Although bug-checking tools existed in the industry, none compared to this software in the slightest. It highlighted every erroneous line of code with an error rate below one in ten thousand. That was terrifying—proof of a database so powerful it sent chills down spines. Programmers attempted to crack it; all failed.

Word of the software, dubbed *Heavenly Eye Bug Scanner*, spread rapidly. Everyone scrambled to uncover its creator’s identity, but found zero clues—as if the person had materialized from thin air.

Since Su Wei’s flight wasn’t until the day after tomorrow, Zhou Xi took her out again the next day. Grand Zhou spanned over 5.6 million square kilometers, yet 70% of its population clustered in Zhaoge. The rest stretched vast and serene—mostly untouched wilderness beyond tourist zones. As a large island nation, pristine beaches abounded. Now, Zhou Xi steered the sports car toward one.

Wind whipping through the open windows, Su Wei’s fatigue melted away. “Hey Xi,” she laughed, “my flight’s tomorrow! You’re dragging me this far—how’ll I catch it?”

“Relax. It’s tomorrow evening. I’ll get you back smoothly. Worst case? My family’s private jet.”

“Holy cow—it flies international routes?”

“Obviously.”

“Ridiculously wealthy,” Su Wei muttered inwardly. *This is a luxury ordinary minds can’t even picture.*

The car sped on—until a military restricted zone loomed. Barbed wire coiled high. At the gate, two armed soldiers stood rigid. One raised his submachine gun as the car approached.

“This is the Grand Zhou Royal Military Restricted Zone! Leave immediately!”

Su Wei yanked Zhou Xi’s sleeve, panicked. “Sis, don’t be reckless! Money won’t stop bullets!”

“I’m not stupid,” Zhou Xi chuckled. She parked nearby, pulled an ID card from her wallet, and handed it to the stern-faced soldier.

He verified it inside the post—then rushed back, sweating, bowing deeply.

“Y-Your Highness…”

“Enough. Open the gate,” Zhou Xi cut in sharply, as if silencing him.

“Yes, ma’am!” He saluted and stepped aside.

Inside, the road lay clear. Su Wei blinked in disbelief. “You’re not just from a high-official family—you’ve got military ties too? Why else would he tremble like that?”

“Sort of. Not exactly,” Zhou Xi replied evasively. The car wound through jungle and hills, arriving at a paradise. Snow-white sand. A palace gleaming in the distance—opulent beyond imagination.

“No way this is *your* home! This is insane extravagance!”

“Ancestors built it, not my parents. How’s that corrupt?” Zhou Xi pouted, driving inside. Maids rushed out. Zhou Xi led Su Wei away; parking was left to them.

The palace echoed with emptiness—only trailing maids broke the silence. Yet spotless: not a speck of dust in corners. Su Wei gaped, turning this way and that.

“Poverty truly limits imagination… Are these pillars solid gold?”

“Of course not,” Zhou Xi laughed. Su Wei sighed in relief.

“Just gold paint.”

“*Just* gold paint…” Su Wei’s lips twitched. *How many pounds must that be?*

“Hours of driving left me sore. Get your license, Weiwei—I’ll gift you this car.”

“Next semester. No time now,” Su Wei murmured absently, still marveling. Zhou Xi watched her with tender warmth—a look that startled the maids.

“Stay here if you like.”

“No thanks. I’d die of boredom. Walking to dinner? I’d starve before arriving.”

“Don’t exaggerate…”

“What’s there to do here? Winter beach? We’d freeze!”

“This palace holds the world’s finest hot spring.”

“Prolongs life and beautifies skin. Believe it?”

“Nope.” Su Wei shook her head. *Beauty? Maybe. Longevity? Is the water brewed with thousand-year-old ginseng soup?*

“Let’s soak and snack,” Zhou Xi said, looping an arm around her with a mischievous grin. “We’ve never bathed together as sisters.”

Su Wei stiffened. That expression felt familiar… but she shrugged it off. “Why together?”

“A sisterly ritual.”

“Fine. I’ll indulge you today!”

Zhou Xi’s cheeks flushed crimson—*indulge* hung thick with double meaning. “Oh yeah? Let’s see who indulges who more.”

They navigated a long corridor to the natural hot spring. No chemical sting—only a refreshing floral aroma. Maids assisted them undress before they slipped into the water.

“Mmm… Seriously good!” Su Wei sighed. A gentle tingling spread through her wrists, fingers, neck—overworked joints sighing in relief. Trace minerals, perhaps. Healing.

Zhou Xi tilted her head, eyes lingering on Su Wei. A glistening strand of drool escaped the corner of her mouth.