The Moon is Brighter Over My Hometown

In the clouds, one loses track of time.

As the Gulfstream took off, climbed, and finally soared above the clouds, everything fell silent.

The view outside the porthole stretched as far as the eye could see, with layers upon layers of clouds.

Sunshine under a clear blue sky.

The two assistants sat quietly by the porthole, savoring the peaceful and beautiful moment.

The scenery seen from a commercial airliner, viewed from the Gulfstream at this moment, evokes a different kind of emotion and feeling.

"You two take your time looking at it, I'm going to lie down in the rest area for a bit." Zhang Yang got up and glanced at the two of them.

Then, they just left.

On either side of the leather seats, the two assistants blinked simultaneously, then turned their heads away at the same time, avoiding looking at each other.

I don't know how much time passed.

Bai Jingyi gently supported herself on the chair, glanced at Luo Zhiqing beside her, and was about to get up.

Unexpectedly, Luo Zhiqing stood up first.

"What are you doing?" Bai Jingyi asked, blinking her eyes.

"I..." Luo Zhiqing stammered, "I'll be leaving for a bit, I'll go to the back."

Before Bai Jingyi could ask any questions, Luo Zhiqing ran off.

Bai Jingyi was fuming.

"Looks so quiet and gentle, but she's quick to climb into bed... Humph, I'll make sure you don't succeed."

After thinking for a moment, she followed Luo Zhiqing without saying a word.

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The flight, which lasted for more than ten hours, was incredibly enjoyable for Zhang Yang.

It's not boring at all.

The two assistants, who initially had some minor squabbles, eventually became inseparable, turning their differences into friendship and becoming good friends again.

As they walked out of the lounge together, they started chatting animatedly again.

Zhang Yang stretched slightly and sat comfortably by the porthole, taking in the view outside.

The plane appeared to be descending, and the scattered stars below the clouds resembled a panoramic view of the London metropolitan area.

"This is... London?" Zhang Yang muttered to himself.

The plane landed at Heathrow Airport at 5:20 p. m. local time.

After getting off the plane, there was no mist as I had imagined; instead, the sun was setting, and the sunset at Heathrow Airport was beautiful.

The two assistants were excitedly taking photos, pictures of the sunset, and pictures of themselves.

Finally, unable to resist, he pulled Zhang Yang over to take a photo together.

"Do I still need to be in the shot?" Zhang Yang asked, amused. "Remember to blur my face."

"Chairman Zhang, you're so handsome, why do you need to blur my face?"

"You just want to show off, don't you?" Zhang Yang said with a laugh. "I'm your boss, not your boyfriend. What's there to brag about? You guys are just too vain."

"Hmph, well... well, you didn't object when we called you 'husband' on the plane just now, did you?" Bai Xiaomi stood on tiptoe, hugged Zhang Yang's neck, and acted coquettishly. "Chairman Zhang's ability to turn his back on people is top-notch; I still feel pain when I walk."

"Stop patting me, stop talking." Zhang Yang was speechless and simply admitted it.

After the photos were taken, the two assistants started figuring out where to go next.

Their trip to London was part of their tourist itinerary, and they planned to spend a few days there.

Tower Bridge, Big Ben...

"And also... Buckingham Palace."

Bai Jingyi and Luo Zhiqing whispered to each other, discussing animatedly.

Zhang Yang glanced at them, shook his head and smiled, then turned his gaze to the distance.

Not far away, several Land Rover Defender were slowly approaching, their honey badger and basilisk paint schemes instantly recognizable.

His men have arrived.

The lead Land Rover Defender stopped, and a blonde woman got out.

A gentle breeze ruffled her long golden hair, and her figure, accentuated by her black leather jacket, was both curvaceous and powerful, giving her an overall dashing and confident air.

It was Chris had arrived in London earlier.

Zhang Yang smiled, slightly opening his arms, waiting for a deep embrace or perhaps a passionate kiss.

"Master!" Chris strode over with her long, lithe legs.

Then, a passionate kiss and a hug followed.

Zhang Yang casually wrapped his arms around her waist and skillfully slid down.

"You've worked hard." Zhang Yang patted his head.

This is his unique way of greeting Chris.

White girls tend to be more outgoing and wild, not the reserved and subtle type; this is the most direct way for them.

"Master, it is my honor." Chris whispered in Zhang Yang's ear, "Welcome to London, welcome to my hometown."

The two assistants standing nearby, still engrossed in planning their few-day trip to London, were stunned.

Who is this foreign girl?

Their house was robbed?

