After the fake young master left home, he discovered that it wasn't raining at all outside.

After Zhu Yan got into the car, Song Qigui didn't sit still. He went over to Zhu Yan's side and adjusted his seat.

After all, this car is his personal vehicle, and everything is adjusted according to his preferences.

"Ajiu, is this comfortable? Do you need to adjust it again?" Song Qigui's attentiveness was comparable to that of Xu Zhiyuan and others.

After getting into the car, Zhu Yan was completely at ease, just like he was in his own car, doing whatever was comfortable and lying down in the comfortable seat.

Knowing that Zhu Yan was deliberately ignoring him, Song Qigui simply got into the car, sat next to Zhu Yan, took a bottle of water from the cabinet, unscrewed it, and thoughtfully handed it to Zhu Yan.

"Have some water and take a rest."

"Take it." Zhu Yan not only didn't take it, but didn't even want to look at it.

"Ajiu... don't be angry, it's bad for your health." Song Qigui silently screwed the bottle cap back on. "Then tell me, what will it take for you to stop being angry, okay?"

"If you say another word, you'll fall off the car."

Zhu Yan picked up his phone and said casually, showing no awareness whatsoever that he was sitting in someone else's car.

"Um... Ah Jiu, this looks like my car..." Song Qigui replied weakly.

Zhu Yan put down her phone, turned her head expressionlessly, and said, "Fine, I'll get off. Park the car."

Zhu Yan unbuckled his seatbelt, clearly intending to get out of the car.

"Oh no no no... no, Ajiu, I won't say anything, you rest well." Song Qigui quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, then got up and pulled Zhu Yan's seatbelt to fasten it back on for him, then obediently shut up.

The driver was sitting upright and driving the car. It was the first time he had seen Song Qigui so humble, and the first time he had met someone who dared to be so arrogant in front of Song Qigui.

Startled by the conversation, his hands gripping the steering wheel went out of control, and the car lurched.

"Can't you even drive a car anymore?" Song Qigui's tone returned to its usual indifference, even colder than usual.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness." The driver gasped.

It seems that this prince is real and not an imposter.

That was the first time I saw him change his expression.

During this time, Song Qigui turned his head to observe no less than 10 times and stole glances at the camera no less than 20 times out of the corner of his eye.

Each time, he hesitated to speak, but was deterred by Zhu Yan's aloof and unapproachable expression.

Ajiu is so aloof.

o(￣ヘ￣o#)

Wushan Airport

The airport general manager and his staff were already waiting.

"Everyone, pay attention! The Crown Prince of M Country is coming soon. You may only see such an important person once in your life." The airport management general manager paced back and forth in front of the staff, giving them earnest instructions.

"If you perform well, a meteoric rise to success is not impossible, but if anyone makes a mistake, their life is over. Do you all understand?"

"clear!"

A group of staff members stood ready, waiting for Song Qigui's convoy to arrive.

Soon, the convoy entered the airport. Song Qigui got out of the car first and naturally walked around to the back of the car to open the door for Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan stepped out of the car, and before Song Qigui could even speak, she was pushed aside by a staff member.

A group of people crowded around the banquet.

"Your Highness, this way please." Someone held up a large black umbrella to shield the banquet from the sun.

"Your Highness, please be careful, there are steps here." Someone walked up to Zhu Yan and led the way for him.

"It's hot outside, Your Highness. You must be feeling very hot." Someone pulled out a fan and fanned him next to the banquet.

Zhu Yan glanced around.

?

They mistook him for Song Qigui.

But you can't blame them. With Song Qigui doing everything himself at the banquet, who would have thought he was actually the crown prince of the United States?

Meanwhile, our true Crown Prince: ...

"Don't stand here blocking the way, move over a bit."

Many staff members, finding Song Qigui standing next to Zhu Yan in the way, pushed him away several meters from Zhu Yan.

Song Qigui: ...

"Wait, say it again." Song Qigui suddenly remembered his identity.

"Hey, don't get in our way. Can't you see we're busy here? If we don't serve His Highness the Crown Prince well, we're all doomed." The staff member completely ignored Song Qigui and even shoved him hard.

Song Qigui lost his balance and took a few steps back.

"Your Highness!" Song Qigui's guards rushed over to help him after getting off the carriage.

"How dare you push His Highness the Crown Prince!" the guards shouted at them in dissatisfaction.

The group paused for a moment, then exchanged glances.

What did he just say? This is the Crown Prince?

A few seconds later, they all burst out laughing. "What a joke! Who are you to be the prince's neighbor? You're practically begging to open the door for him?"

These people really didn't believe him just because he claimed to be the Crown Prince without any proof. But Song Qigui was always so eager to help, opening the door for the banquet.

"He is the Crown Prince of Country M that you are supposed to be welcoming. You have indeed mistaken him for someone else." Zhu Yan answered everyone's questions with a spectator's mentality.

Airport General Manager: ᓫ(°⌑°)ǃ

The people who pushed Song Qigui: (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

I dare not open my eyes, hoping it's just my imagination...

No wonder he's reached the position of general manager; his reactions are much faster than the average person's.

He snatched the umbrella from someone else's hand, then scurried back to Song Qigui, fawningly smiling.

Hee hee

"Oh dear, Your Highness, look at the mess we've made..." He had been awkwardly explaining to Song Qigui with a smile, but suddenly noticed Song Qigui's face darkening, and the general manager's smile slowly turned into a bitter expression.

"Your Highness, we were wrong..."

No, hehe.

Song Qigui wasn't concerned about that. He snatched the umbrella from the general manager's hand and ran to Zhu Yan's side, saying, "Ajiu, the sun is scorching hot. Don't get heatstroke."

He was worried that the banquet would be affected by the sun.

?

The general manager was completely dumbfounded. Was this guy really the crown prince?

"Take your people and get out of here." Song Qigui simply dismissed the group.

Zhu Yan also found it boring, wondering how he would deal with these people, after all, he had heard the legend of Song Qigui's ruthlessness.

But how could Song Qigui possibly show his fierce side to Zhu Yan?

Not long after, Jiang Ci and the others finally got out of the car, albeit reluctantly.

"Little Yan Yan..." Xu Zhiyuan said with a bitter face.

"What is it now?" Zhu Yan knew from his tone that nothing good was going on.

I'm so hungry.

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