The Maid's Rise to Be a President's Wife-Chapter 240: The Honeymoon Trip

Right after the wedding, they directly took a private jet and flew to the UK for their honeymoon.

Yiren didn't know what special meaning the UK held for Ji Minze. In her mind, the UK was associated with the fog and bells of London, the renowned universities of Oxford and Cambridge, the polite yet aloof British gentlemen, as well as the desolate moors of Scotland, the azure sea of Cornwall, the peaceful villages of Wales, and the bustling nightlife of Manchester. All these elements coexisted in this island country, painting a colorful and vivid picture.

Yiren looked at the magnificent British villa in front of her, which was hidden among vines and flowers. It had a classical porch on the front, and on both sides of the porch, servants were waiting respectfully.

"Am I dreaming?" Yiren asked Ji Minze in disbelief, looking at him.

"This is one of our family's properties. We'll be living here during this period," Ji Minze explained to Yiren.

Yiren followed Ji Minze into the house, and the typical British-style interior design was presented before her eyes, especially the iconic structure—the fireplace.

It made her feel the warmth of home.

After taking a shower, Yiren lay on the bed in the villa, feeling completely relaxed both physically and mentally. Coupled with the nervousness from the previous wedding, she really felt sleepy. So, being able to lie on the bed was already a great pleasure in life.

Ji Minze came out of the bathroom, wearing only a bath towel around his waist. Yiren turned her head and looked at his exposed body, and her face blushed immediately. She quickly covered her face with the quilt, feeling like a crazy admirer.

Ji Minze smiled. His newlywed wife looked so cute when she blushed!

Ji Minze deliberately walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, then reached out to pull the quilt covering Yiren's face.

"Don't pull it!" Yiren compromised, lifted the quilt, and sat up, exclaiming. She already felt that she should find a hole to crawl into out of embarrassment.

"Do you want to hide in the quilt like a snail for the rest of your life?" Ji Minze asked with a smile.

"I'm much prettier than a snail!" Yiren pouted and said.

"I know!" Ji Minze gently stroked Yiren's cheek and said. This girl would be his wife from now on, the person he needed to care for and protect for a lifetime!

"I think you're treating me like a little kid!" Yiren said somewhat discontentedly, because both his actions and expressions now looked like he was teasing a baby in swaddling clothes.

"I'm your husband!" Ji Minze declared with a smile. She was his wife, and there was no way he would treat her like a child.

"Husband!" Yiren called sweetly.

"Yeah!" Ji Minze responded.

"Husband!" Yiren called again.

"What's wrong?" Ji Minze asked in confusion this time. He didn't know why she kept calling him.

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"Nothing. I just wanted to see if it was real by calling you," Yiren said with a smile.

"You're teasing me!"

"Haha... No. I won't dare next time. Help!"

What remained in the room was an enchanting and intimate atmosphere, full of charm.

During this honeymoon trip, Ji Minze accompanied Yiren to visit many scenic spots. And Yiren was deeply impressed by the cruise along the River Thames.

They sat on the deck and admired the scenery on both sides of the River Thames.

The River Thames meandered gently through the first lowland between Lechlade and Oxford. It passed by Kelmscott Manor (Kelr) — the gabled stone house of the 19th-century designer, socialist, and poet William Morris. He was buried in the churchyard of the local village.

Before reaching Oxford, the River Thames (also known as the Isis, its literary name) turned north and wound around the densely wooded Wytham Hill and Cumnor Hill (both hills overlook Oxford from the west).

After breaking through the chalk cliffs, the River Thames received the River Pang at Pangbourne. That's where The Wind in the Willows, written by the banker and author Kenneth Grahame, was set.

Following the steep slopes of the Chiltern Hills, it turned northward again to Henley-on-Thames. The tour guide introduced that it was the place where the annual regatta was held. Then it turned eastward and southward again, from Cliveden House, which used to belong to the Astor family, to Maidenhead. From there, it became a broad river flowing eastward, passing by Eton College, the royal Windsor Castle, and Runnymede, where the Magna Carta was drafted in 1215.

Near London, Yiren saw many villas lined up on both sides of the river. "Luxury bars" yachts were docked at private berths, as if flaunting their wealth. There were thousands of public park greens along both sides of the river, where numerous sunbathers, swimmers, walkers, anglers, rowers, canoeists, small boat drivers, campers, and birdwatchers could be seen.

At this moment, looking towards the city from the deck of the ferry offered the best viewing perspective. The tour guide said that now one could also enjoy the fascinating scenery from the Millennium Bridge, the only pedestrian bridge over the River Thames. One could also overlook London from the "London Eye" Ferris wheel. Besides, on the boat, Yiren also admired many famous scenic spots, such as Kew Gardens, Tate Britain, the Houses of Parliament, the London Eye, Tate Modern, St. Paul's Cathedral, the Tower of London, Tower Bridge, Canary Wharf, the former Royal Naval College in Greenwich, the Millennium Dome, and the shiny steel frame of the Thames Barrier, which symbolized where the River Thames turned into the flat land of the estuary.

Yiren was deeply attracted by the scenery along the River Thames.