Transmigration; A Mother's Redemption and a perfect Wife.-Chapter 495; Honeymoon

Huo Ting Cheng placed a hand on Tang Fei’s back as they walked toward the chopper. The wind brushed through her hair and lifted her scarf slightly. Below them, the city stretched wide, roads lit with moving cars, buildings glowing against the night, but up here, everything felt distant and quiet.

No wonder they say, the best view is from the top, but at the top, uta cold and lonely. Now, she could understand why!

From the time she had woken, she actually hadn’t seen any close friend of Huo Ting Cheng apart from the guards around them and Secretary Li, it felt like, these were the only friends.

"The estimated flight time: is thirty minutes," Huo Qi reported, his tablet in hand. " Weather is stable and no air traffic along the route around this time."

Huo Ting Cheng nodded understanding, "You’ll take the second chopper?"

"Yes, Sixth Master... Huo Wu and Huo Zhen are with me," Huo Qi said, looking toward the aircraft as the crew secured their few shopping bags they just shopped.

Huo Ting Cheng turned to Tang Fei. "Ready?"

She lightly nodded. He helped her into the helicopter, his hand steady on hers. Inside, the cabin smelled faintly of leather and metal. The soft interior lights cast a warm glow over the seats. As the doors closed, the engines grew louder, and the helicopter lifted off the pad.

The city lights spread out beneath them like a field of stars. Tang Fei leaned slightly toward the window, watching the lights fade as they rose higher. Huo Ting Cheng sat beside her, his arm resting behind her seat, quiet and composed.

Neither of them spoke. The silence between them felt calm, and not distant.

After a while, the dark sea came into view below, smooth and endless, reflecting streaks of moonlight. Tang Fei’s shoulders relaxed as she looked down at the faint glimmer of the waves.

He had told her he was taking her somewhere, but didn’t say where exactly and what they were going to do, but with whatever happened yesterday, she felt like she needed this.

"We’re almost there," Huo Ting Cheng notified her, his voice low, softened by the steady hum of the blades.

"Mnnh..." She softly hummed gazing at the view.

The helicopter began to descend as the coastline appeared, a villa resting near the cliff, facing the wide open sea. Its lights glowed warmly through the dark, surrounded by tall palms swaying in the breeze.

"The landing area is clear," Huo Qi’s voice came through the headset.

The helicopter touched down smoothly on the private pad beside the villa.

When the door opened, a cool sea breeze rushed in, carrying the scent of salt and night air.

Huo Ting Cheng stepped out first, then turned and offered his hand to Tang Fei.

She took it without hesitation.

His hand was warm against the night chill.

"Welcome, Sixth Master, Madam," Huo Yu greeted as he approached, bowing respectfully. "Everything is ready. The villa is completely private and secured. No one will disturb your time here."

"Good," Huo Ting Cheng said, his voice steady.

He glanced at Tang Fei. "Let’s go."

They walked along a short stone path toward the villa.

The sound of the waves below was soft and constant, blending with the rustle of the palm trees.

Behind them, Huo Yu gave orders to the security team. "We’ll stay in the adjacent villa and maintain watch perimeter."

The main villa was open and airy, its warm lights spilling across smooth marble floors.

White curtains swayed gently by the balcony, and the wide glass windows framed the dark ocean beyond, where moonlight danced on the water’s surface.

Tang Fei paused at the entrance, taking in the view.

"It’s beautiful," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Between both her lives combined, this was the first time she’d experienced such luxury in such a peaceful setting.

As an assassin, she’d seen beautiful places—but always through the scope of a mission, never as someone allowed to simply enjoy them.

Huo Ting Cheng looked at her instead of the sea. "Yes. It’s peaceful," he said quietly.

She turned to him, but he was already setting his phone aside on a nearby table. "You should rest first," he said, his tone soft but firm.

"Not really. I want to go down there—to the shore." Tang Fei’s eyes were drawn back to the water, the pull of it almost magnetic.

The sound of the waves grew clearer as Tang Fei walked toward the shoe rack near the door.

She slipped off her heels and exchanged them for a pair of light sandals placed neatly on the mat.

The simple act felt freeing, like shedding a layer of formality she hadn’t realized she was still carrying.

Huo Ting Cheng watched her quietly, his expression unreadable.

When she was done, she reached for his hand, and they stepped out together.

The night air was cool and fragrant with the scent of salt and damp stone.

A narrow stairway curved down from the villa’s edge, each step lined with dim lights that guided the path toward the beach below.

The faint sound of distant music and laughter floated through the breeze—likely from nearby seaside hotels still alive with late diners and tourists.

Tang Fei walked slowly, holding the smooth railing as the sea breeze played with her hair.

Below, the ocean shimmered faintly under the moonlight, and the tide had drawn back, revealing a wide stretch of pale sand.

Huo Ting Cheng followed a step behind, his hands tucked loosely in his pockets.

Neither spoke, but the silence between them wasn’t heavy.

It was the quiet of two people who didn’t need to fill the air to feel close.

When they reached the bottom, the faint hum of waves filled the space around them.

A few distant figures wandered along the beach—couples, small groups—their laughter carried by the wind, but no one came close.

Tang Fei walked ahead, her sandals sinking slightly into the cool sand.

She stopped when the first line of water touched her toes, the chill drawing a small gasp from her lips.

"It’s cold," she murmured, feeling grounded and fresh.

She glanced back at him with a small smile.

Huo Ting Cheng’s gaze lingered on her for a moment before he stepped closer, his shoes leaving sharp, neat prints beside hers. "You wanted to come down. It’s cold and dark—you could come tomorrow during the day instead."

He moved closer, gently tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear.

"I just wanted to do it now," she said softly, tilting her head toward the open sea. "It feels different at night."

He didn’t reply, only followed her gaze.

The waves rolled in slow rhythm, brushing against the shore before retreating again.

Behind them, the faint glow from the villa lit a soft halo along the edge of the cliff, while several of their guards lingered at a distance, shadows blending into the darker parts of the beach.

For a long time, they simply stood there—no orders, no titles, no duty pressing on their shoulders.

Just the steady rhythm of water and wind.

Tang Fei crouched slightly, scooping up a handful of wet sand and letting it slip through her fingers. "I used to love the sea," she murmured. "But I never had time for it anymore."

"Tonight isn’t the best time for that," he said, taking her hands gently and folding up the sleeves of her suit jacket, treating her like a child enjoying playing in wet sand. "The beach has its own myths."

"It does? What kind of myths?" Tang Fei was intrigued.

Yes, she loved the sea, but she rarely knew anything about its folklore.

She couldn’t recall swimming in the ocean in either of her lives.

Huo Ting Cheng’s gaze followed the slow curve of the tide. "They say the sea at night isn’t the same as during the day. It holds its own darkness," he said lightly.

Tang Fei looked up at him curiously. "What do you mean? Isn’t it the same water, just with high and low tides?"

"In the dark," he continued, his tone low, almost casual, "the sea belongs to the things that hide in it. Other beings that exist beyond humans—mermaids, mermen, sirens... the ones that lure people in with soft voices and never let them return to shore."

Tang Fei blinked at him, half-amused, half-serious. "That sounds like something you’d tell a child to keep them from swimming. I’m not a kid, come on... I’m also a good swimmer."

Yes, she’d trained in swimming since she was young—survival skills for an assassin.

"Hehehe..." He gave a faint smirk. "Maybe. But they say if you stare too long at the water at night, you might see something looking back at you."

Her brows lifted slightly with curiosity. "Really?"

He stepped closer, his voice lowering, almost teasing, close to her ear. "Or maybe it’ll look just like me, calling you into the waves."