They surrounded me right after the breakup.

China Eastern Airlines A330 took off from Hongqiao Airport.

The cabin lights were adjusted to a soft, warm yellow.

The first-class seats are separated from each other, and each seat is a semi-enclosed space.

The top edge of the frosted glass partition is just at eye level.

The seat can be fully reclined, and a touchscreen is embedded next to the armrest.

Lin Yaoyao sat by the window, adjusting herself to a semi-reclined position.

Shen Qingning stood beside him, her hat brim pulled low, her eyes closed as she rested.

Jiang Han sat on the other side.

Outside the porthole, the clouds were edged with gold and red in the setting sun.

The flight attendant pushed a beverage cart out from the front of the first-class cabin.

The pace was neither fast nor slow, and a white towel was draped over the handle of the stroller.

Her name is Gu Xiaowan, and she has been flying international routes for just over three years.

The dark blue uniform skirt just past the knees, with an extremely narrow waistline.

Black stockings encased her straight calves, and her feet wore five-centimeter stilettos.

The shoe's upper has a softer sheen, making the ankle appear more slender.

Compared to ordinary flight attendants, she knew better how to make herself stand out.

She's seen far too many first-class passengers.

The children of wealthy families are mostly young, but they always look at people with an arrogant sense of entitlement.

A business elite is polite and courteous; the wedding ring on his left hand speaks volumes.

Male celebrities are the most difficult to please; they're always fully covered up and practically bury their faces in scarves.

And those middle-aged men—she didn't want to recall those persistent gazes.

A young, good-looking first-class passenger traveling alone.

In her experience, it has almost never happened.

Gu Xiaowan's gaze lingered on Jiang Han's wrist for a very brief moment.

She had seen the Patek Philippe Nautilus in a watch magazine.

As the cart passed by, she got a good look at the stainless steel bezel of the watch.

Gu Xiaowan pushed the cart forward.

When pouring sparkling water for the middle-aged female passenger in the front row, I glanced in that direction for a while.

When I went around to the front of the first-class cabin, I passed his seat again.

Gu Xiaowan returned to the food preparation area and took out freshly brewed coffee from the small refrigerator.

Her hands were very steady; this was a skill she had developed through three years of flying.

But as I walked with my coffee to his seat, I tripped over the base of the frosted partition.

The base doesn't get in the way; she walks back and forth through this passageway dozens of times every day.

You could avoid it even with your eyes closed.

But for a moment, she hesitated.

The coffee pot tilted, spilling out the dark brown liquid.

Most of it spilled onto Jiang Han's shirt.

He looked up, his brow furrowed slightly, then relaxed.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Gu Xiaowan quickly bowed and apologized.

She hurriedly placed the coffee pot on the table and squatted down to wipe the coffee stains off Jiang Han's chest.

Those knees, encased in black stockings, gently landed on the carpet.

The straight lines of the calves create a smooth curve below the hem of the uniform skirt.

The stockings were extremely thin, and the skin color was faintly visible when the knees were bent.

She pulled out a tissue and ran her fingers over her collarbone beneath her shirt through the tissue.

The coffee stains were spreading on the fabric, but neither of them was paying attention to them.

Gu Xiaowan wiped very carefully, her fingertips tracing the indentation where the pectoral muscles and shoulders met from the inside out.

"I'm so sorry, sir."

Gu Xiaowan raised her eyes.

From this angle, her gaze met Jiang Han's eyes.

"Your shirt is ruined like this, why don't you take it off?"

"I'll use the stain remover from the front cabin to clean it for you; it'll be done in no time."

Gu Xiaowan's fingers were still on the shirt, and the warmth under the tissue could be clearly felt through the thin cotton fabric.

"Need not."

Jiang Han took the tissue from her and wiped his face casually a few times.

Gu Xiaowan stood up and threw the used tissues into the recycling bag.

Back in the food preparation area, she took a bottle of Perrier from the freezer.

Then he took out an unopened hand towel from the drawer.

"Sir, here's some water and a towel for you."

