Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce

Chapter 811 - 310: Taking Yang Mi and Tang Yan on a Hot Air Balloon Ride

Whether Yang Mi enjoyed herself, Sun Dasheng wasn’t sure, but he knew he was exhausted.You should know he possessed inhuman physical resilience.

To tire him out this much shows just how taxing these extreme sports are.

They’re not something the average person can manage.

Not to mention he had a load clinging to him.

Under these circumstances, even professional extreme athletes might struggle, right?

"Alright, we’ve been playing all afternoon, and it’s getting dark. Haven’t you had enough?" Sun Dasheng pulled Yang Mi away from yet another round.

"Huh? You don’t say, I’m actually feeling a little tired. If you hadn’t mentioned it, I wouldn’t have noticed, hehe... Maybe because it’s my first time trying this, I got too into it." Yang Mi said, feeling a bit sheepish.

Now she noticed the weariness on his face, which was quite rare.

She asked with concern, "Are you tired out?"

"What do you think?" Sun Dasheng replied grumpily. "Solo, I’m fine, but with you, it’s like running with someone on your back. Do you think I’m tired or not?"

"Hehe... Sorry! I’ll give you a nice massage to ease your fatigue."

She coaxed Sun Dasheng like a child.

Sun Dasheng was unruffled, but Tang Yan nearby felt nauseated from public displays of affection.

"Mimi, you’re done playing?" She walked over to ask.

What’s this woman up to now?

Sun Dasheng shot her a sideways glance.

She acted like she didn’t see it and went straight to Yang Mi, hugging her arm. "You did great earlier! Almost got it, why not keep playing?"

"Oh, forget it. Next time, he’s tired." Yang Mi said considerately.

Tang Yan then turned to Sun Dasheng, "He doesn’t look tired at all. Maybe he can keep going for a while. You shouldn’t underestimate men or say they’re incapable; it’ll upset them."

"Am I right?" Tang Yan said with a smile to Sun Dasheng.

Right, my foot.

She’s really a grudge holder.

Sun Dasheng cursed inwardly but smiled outwardly, "Of course, but my Mimi feels for me. Doesn’t want to play anymore, so we’ll find something fun to do tomorrow."

"Sounds great, what will we do?" Yang Mi instantly perked up.

Sun Dasheng didn’t answer right away, instead raising his eyebrows at Tang Yan—a victory display.

Made her grind her teeth in frustration.

Her resentment toward Yang Mi grew. Why doesn’t she have our big woman’s flair, acting like those male sycophants, listening to him so much?

"You could ask your good friend." Sun Dasheng tossed the question to Tang Yan.

Yang Mi looked at her too.

She quickly switched to a smile and said, "I heard there’s hot air ballooning here, how about we do that tomorrow?"

"Are there hot air balloons here? I went to Turkey with friends before, they had them too, but I wasn’t feeling well and didn’t ride it. Now I feel it’s a bit of a pity." Yang Mi suddenly reminisced.

Sun Dasheng knew what she meant—she wanted to try it.

He didn’t want to ruin the mood and nodded, "Alright, let’s go for a hot air balloon ride tomorrow."

Then turned to ask Tang Yan, "Is it safe here for a hot air balloon?"

Don’t let anything go wrong. Up in the air, leaving you helpless, not even grandparents or anyone could help.

"Rest assured, hot air balloons are safer here than in Turkey. They’re the safest aircraft. Even if the burner fails or the fabric tears, it’s fine—high safety factor."

"Plus, there’s a team responsible for safety here, no record of incidents at this tourist spot."

"Unless...."

"Unless what?" Sun Dasheng asked.

"Unless you’re possessed by Conan, otherwise it’s impossible." Tang Yan teased.

With plans for tomorrow set, the trio headed home.

That night, nobody caused any trouble; all went to bed early.

Firstly: They were genuinely worn out, needing extra rest to recuperate.

Secondly: Tang Yan seemed perturbed by events at the beach that morning, ignoring him.

Next morning, bright and early.

A knock on the door.

Sun Dasheng, in his robe, went to open it, grumbling, "Isn’t there a doorbell? Why knock?"

"Because I want to, can you stop me?" Tang Yan, wearing stunning makeup, especially that vivid red lipstick, made Sun Dasheng’s heart skip.

Seeing his reaction, Tang Yan snorted coldly: Hmph! Men.

"Move aside, I’m here for Mimi."

Sun Dasheng blocked her, stopping her at the entrance.

Tang Yan stood wary, arms crossed, "What now? Dare misbehave here? Not afraid Mimi inside will hear?"

Sun Dasheng chuckled, "You’re overthinking. You wait here, I’ll get her."

He turned and went back inside.

Leaving Tang Yan in disarray in the breeze.

Not long after, with Sun Dasheng’s urging, Yang Mi finally got up, hurriedly washed, did her makeup, and time flew by—over an hour had passed.

Once ready and dressed, she went to the living room to say to Tang Yan on the sofa, "Tang Tang, sorry, I overslept."

"No worries, let’s go." Tang Yan put away her phone.

The trio headed to the hot air balloon zone.

The zone was sizable, a lush green lawn like a golf course, quite luxurious. The annual maintenance is costly, not to mention the fresh water needed on this arid island—it isn’t cheap.