I almost forgot, the richest man in China doesn't need to book tickets at all; the other has many private jets.

Qi Baicha watched him hang up, saying in surprise: "So fast?"

"Didn't you want to go? There's no time like the present, we're going today." Fu Mingye said.

"I haven't even packed my luggage. There's still a lot I have to prepare." Although his reason for going to the Western Sea was not to travel, he still had to bring a little something to look like he was on the surface.

"If you're missing anything, just buy it there. Bringing things back and forth isn't convenient." Fu Mingye said, "Just pretend it's another honeymoon. That time, we didn't bring anything except the wedding rings. Right... the rings."

He suddenly remembered, taking out the two rings from the bedside table: "Put the ring on too."

Not many people abroad recognized them, so it wouldn't cause too big of a disturbance. He just wanted to let people know Chacha was married, and they were a couple.

Master Evil God was just this childish sometimes.

And he also made a precaution. Going to the beach, swimming, diving, and surfing in the ocean were all logical. It wasn't as if they hadn't done those before, and Chacha could swim, but, in the end, there were still potential dangers.

The number of people who lost their lives at sea every year was unknown. Fu Mingye's protectiveness for Qi Baicha had already reached its highest level, for fear of any accidents.

Those who had mermaid tears could breathe underwater. This was also one kind of safety control.

Fu Mingye personally put the mermaid pearl ring on Qi Baicha's slender and beautiful ring finger, then handed the dragon pearl ring to Qi Baicha: "Mr. Qi, help your husband put it on."

Qi Baicha laughed and said: "Why do you make it seem like you're marrying again, can't you put it on yourself?" But he still took the ring, personally putting it on Fu Mingye's finger.

"Life must have a sense of ritual." Fu Mingye said seriously.

Fu Mingye's cell phone rang again. His personal assistant called: "President Fu, the plane has already been arranged."

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