The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

No, no, absolutely not!

As the sun slowly rose, Lu Zheng sped along the empty highway, greeted only by the dazzling sunlight.

Gu Huai'an's men split into several small teams to search for the hidden civilian airport in the suburbs. Police cars were abandoned by the roadside, forcing officers to get out and search on foot in the grass. Lu Zheng, however, couldn't wait any longer; he floored the accelerator and sped off the road into the gravel and grass—

Grass and gravel flew everywhere as the tires spun around, and the roar of the engine echoed across the open field. Lu Zheng looked around while controlling the vehicle, and finally, the outline of a small private plane slowly appeared on the ground.

Lu Zheng accelerated, rushing forward almost recklessly. When the car came to a stop, the sharp sound of brakes shattered the tranquility of dawn, and even smoke rose from under the wheels.

"Susu—" Lu Zheng jumped out of the car, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the roar of the propeller.

Sand and stones flew everywhere, and the fishy smell of grass filled his nostrils. He rushed over without hesitation. The plane took off vertically, and in that instant, he seemed to see someone in the cabin looking down through the glass.

"Susu! Susu—" He ran quickly behind the helicopter, "I know I was wrong, I shouldn't have disbelieved you, please come down, okay? Let's talk slowly..."

The whirlwind whipped up by the helicopter violently blasted into his mouth and nose, choking him and causing a sharp pain in his chest and lungs. The deafening roar made him unable to even hear his own voice, yet he still strained to shout with all his might, "Susu, I beg you—come back—"

This last cry was a desperate roar uttered in his utter exhaustion. No matter how hard he ran, the distance between him and her only grew further and further until the helicopter soared into the sky, becoming a tiny dot in the sunrise. Only then did he stop, exhausted, but his steps didn't cease. Like a headless fly, he frantically spun around a few times before tears streamed down his face. He slowly crouched down in the empty, deserted wilderness.

When Gu Huai'an arrived with his men, they only saw Lu Zheng's car parked there with the door open, but his men were nowhere to be found.

The police searched for quite a distance before finally spotting Lu Zheng sitting blankly in the middle of tall grass.

Seeing this, Gu Huai'an knew that Hao Haiyun's escape was a foregone conclusion, and that Nie Suwen must be on that plane. Lu Zheng saw it, which is why he was so sad and desperate.

"Lieutenant Colonel, what do we do now?"

What to do... Gu Huai'an was also a little lost. He just stood there, staring blankly at the sun rising slowly from the east to its zenith, from a tender, lingering pale red to a dazzling, blinding gold, burning so fiercely.

Since the 80s, there have been three major drug production bases in the world: the "Golden Triangle" in Southeast Asia, the "Golden Crescent" in Central Asia, and the "Silver Triangle" in South America.

The Golden Triangle, located at the border of Thailand, Myanmar, and Laos, was the world's leading opium production base. Until 2005, when the parties involved in the Golden Triangle announced a halt to poppy cultivation and a large-scale shift to grain cultivation, the area under poppy cultivation in the Golden Triangle plummeted to its lowest point in a century.

The Golden Triangle, once occupied by various anti-government warlords and drug cartels, was known as an "adventurer's paradise." Now, on the surface, it is peaceful and prosperous, and has become a new tourist destination.

However, for the world, the "Golden Triangle" is still known for its sea of ​​poppies, a symbol of death. Even today, in the 21st century, war and conflict persist.

However, some people stay in Bangkok, looking at the bright side and marveling at the greatness of the times and the development of backward countries, while others hide in the dark shadows; they are in the Golden Triangle.

Suwen and her team first stopped in Bangkok. Stepping out of the airport, the humid tropical air hit them in the face, making Nie Suwen, who had been living in Beijing for a long time, feel a little uncomfortable. They took off their heavy coats before getting off the plane. However, Suwen, who was only wearing a shirt, still felt that her back was sweating in no time. The thin shirt material was sticky against her skin and a little uncomfortable.

She frowned. All the luggage was with Xiao Liu. The three of them together didn't amount to much more than one large leather bag. She was also carrying a suitcase in her other hand, which Su Wen knew was full of cash.

The Thai people are very hospitable. Beautiful girls wearing flowers in their hair and long dresses greet you with their hands clasped together. Hao Haiyun walked away for a moment, and Su Wen wondered what he was going to do. When she wanted to ask, all she could hear was Thai, which she couldn't understand.

She looked at Xiao Liu, and Xiao Liu shook his head.

After a while, a man dressed like a typical tourist, wearing a straw hat and sunglasses, returned. He handed Suwen and Xiaoliu a straw hat and a pair of sunglasses each, saying, "The sunlight here is too strong."

It took Su Wen a long time to connect the "uncle" in front of her with the usually stern and unsmiling Hao Haiyun, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Hao Haiyun peeked out from behind his sunglasses and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Suwen quickly put on sunglasses to cover her smiling eyes: "No, it's nothing. You look great dressed like this."