"Chairman Zhang, who is this...?" Bai Jingyi couldn't suppress her curiosity and stepped forward to ask.

Although Luo Zhiqing didn't speak, her eyes betrayed her feelings.

"Let me introduce you. This is Chris, the head of my overseas security company, and a former member of the Royal Marines," Zhang Yang said with a smile, introducing Chris's background.

"Hello," Chris said with a smile, extending her hand to the two assistants.

"Marine Corps member?"

"The head of the security company?"

The two assistants looked at the dashing Chris in front of them, then at their own slender arms and legs, and immediately, one on each side, instinctively grabbed Zhang Yang's arm. This was the only way they could feel safe.

Are you kidding me? This girl? She's in the special forces? That's like she's a ruthless bully!

Even when they attacked with both hands and feet, they were no match for someone who only had one hand.

"Master?" Chris blinked, her expression questioning.

"Alright, they greeted you, what are you doing hiding behind me?" Zhang Yang chuckled and patted his two assistants' bottoms. "Go on."

Bai Jingyi and Luo Zhiqing looked at each other, mustered their courage, stepped forward, and each extended their hand to greet each other in English.

"Bai Jingyi."

"Hello, my name is Luo Zhiqing."

They exchanged glances, neither of them knowing what they were thinking.

There were four Land Rover Defender that came to pick us up at the airport.

If we're talking purely about ultimate luxury, there are British luxury cars Bentley and Rolls-Royce to choose from, but using Land Rover Defender is quite in line with the rugged style of their Honey Badger Security.

Four vehicles carrying a group of Honey Badger Security disembarked and greeted the boss.

This group of people were all about 1.89 meters tall, with broad shoulders and thick waists. If a dozen of them stood together, anyone would have to give them a wide berth.

"Master, fifteen of our Honey Badger members have come this time, all of them British," Chris introduced.

"Mr. Zhang..." Everyone bowed their heads in greeting to Zhang Yang.

They were all people who knew Zhang Yang's identity and manners, and who had witnessed the immense power of this Zhang Yang. At this moment, they only had boundless respect for Zhang Yang.

"Okay, let's go." Zhang Yang nodded and gestured for everyone to get in the car and leave.

The two assistants have been staying in China for most of the year, and their impression of Zhang Yang is that he is a boss who is down-to-earth and doesn't care about appearances.

At this moment, they had never seen anything like this before.

"Chairman Zhang, are they also members of the special forces?"

Is it really that dangerous abroad?

Sitting in the Land Rover, Zhang Yang glanced at the two delicate flowers beside him and simply smiled.

In their eyes, foreign lands are the Northern Lights of Northern Europe, the snow-capped mountains of Switzerland, the banks of the Seine in France, the Thames River in London, or perhaps Manhattan in New York... But how could they know about the wars and diseases, the poverty and death in Africa?

What they didn't know was that the boss, whom they saw as gentle and kind, and whom they called "husband," had countless lives on his hands.

Zhang Yang is in Africa; with a flick of his finger, countless heads can roll in an instant.

From beginning to end, Zhang Yang never intended to show them any of this; he simply wanted to raise them in China.

"It's not dangerous, don't worry about it," Zhang Yang said casually.

The two assistants nodded as if they understood, but they felt even more that their boss was unfathomable, as deep as the ocean.

The convoy of four vehicles left the airport and headed straight for Hyde Park in City of Westminster, on the north bank of the Thames River, intending to check directly into the Four Seasons Hotel on Park Lane.

Later, at the Four Seasons Hotel Park Lane.

The hotel is located on the eleventh floor and exudes a retro British aristocratic beauty while maintaining a modern style. It offers easy views of the London skyline and boasts an extremely convenient location, with the Buckingham Palace within walking distance.

Zhang Yang, accompanied by two assistants, naturally checked directly into the three-bedroom presidential suite at the Four Seasons Hotel.

This apartment boasts stunning views of Park Lane and Hyde Park, and features three separate bedrooms, each with its own marble bathroom. The three of you can either sleep together or relax and unwind in your own private space.

However, London is indeed a place where every inch of land is precious; at this price, a three-bedroom suite is only 195 square meters.

It's really not that big.

Inside the presidential suite, Bai Jingyi and Luo Zhiqing excitedly wandered around, occasionally standing by the window to admire the panoramic city view, including the London Eye and Hyde Park in the distance.

"Did you enjoy watching? Shall we go out for dinner?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile, putting his arm around his two assistants.

Although you can choose to dine at the hotel's Michelin restaurant.

But with Chris, a native London, by his side, he preferred to sample some London cuisine... hopefully not Yangwang pie or fish and chips.

