Since Tawana is set to arrive on the island tomorrow morning, the staff will start preparing welcome materials tonight, so at this moment, it’s already hard to keep things under wraps for the guests on the island. Thus, the staff openly admitted, “That’s the information we have so far, but whether it’s true or if there’ll be any changes, we can’t guarantee.”
A group of tourists playing with stingrays on the beach immediately burst into excited cheers.
Spending ten times the price for a concert ticket just to catch a distant glimpse of their idol is tough, so who would’ve thought their idol would come to the same island for a holiday? It’s like Chinese tourists going abroad and suddenly running into Jay Chou at their hotel—how could that not be thrilling?
Moreover, although Baima Island is an island, it’s essentially one large hotel. All public facilities, barring any surprises, are open to all guests, meaning everyone might end up dining in the same restaurant as Tawana, swimming in the same pool, or even going out on the same yacht!
Among this ecstatic crowd, two people looked surprised, showing no signs of joy.
One was Ye Chen.
The other was his wife, Xiao Churan.
Ye Chen absolutely did not want to see Tawana.
Especially not when he was with Xiao Churan.
He even suspected Tawana had secretly sent someone to track him, knowing he was here, and followed him over.
But on second thought, Tawana probably didn’t have that kind of capability.
Recalling her earlier mention of wanting to go on a holiday, he figured this was more likely a coincidence.
But what a blasted coincidence!
He and Xiao Churan had come for a trip, not exactly for a romantic getaway, but at least for a few quiet days. With Tawana’s arrival, how could it stay peaceful?
Moreover, the wild enthusiasm of American women sometimes overwhelmed him.
He much preferred the relatively reserved warmth of East Asian women, gentle as flowing water.
Xiao Churan felt no joy either. Ever since learning Ye Chen’s true identity, she had pieced together many things about Tawana.
The reason Tawana held so many concerts in China was likely at her husband’s invitation.
After all, Tawana was officially invited by Changying Automobile, a joint venture between Ye Chen’s grandfather and great-grandfather’s families, even using Ye Chen’s father’s name for the brand.
With this reasoning, Ye Chen’s recent trips with Tawana under the guise of being a “feng shui consultant” were probably nonsense.
She had already suspected the male dancer Tawana passionately kissed on stage was Ye Chen, but back then, she thought a global superstar like Tawana wouldn’t be interested in a feng shui master like her husband.
At the time, she felt Tawana was a lofty figure, far above Ye Chen.
But now, it was clear the one truly out of reach wasn’t Tawana—it was Ye Chen!
Now, just as she and Ye Chen arrived at Baima Island, Tawana was coming tomorrow. It didn’t take much to guess she was here for Ye Chen.
This was her only trip with Ye Chen, possibly their last.
To think a formidable rival was about to show up—how could she feel okay about that?
Seeing Ye Chen’s stunned expression, she deliberately asked, “Darling, Miss Swift is coming to Baima Island too? What a coincidence. Did you ever mention to her that we were coming here?”
“No way!” Ye Chen exclaimed, “I only told people I’d be going on holiday for the New Year, but I didn’t say where. With so many resorts worldwide and so many islands in the Maldives, I never expected Tawana to pick this one.”
Xiao Churan could tell Ye Chen didn’t seem to be lying, but knowing how convincingly he spoke in the past, she was skeptical. Still, she said, “There are many resorts worldwide, but it’s winter in the Northern Hemisphere. Tropical regions and the Southern Hemisphere are the only places with great weather for a beach holiday. The Maldives is a top choice, and Baima Island is the best here. It’s not surprising someone as wealthy as Miss Swift would choose it.”
Muttering under her breath, she added, “You and Miss Swift seem quite fated to meet here.”
Ye Chen awkwardly replied, “By that logic, I must be fated with that Middle Eastern boss we saw at the restaurant earlier.”
