In the Clouds

The Bulgari Hotel is located on the banks of the Suzhou Creek, composed of the historic Shanghai General Chamber of Commerce building completed in 1916 and a newly constructed 48-story modern tower.

The hotel guest rooms occupy the top eight floors of the tower, meticulously crafted by the renowned Italian architectural firm Antonio Citterio Patricia Viel.

To ensure a beautiful memory for tonight, Zhang Yang spared no expense, booking the ultra-luxurious presidential suite on the top floor for 150,000 a night.

Spanning 470 square meters with double-height ceilings, it commands the most beautiful skyline in the Magic City.

As the two stood before the massive, floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor, overlooking the Suhe Creek Bay below while gazing at the nearby Magic City skyline, a strange and wonderful feeling suddenly welled up within them.

"I feel like... I feel like I'm dreaming," Bei Wei sighed softly, clutching Zhang Yang's waist tightly, her heart already soaring among the clouds.

"Let's have some wine, then we'll go shower," Zhang Yang said naturally, his arm draped around Bei Wei's slender waist.

Now that the moment was at hand, he felt none of the usual rush; why hurry? The night was long, and standing in this ultra-luxurious suite, drawing out the prelude and letting the atmosphere build was only fair to the price of the room.

To be in a rush would only lower his own image for no reason; it was his anyway, and it wasn't going anywhere, was it?

Bei Wei gave a soft hum, looking every bit like she was leaving everything up to her Brother Zhang.

Zhang Yang retrieved the Dom Perignon provided with the suite and poured half a glass for each of them.

After clinking glasses, the two stood embraced before the floor-to-ceiling windows, quietly admiring the ultra-luxurious night view while sipping their wine, and before they knew it, most of the bottle was gone.

After an unknown amount of time, Bei Wei's cheeks flushed red. "Brother Zhang, I'm going to shower."

She lowered her head, legs pressed together, and trotted into the nearest bathroom.

In a suite of nearly five hundred square meters, there was, of course, more than one bathroom.

Listening to the sound of trickling water, Zhang Yang finished his wine in one gulp and headed straight for another bathroom.

In the master bathroom, Bei Wei soaked in the Jacuzzi, her heart pounding wildly.

The water temperature was perfect, and the massage jets felt incredibly comfortable.

Thinking of everything about to happen, her heart was filled with both trepidation and anticipation.

Just look at this—the dreamlike, cloud-top ultra-luxury suite, the dazzling prosperity of the Magic City skyline rushing toward her; this was an experience she might never have again in her life.

How is Brother Zhang so good at this!

She rose quietly, dried herself off, and changed into a brand-new printed silk pajama set, a joint offering from Bulgari and La DoubleJ.

Bei Wei tiptoed into the bedroom, which faced the magnificent Magic City skyline.

Inside the bedroom was a classic four-poster bed, dressed in Rivolta Carmignani linens.

As Bei Wei lay down, she felt as if she were sinking into a soft, fluffy cloud.

"Why isn't he here yet?" She burrowed into the covers, pulling them up until only half her head was visible, waiting with immense, nervous anticipation.

Footsteps gradually reached her ears.

Bei Wei's cheeks burned, and she buried herself deeper into the quilt.

Within seconds, a figure appeared within her line of sight as she looked out at the night view.

Bei Wei was stunned.

Ah, this... this broad back...

As the figure turned around, her eyes widened instantly.

This body, as perfect as a Greek sculpture—the pectorals, the eight-pack abs, every single muscle line perfectly defined...

She felt like she needed to go to the bathroom again.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Yang looked at Bei Wei's stunned expression with amusement; honestly, he felt quite proud.

This perfect physique was certainly impactful!

What did this prove? It proved that the aesthetic of most women was still normal. There were those who liked the "little fresh meat," but who could refuse a body with the golden ratio, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist that struck you from the depths of your soul?

"Brother Zhang, your body is really... really..." Bei Wei stammered.

She actually had questions she wanted to ask. After all, Brother Zhang used to be chubby.

"Ever heard of a big shot cutting fat? Before was just my long bulking phase; muscle and fat grew together," Zhang Yang said glibly.

Bulking phase my foot, a bulking phase that lasts several years?

But Bei Wei actually believed it; she had to, because the reality was right in front of her.

The ultra-luxurious cloud-top suite, the rushing Magic City skyline, and Brother Zhang with his perfect physique—these details instantly destined tonight to become a node and a fragment of her life she would never forget.

She was willing to call it a perfect memory.

"Zhang Yang... it's getting late." After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly whispered a soft reproach and buried herself further into the covers.

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, as Bei Wei usually called him Brother Zhang; why use his name today?

But thinking about it, he, Old Zhang, wasn't that old either.

Looking closely, Bei Wei's fluffy black hair was scattered over her fair shoulders, her eyes filled with nothing but infinite tenderness.

Faced with such a scene, Zhang Yang naturally hesitated no longer, stepping forward to pull Bei Wei into his arms.

What exactly is a gift?

Only something worth giving can be called a gift.

High above in the clouds, having climbed to the very peak, Zhang Yang had successfully reaped exactly what he had hoped for and desired.

This feeling... it really is... truly beyond words.

As expected, your Brother Zhang is still your Brother Zhang.

Zhang Yang gently stroked her hair, and as he did, Bei Wei's brows smoothed out, and she leaned softly into his embrace.

It was late into the night, and she slept soundly, pillowing her head on Zhang Yang's arm.

Although Bei Wei was asleep, Zhang Yang had no desire to sleep just yet.

Never before had he felt such a burning desire to own a property in Magic City, a home with a view like this.

He took out his phone and scrolled through the surging real estate market of Magic City.

Yunjin Oriental, Greentown Huangpu Bay, COFCO Seaview No. 1, and the ceiling of fame for river-view luxury estates—excluding old villas and mansions—Tomson Riviera...

In the dead of night, Zhang Yang's blood was boiling.

If he had known it was completely out of reach, he wouldn't be this stirred up; it was precisely because it wasn't so far away, requiring only a tiny, tiny bit of effort to make it his own, that his emotions were in such turmoil.

"A ten-percent-off coupon, right? With a cap of one hundred million, right?" Zhang Yang made his decision: his primary goal for the next step was to own a luxury mansion in Magic City worth over one hundred million.

And to achieve this goal, he would need several million, or even tens of millions, in cash.

It seems he really needs to focus on completing tasks and leveling up; he should at least reach a daily income of one hundred thousand, right?

Once he reaches level five, he can earn one hundred thousand a day.

And he still needed a full fifty experience points to reach level five.

The road is long and the burden is heavy!

As he thought about it, sleepiness washed over Zhang Yang, and he drifted off into a deep slumber, one arm wrapped around the warm and soft Bei Wei beside him.

By the way... the previous two chapters have been revised. Those interested can go take a look; the reading experience might be a bit better.