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Half an hour later.

A site report was sent to Chen Mo's phone.

The surveillance footage from Jinlan Club has been sealed off.

The list of people in VIP room 308 has been confirmed.

Xi'an Airlines' provincial branch has notified Liu Zhiqiang to remain in place and cooperate with the subsequent investigation.

Wang Defa's cooperation projects with Xihang have been temporarily frozen, pending review.

Xu Qing has been taken to the upstairs lounge, and Tang Yue, the legal counsel of Xingchen Technology, has arrived to accompany her.

After reading it, Chen Mo sent a message to Xu Qing.

"Rest tonight. I'm going back to the western province tomorrow, we'll talk then."

Xu Qing sat on the sofa in the lounge, looking at these two lines of text, and her heart suddenly started racing.

Everything that happened tonight still feels like a dream.

Half an hour ago, she was trapped in a corner of the corridor and almost had her phone stolen.

Half an hour later, those who had been so fierce just moments before were separated by security and scolded by their superiors over the phone until their faces turned pale.

The entire club treated her with extreme caution.

Those high-ranking officials from Xihang, whom she had never even been qualified to meet, were alarmed overnight.

Even the civil aviation system has begun to get involved.

All of this was because she sent a message to Chen Mo.

For the first time, Xu Qing had a direct understanding of what power truly meant.

That power both frightened and fascinated her.

She looked down at her phone, her fingertips trembling slightly.

It took a long time before they replied.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Chen."

Even after sending the message, she still couldn't bear to put down her phone.

It was as if just looking at that chat window would make all her fears tonight seem a little farther away.

……

Early the next morning.

Xu Qing woke up very early.

To be precise, she barely slept at all.

She got up to take a shower as soon as it was light.

In the mirror, the woman's face was still somewhat pale, and the corners of her eyes were slightly red.

She splashed cold water on her face and then carefully applied a face mask.

Makeup should not be too heavy.

But you shouldn't look haggard either.

She spent more time than usual at work carefully concealing the fatigue under her eyes, redrawing her eyebrows, and applying light-colored lipstick.

There aren't many expensive clothes in the wardrobe.

After much deliberation, she finally took out the dress she was most reluctant to wear from the deepest part of her wardrobe.

A cool champagne-colored silk satin slip dress, paired with a beige silk blazer.

This was the one she bought with the money she gritted her teeth and spent almost half a month's salary the year she was promoted to first class.

I usually can't bear to wear it, always feeling that I should save it for a sufficiently important occasion.

Today seems to be just right.

The silk fabric drapes smoothly against the skin and gleams with a delicate pearly sheen under the light.

Xu Qing is 1.73 meters tall. Her long-term flight attendant training has given her a straight neck and shoulders and a slender back.

The uniform suppressed her beauty, but this dress brought out both her radiance and restraint.

She stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning slightly to the side.

The woman in the mirror still had faint traces of the red from crying last night at the corners of her eyes, but her complexion had been restored to a refined and clear look with makeup.

Her slender waist was gently cinched by the satin fabric, and her shoulder line appeared neat and clean beneath the suit jacket.

There was no excessive exposure.

Xu Qing didn't wear any extravagant jewelry, only a pair of cool-toned sea pearl earrings. Her long hair was loosely tied up with a silver hairpin, with a few strands falling beside her collarbone.

Finally, she picked up the niche perfume she rarely used and lightly dabbed it behind her ears and on her wrists.

The fragrance has a subtle hint of floral scent.

Not too sweet or greasy.

Xu Qing looked at herself in the mirror and took a deep breath.

She knew what she was expecting.

I know that I'm being a bit unreserved.

But she didn't want to miss out again.

Chen Mo said he would be returning to Xi'an tomorrow, but he did not mention his flight or the time.

Xu Qing didn't ask. She opened the flight booking app and checked all the flights from Beijing to Changhu.

From morning to afternoon.

She wrote down the details of each class.

At 7:30 a.m., Xu Qing had already appeared at the provincial capital airport.

The airport terminal was bustling with people, and the flight information screens were constantly updating.

She looked up again and again.

The first flight from Beijing to Changhu is scheduled to land at 9:45.

Xu Qing stood by the railing, her fingers gently gripping the strap of her bag.

9:30.

The flight status has changed to "landed".

Xu Qing's heart started beating faster and faster.

She raised her hand to tidy her hair, then subconsciously glanced at the reflection in her phone screen.

A few minutes later, passengers began to walk out of the passageway.

Business travelers, students, seniors, and couples with children.

One wave after another.

Xu Qing's eyes searched continuously through the crowd.

But Chen Mo wasn't there.

The passageway remained empty until the last passenger exited.

The light in Xu Qing's eyes flickered slightly.

Not this class.

She glanced down at the flight schedule she had written down.

The next train is at 10:40.

She didn't leave; she just walked to the coffee shop next door and bought a hot latte.

After sitting down, she placed her phone on the table with the screen facing up.

They were afraid of missing any news.

Time passed little by little.

10:40.

No.

11:25.

Nor is it.

Noon.

Xu Qing only ate half a sandwich.

1:15 PM.

She returned to Dakou once again.

My feet are already a little sore.

But she didn't leave.

She even felt that this waiting itself was an opportunity.

She could no longer wait for fate to push her wherever it pleased, like before.

This time, she would stand at the door by herself.

Even if I seem a little clumsy or impatient, it doesn't matter.

2:05 PM.

On the flight information screen, the flight from Kyoto finally showed: Arrived.

Xu Qing immediately stood up straight.

She took a deep breath, but her palms were still sweating.

Upon reaching the passageway, the flow of people slowly emerged.

Several men in suits came out first.

Then came a young mother with her child.

Behind them were several passengers pushing suitcases.

Xu Qing's gaze swept over the crowd.

Finally, she saw Chen Mo.

He was wearing a simple white shirt with a light-colored thin jacket over it, followed by Zhou Zheng and Qin Feng.

Even though it wasn't deliberately flashy, it still stands out at a glance.

Xu Qing's heart skipped a beat.

She gripped the bag strap tightly, stood still, and almost forgot to move forward.

Chen Mo also saw her.

He paused slightly, seemingly somewhat surprised.

Then he walked over.

"Have you been waiting long?"

Xu Qing raised her head, trying to make her smile look natural.

"No," she said softly. "I just arrived."