"If you need your shirt cleaned, just let me know."

Gu Xiaowan placed the things on the table, and while bending over, her fingers inadvertently brushed against her wrist.

There is a very short distance between skin layers.

A neatly folded note was gently placed under the Perrier bottle.

Jiang Han pursed his lips and pushed the water and paper back.

"No water needed, thank you."

In a separate space on the other side of the corridor, Lin Yaoyao watched the whole scene from beginning to end.

She reclined her chair to a semi-reclined position, and the frosted partition obscured her face, but it couldn't block her view of the play.

Lin Yaoyao turned her head and whispered in Shen Qingning's direction.

"Qingning, did you see that?"

"The young flight attendant has good taste, but she's just not very lucky."

Shen Qingning smiled faintly, but remained silent.

Gu Xiaowan did not give up. She had been flying first class for three years and knew that some opportunities could come in an instant.

After the plane reached cruising altitude, she once again stepped out from the front of the first-class cabin.

This time, I stopped next to the seats at Jianghan with a fruit platter in my hand.

"Sir, this is the fruit served after the meal in first class."

"I feel really bad about what happened earlier. If you need anything, just press the call button and I'll be in the front cabin."

She bent down and placed the fruit platter on the table.

"Are you going to Jingzhou on a business trip or to go home?"

"go home."

"Kyoto is a great place. I've been flying this route for almost two years now..."

"He has a girlfriend." A voice came from the corridor.

Lin Yaoyao pushed the frosted partition aside and rested her elbow on the armrest.

Gu Xiaowan straightened up, looked at Lin Yaoyao, and then at Shen Qingning on the other side of the aisle.

Have a pleasant trip!

Gu Xiaowan carried the tray and strode into the front cabin's food preparation area, this time without looking back.

Lin Yaoyao picked up her phone and took a picture of the Yangtze River across the aisle.

Then open the "Best Sisters Forever" group chat, select the photo, and send it.

Lin Yaoyao: [Image]

Lin Yaoyao: The first crime scene at 30,000 feet in the air.

"Suspect: Flight attendant; Victim: General Manager Jiang; Witnesses: Qing Ning and I."

Xiao Xiao: "Wow! This flight attendant is quite pretty! Isn't President Jiang interested?"

Lin Yaoyao: "If I were interested, I wouldn't have posted this photo. He didn't even take the note that someone offered him."

Qiu Siyao: "He didn't even accept the note..."

Xia Yutong's reply didn't pop up for several minutes.

Xia Yutong: "A Patek Philippe Nautilus, wearing this watch in first class, it would be abnormal if you didn't get hit on."

Xiao Xiao: "Yutong, why are you even researching watch models? Are you planning to give President Jiang a gift?"

Xia Yutong: "..."

The plane began to descend, and the outline of Kyoto appeared outside the window.

The hatch opened, and the corridor lights came on.

Jiang Han picked up his coat and prepared to disembark.

Lin Yaoyao moved closer to him: "You don't even accept notes, that's not like you."

"When did I develop this style?"

"You used to..."

"I'm a womanizer, but I'm picky about what I eat," Jiang Han replied calmly and directly.

"Especially since you guys have really whetted my appetite."

Shen Qingning walked behind the two of them and heard the reply, a slight smile curving her lips.

The three of them walked out from the covered bridge.

The lights in the arrival hall of Gyeongju Airport are much brighter than those in the aircraft cabin.

Lin Yaoyao was walking at the front, and just as she turned the corner at the exit, she suddenly stopped.

A familiar figure was standing outside the arrival gate.

The deep purple cheongsam and pearl necklace belong to Carrie Lam.

Lin Yaoyao's mouth dropped open: "Mom? What brings you here?"

"Come pick up my son-in-law."

Carrie Lam walked past her daughter and headed straight for Jianghan.

"Xiao Jiang, you must be tired from your journey!"

Carrie Lam smiled so hard her eyes curved into crescent moons before turning to look at Lin Yaoyao.

"You too, don't just stand there, help carry things."

Lin Yaoyao: "..."