After wandering around aimlessly for a while, they were picked up by a local contact and their private car traveled smoothly along the highway all the way to Pattaya.

They stayed in Pattaya for their first night. Suwen leaned against the car window, gazing at the beach resort paradise outside, her heart leaping with joy. She turned back again to confirm, "You're really here for vacation?"

Hao Haiyun remained noncommittal: "You can think that way."

"You should have told me sooner, then I would have brought my swimsuit."

Xiao Liu, sitting in the front, was already laughing uncontrollably. Hao Haiyun rarely had such a relaxed moment. He rolled down the car window, letting the humid sea breeze from the beach wash over him. The sand was soft and white, and the water was crystal clear. He smiled slightly and said, "If you like it here, we'll stay here."

Pattaya is small; after driving along the beachfront promenade for a while, we arrived at the hotel.

The receptionist, who spoke both Chinese and Thai, went to the front desk to check them in, only to receive two room keys. The three looked at each other in bewilderment. The receptionist, completely unaware of what was happening, handed one key to Hao Haiyun and the other to Xiao Liu.

Xiao Liu paused for a moment, then chuckled and handed his room key to Su Wen: "I'll just share a room with Brother Yun."

Suwen took the room key without saying a word.

After packing their luggage and taking showers, it was already evening. Considering they might not be used to Thai food, Western food was prepared for dinner. Suwen was tired from the journey and the hot weather made her lose her appetite; she only ate a few bites of salad before putting down her fork.

As darkness falls, the seaside gets cooler. The dining area is on the hotel's terrace, surrounded by vibrant flowers, where you can breathe in the sea breeze carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees.

Seeing that Suwen had little appetite, Hao Haiyun suggested that they take a walk together after the meal.

The local guide claimed that Pattaya's most famous area is its red-light district, where you can not only see the renowned ladyboys, but also experience the hot and sexy charm of the local beauties.

I'd always heard about "Thai ladyboys," but having lived here for so long, I'd never experienced it myself. All I saw on the streets were genuine Thai girls, so hearing about them made me quite eager to try it out.

For traditional and conservative Chinese people, the openness of red-light districts and the chaos caused by the lack of taboos about sex may be unacceptable. However, it is undeniable that every country has a different cultural atmosphere. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. We should not discriminate against other people (transgender people) who yearn for freedom and equality.

Pattaya's buses are open-top farm vehicles that can carry both goods and people. Two long benches are placed inside the cargo compartment as seats. At first, Suwen found it quite novel and insisted on sitting in one. However, after sitting for a short while, her neck started to hurt from the bumpy ride. The roads were also not clean, and the heat, exhaust fumes, and dust made her cough.

The red-light district isn't the filthy, sordid place one might imagine. Inside the distinctive ethnic-style buildings, neon lights flicker, red lanterns glow with ambiguity, beautiful women abound, and subtle fragrances waft through the air. It has become a haven of comfort for many travelers, a paradise where men linger, indulging in a life of pleasure and decadence.

As night fell, the streets gradually filled with people. These seemingly nonchalant individuals walked leisurely, but their eyes were fixed on the breathtaking view inside the glass doors.

Suwen deliberately raised her face to look at Hao Haiyun, wanting to see if his eyes gleamed with the same intense interest as other men. The result was obvious: this man's eyes, no matter the time, always held the same unchanging light.

She deliberately tugged at him, pointed to a local woman who had lifted a curtain and come out, and said, "Look, a beautiful woman!"

Hao Haiyun glanced at her and dismissively shook off her hand: "Whether she's a transvestite or not is still uncertain."

There are dedicated cabaret shows on the street, but you never know when one might brush past you.

Suwen curled her lip: "With such a good figure, how could he be a man?"

As they were talking, the woman lifted the hem of her long skirt and swayed her hips toward the man outside. The man stopped, holding the curtain in one hand and putting the other on the woman's waist, and began to bargain. After a while, the man followed the woman inside, and the curtain was lowered.

"..."

Suwen and Hao Haiyun exchanged a silent glance, both speechless.

In the red-light district, when the curtain in front of a door is closed, it means that a transaction is taking place inside.

Suwen suddenly stopped talking, her face flushed and her ears burning as she followed Hao Haiyun through the dazzling lights.

The girls working here are mostly between eighteen or nineteen and their early twenties, with only a very few appearing older. Most are voluptuous, their long skirts revealing healthy, tanned skin. They smile sweetly, their ample hips alluring, swaying gracefully with captivating glances and an irresistible fragrance. They electrify the men who pass by, leaving them mesmerized and unable to move.

Suwen and Hao Haiyun entered a street-side bar, where it was said that the staff serving drinks and tea were all transgender people. They brazenly put their hands on Suwen's shoulders, their enthusiasm bordering on excessive. Suwen didn't know whether to categorize their behavior as friendly same-sex interaction or harassment from the opposite sex, so she kept moving closer to Hao Haiyun. Finally, Hao Haiyun grabbed the wrist of one of the transgender people who tried to put his hand on Suwen's waist, preventing anyone else from bothering them.