"Great! Let's go to Chinatown?" Bai Jingyi's eyes lit up.

"I heard that the food in Chinatown here is very Hong Kong style. Since we're already here, why don't we try some local dishes?" Luo Zhiqing suggested.

"Local cuisine? It's nothing more than fish and chips, or barbecue..." Bai Jingyi muttered.

After listening to their back-and-forth conversation for a long time without reaching a conclusion, Zhang Yang called Chris.

Both assistants shut up.

"Master, how about we go to Borough Market?" Chris suggested. "Fine restaurants are all the same, but Borough Market is the culinary heart of London."

Borough Market is more like a food market, with its own unique London atmosphere.

London may be a culinary wasteland, but who says you can only eat British food London? At least at Borough Market, vendors from all over the world gather, offering a variety of flavors that are far more interesting than going to a fancy restaurant.

Immediately, the two assistants' eyes lit up as well.

Everyone agreed immediately and set off for Borough Market.

As night falls, Borough Market in Southwark is bustling with activity, resembling a Western version of a wet market, filled with food stalls and vendors, brimming with the vibrant atmosphere of everyday life.

In the distance stands the Shard, touted as the second tallest building in Europe, a pyramidal skyscraper soaring into the sky.

Being there gives you a wonderful feeling of modernity and tradition complementing each other.

Zhang Yang, his assistant, and Chris, a group of four, strolled around the market, experiencing the local London atmosphere.

As for the members of Honey Badger Security, although they were not in Zhang Yang's sight, they were probably following them from a distance and had already blended into the surrounding crowd.

"What is this? Red sausage?"

"There seems to be a line over there..."

The two assistants were full of curiosity as they walked past various stalls selling everything from English gummies and French sausages to Swiss cheese and handmade chutney.

Most importantly, they also offer free samples.

The two assistants kept talking non-stop the whole way, and also did some shopping.

Zhang Yang had no idea why they bought so much. Were they going to eat it on the plane?

Besides the locals, Zhang Yang occasionally sensed some familiar auras around him, clearly those of overseas students from China.

"Master, the seafood rice over there is very popular. Shall I get you a few servings?" Chris and Zhang Yang walked side by side, never leaving each other's side. Suddenly, Chris pointed to the crowd not far ahead.

"Okay, then I'll try it." Zhang Yang nodded.

As night fell, the area was teeming with tourists, with crowds of people gathered around each stall or waiting in line.

Zhang Yang tasted the mushroom rice, and was then fed various unknown delicacies by his assistants.

Well, how should I put it?

Speaking of food alone, there's nothing particularly special about it.

But at this moment, in a foreign land, with a beautiful girl by my side, amidst the dim lights, and enjoying some foreign cuisine, the atmosphere is naturally incredibly inviting.

Therefore, Zhang Yang gave these delicacies a good review.

After dinner and a stroll through the market, everyone headed home.

Zhang Yang and his two assistants returned to the presidential suite at the Four Seasons Hotel.

As night fell in London, a light mist enveloped the city. Zhang Yang stood by the window, gazing at the London cityscape and savoring the enchanting atmosphere of the foggy city.

Behind me, I could hear the rushing sound of showering.

Three bedrooms, each with its own bathroom.

Right now, both assistants are taking showers, preparing for the all-nighter ahead.

Later that evening, two graceful figures wrapped in bath towels walked over, leaving a faint trace of moisture.

Under the lamplight and the darkness outside the window, Zhang Yang momentarily mistook the two for each other.

Because they're about the same size, and both were only wrapped in bath towels with their long hair still wet...

"Looking at you makes your mouth water, Mr. Zhang?" The long-haired woman's words brought a wave of familiarity to the scene.

Zhang Yang smiled and picked him up, checking the size.

Yes, this is Xiaobai.

And standing to the side, that was naturally Luo Zhiqing.

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The night was deep, and the bath towel was thrown on the floor.

Zhang Yang indulged in the boundless tenderness of his two assistants, experiencing the charm of London on a deeper level until late at night.

At midnight, Zhang Yang moved his left arm away, pulled his leg out from under his right thigh, got out of bed, and went straight to the window of another bedroom.

He wanted to see the moon over London.

The moon in London is no different from the moon in China, and the moon abroad is not bigger or rounder than the one in China.

Zhang Yang casually snapped a photo overlooking the view, too lazy to post a single word, and then casually shared it on his WeChat Moments.

Not long after...

"Huh?"

Zhang Yang was surprised to find that someone he never expected had contacted him.