Inside the superyacht.
The space was lofty and open, dominated by warm white, light gold, and low-saturation wood tones.
There were no gaudy crystal chandeliers, nor extravagant decorations piled with gilding.
Nor was there the intricate courtly style favored by old-money families.
Everything here was very simple.
Yet precisely because of its simplicity, it felt exceptionally expensive.
After boarding, Tang Song and Ouyang Xianyue first arrived at the 2F main deck level.
This level was the core public area of the entire vessel.
It included the reception hall, banquet hall, main salon, and the main stage for subsequent cocktail parties and formal receptions.
The 1F water-level layer below was a completely different aesthetic.
The lower level of the two-tier infinity pool, the waterside platform, the diving center, the water toy garage, and the entrance to the sightseeing submarine were all concentrated here.
Descending to this level essentially ant placing the entire diterranean Sea beneath one's feet.
Moving up to the 3F VIP living quarters, the atmosphere noticeably quieted down.
The entire floor consisted of ten high-specification guest rooms, plus a small living room and a private butler station.
Private, soft, luxurious.
It wasn't the standardized opulence of a hotel, but truly private mariti suites ant for top-tier guests to stay in long-term.
As for the 4F owner's deck, it was entirely Tang Song's private domain.
Master bedroom suite, private study, independent reception room, recovery training room, main helicopter landing pad...
Rather than a deck level, it was more like a complete super-large flat floating on the sea.
Belonging only to him.
Moving further up to the 5F entertainnt deck, it was a place where pleasure and scenery rged.
The IMAX-level private cinema, the starry sky lounge, the music area, and the upper level of the two-tier infinity pool were all here.
Once night fully descended, this level would be even more enchanting than during the day.
As for the topmost 6F deck, it was the position with the most open view on the entire vessel.
The sun deck and the open-air bar area were both located here.
There was also a secondary helicopter landing pad.
Standing there, the entire Port of Hercules almost seed to prostrate itself beneath one's feet.
And this was only the surface part of the superyacht.
What truly elevated this vessel beyond the concept of a "luxury yacht" was another system hidden within.
Quasi-military-grade covert protection capabilities.
Dynamic permission zoning, localized signal shielding, near-shore low-altitude target identification... and a security core area completely closed to the public.
It wasn't rely a pleasure platform in the simple sense.
It was more like a private mariti territory that could depart port at any ti.
A perfect match for his [Tangjin Estate] located in Nice.
"Sir, the Oneiric's designed cruising speed is twenty-one knots, with a range exceeding six thousand nautical miles under economical speed. Both the hull and superstructure have undergone secondary customization, while the power, security, and control systems were deeply developed with the participation of Tang Yi Precision..."
The person standing to the side providing the introduction was the yacht's chief steward and navigation coordination director.
Adrien Laurent.
A French man in his forties with a low-key, scholarly temperant.
Tang Song listened quietly, but his gaze remained fixed on the yacht itself.
It wasn't until his feet stepped onto the deck and he saw it fully spread out before his eyes that he truly felt its enormity and luxury.
One hundred and thirty-six ters long, twenty-two ters wide.
If only written in data, it was just a string of numbers.
But when it truly transford into a white behemoth with six decks, that overwhelming sense of awe could no longer be captured by re numbers.
It rested quietly there.
The entire port, the entire night sky, seed to make space for it.
The Chinese na for this vessel was ultimately decided by him as [Floating Dream].
After all, everything he possessed now was inextricably linked to "dreams."
As for the English na Oneiric, its original aning was "dreamlike, of dreams."
Very fitting, and very suitable for it.
After the complete tour of the superyacht, the group returned to the second-floor main reception hall.
Looking out through the full-length porthole windows.
In the distance was Monaco, lights, yachts, luxury cars, celebrities, casinos, and wealth.
Behind them, the vessel's service staff stood with hands clasped, so quiet they seed non-existent.
And beneath their feet was his [Floating Dream], capable of carrying him across oceans.
This wasn't as simple as "owning a boat" as he had imagined.
Nor was it rely simple satisfaction.
It was a more concrete, more imnse, and more tangible sense of control.
As if the ocean, capital, order, and power had all been materialized into touchable entities at this mont, quietly laid out beneath his feet.
He glanced slightly to the side, looking at Ouyang Xianyue not far away.
She still wore sunglasses.
Still stood with elegant posture.
Still maintained that dignified, composed, and impeccable deanor.
As if boarding this vessel was nothing more than an ordinary visit for her.
Yet in Tang Song's field of vision, the system prompt above her head kept flickering.
[Drift Value: 64%]
From boarding until now, he had done almost nothing.
No deliberate teasing, no continued advances.
Yet this noble lady, always restrained, powerful, rational to the point of severity, was still gradually drifting off course.
As if rely standing on this vessel would cause so string in her heart to loosen on its own.
Tang Song opened the system panel and entered [Character Center].
His gaze swept lightly over the light screen.
[Ouyang Xianyue (SSR)]
[Character: Precision Queen]
[Status: Heart Fluctuating... Restraint Imbalanced... Fantasy Desire]
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
The sea, a superyacht, a sinking noble lady.
A perfect match.
Oh right, there was also a big silly Qing in the suite, ready to be pulled over at any ti to provide emotional value.
After a period of high-intensity work, such a sea voyage free from external disturbances was truly sothing to look forward to.
......
Inside the brightly lit Royal Suite.
Xu Qing sat cross-legged on the sofa, wearing a high-end hydrating facial mask, holding her phone, and rapidly sending ssages to her best friend.
The screen was filled with various photos she had taken that afternoon of luxury cars, yachts, and opulent hotels.
Of course, a large portion also consisted of complaints about that "unprincipled, in-your-face" mare Anne Kate.
Outside the window, the lights were dazzling, as if illuminating the entire sea.
After sending the last emoji, Xu Qing glanced at the ti in the upper right corner of her phone, her brows gradually furrowing.
It's already eight o'clock!
Why haven't Little Song and Sister Xianyue returned yet?
She had placed all her hopes on Ouyang Xianyue.
She was counting on this "Precision Queen" with an aura of 2.8 ters, dignified and sacred, to properly discipline Little Song!
To prevent him from continuously bullying her in this foreign land, isolated and helpless.
Especially tonight!
She hadn't forgotten that Little Song had hinted, both overtly and covertly, before coming, that he would treat her to so good drinks.
Just thinking about it made Xu Qing shiver involuntarily.
If she fell into his hands, in this foreign suite where heaven wouldn't answer and earth wouldn't respond...
He would definitely first press onto the bed and spank my butt hard!
Then force to open my mouth and drink so strange things.
Wuwuwu...
Just imagining it feels terrifying!
Even more terrifying, what if that crazy mare Anne ca along too?!
That woman is Xiao Jing's perverted ntor!
If she tead up with Little Song, tied up, and used a marker to write shaful English words all over my body...
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