They surrounded me right after the breakup.

(The cover and description were taken down by Shenhe... I'm being honest!)

Inside the aircraft cabin.

First-class flight attendant Zhao Ruoyan pushed a beverage cart and stopped in the aisle.

I recognized the man in the window seat.

Last time, he was sitting next to two incredibly beautiful women.

Zhao Ruoyan handed over her business card and placed it under the coffee cup.

It has the full name and surname, a handwritten number, and a line of small print on the back.

The result was a straightforward rejection.

At this moment, another woman is sitting next to me in the window seat.

Wearing a navy blue silk shirt, with a side braid hanging over her shoulder, she is looking down at a document.

She has fair skin and a cool, aloof demeanor.

It wasn't the same person as the two from last time, but Zhao Ruoyan still couldn't take her eyes off them.

She pushed the cart forward two steps and steadied her voice.

"Sir, Madam, what would you like to drink?"

Jiang Han didn't open his eyes, leaning back in his chair for a short nap.

Xia Yutong raised her head, her gaze sweeping indifferently over the stroller.

"A glass of warm water, thank you."

Zhao Ruoyan poured a glass of warm water and handed it over, then glanced at Jiang Han.

He never opened his eyes.

Sure enough, some people's business cards are destined to disappear without a trace once they are handed out.

The business card itself was exquisite enough, but there was no empty space next to the person receiving it.

Xia Yutong held the water glass and took small sips.

She quietly turned her head to look at Jiang Han beside her.

He closed his eyes, breathing evenly, as if he were truly asleep.

He has a straight nose and a sharp jawline.

Xia Yutong looked away, her heart pounding in her chest.

She was thinking about a very trivial question.

After the plane lands, will we go straight to the hotel?

Once we arrive at the hotel, will we go straight to our room?

After entering the room…

Xia Yutong didn't dare to think about it anymore!

Suddenly, old group chat logs popped into my head.

Jiang Han and Shen Qingning had just broken up around that time.

This was the period when Lin Yaoyao and she were fighting the most intensely.

She shares breaking news in her group chat with her girlfriends every day.

"Qingning was walking with her arms around the wall today."

"I saw it with my own eyes, and I have photographic evidence!"

"Shen Qingning's face was pale, and she looked like she had been hit by an unknown shockwave."

After posting the text, Lin Yaoyao also added a candid photo of her back.

In the photo, Shen Qingning is leaning against the corridor wall, her legs trembling slightly.

Xia Yutong was just curious when she saw it and kept asking a lot of questions.

Lin Yaoyao only replied that she would know when she grew up.

Xia Yutong is now sitting in first class at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

Those photos, chat logs, and the jokes she didn't quite understand at the time.

One by one, things surged up from the depths of my memory, as clear as if they happened yesterday.

Psychologically, Xia Yutong was already prepared.

From the moment Jiang Han carried her in his arms outside the courthouse, to the moment he held her hand by her bedside.

The defenses crumbled layer by layer until nothing was left.

But when I actually boarded the flight, my heart was still racing uncontrollably.

Xia Yutong has a professional habit of rehearsing the worst-case scenario in advance.

The more I think about it, the more I realize that I lack expertise in certain areas.

The more I thought about it, the weaker my legs felt.

Xia Yutong placed the water glass on the table, her fingers unconsciously stroking the rim of the glass.

I can't concentrate on the contract, and I can't sleep.

The plane began its descent.

The clouds outside the window grew thinner, and the buildings on the ground gradually became clearer.

Jiang Han opened his eyes and turned to look at her.

"arrive?"

"We're almost there."

Xia Yutong closed the document and realized that she hadn't turned a single page of the entire flight.

The plane landed smoothly, taxied, and came to a stop.

The seatbelt indicator light is off.

The two got up and took their luggage.

Step out of the bridge, cross the arrival passage, and push open the glass door.

The arrival hall was packed with people.

Before Xia Yutong could react, three groups of people rushed towards her at the same time.

Leading the way was a middle-aged man wearing a striped shirt.

"Hello, Chairman Jiang! I'm Mr. Zhang's assistant. Mr. Zhang is already waiting for you at the company!"

He had barely finished speaking when a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stepped in from the side.

"Mr. Jiang, this is Chen from the Shanghai branch of Shanghai Pudong Development Bank. President Wang instructed me to make sure I could pick you up!"

The third group was a little slower.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang. I am from the Shanghai Theatre Academy's administration office. Principal Liu knew you were coming and specially prepared a welcome dinner."

Three voices rang out almost simultaneously.

Jiang Han raised his hand to check the time, his expression remaining unchanged.

"Thank you all, but negotiations are already scheduled for this afternoon, so time is tight."

"I appreciate President Wang and Principal Liu's kind intentions, and I will visit them another day."

Xia Yutong followed behind him, head down, quickly walking through the crowd.

Jiang Han is only in his twenties, yet he has already reached a position that many people can never achieve in their entire lives.

The electric door of the Alphard minivan slid open silently.

The car has a spacious interior, beige leather seats, and ambient lighting set to a warm yellow.

There were two bottles of mineral water in the armrest box.

The car and the itinerary were arranged by Shen Qingning.

She is not physically present, yet she is everywhere.

The cityscape of Shanghai outside the car window rushed past, and the Huangpu River flashed by through the gaps between the buildings.

The Oriental Pearl Tower gleamed with a silvery-gray luster under the midday sun.

Traffic flows and skyscrapers stand tall; the prosperity of this city is even more flamboyant than that of Jingzhou.

Xia Yutong looked down and opened the memo app on her phone.

That was a summary of experiences that Lin Yaoyao posted in the group a long time ago.

It contains a detailed record of the various "aftereffects" that Shen Qingning experienced.

Walking while holding onto the wall is the easiest way.

The third most common reason is that my legs tremble when I wear high heels.

The most serious time, he was bedridden.

The person was in a coma for more than 24 hours.

Xia Yutong thought Lin Yaoyao was exaggerating at the time.

Now, sitting in the van heading to the hotel, she felt the memo was like a work of documentary literature.

I can't look anymore, or the heat on my face will become impossible to hide.

The car drove into the underground parking lot of a five-star hotel on the Bund.

The elevator goes directly to the top floor.

With a ding, the door opened.

The corridor was carpeted in dark gray, and the wall lamps were made of warm golden brass.

The double doors at the end of the room had already been opened, and the butler bowed slightly before quietly leaving.

Jiang Han swiped his card and pushed open the door.

Executive Suite…

Do not!

It's clearly a presidential suit!

The living room has a full-length window facing the Huangpu River, with the skyline of Lujiazui visible outside.

Crystal chandelier, genuine leather sofa, marble coffee table.

Fresh flowers and a welcome fruit platter were placed on the bar.

Xia Yutong's gaze swept across the living room and landed on the half-open bedroom door.

Round, huge, white bedding, with a red rose on the bedside table.

Xia Yutong stood in the center of the living room, staring at the bed for a long time.

The two went on a business trip alone.

We booked a round double room.

This can no longer be considered a hint.

It's like shouting into her ear through a megaphone.

Xia Yutong felt her ears burning.

She placed her briefcase on the sofa, pretending to look at the welcome card.

The card was written in Shen Qingning's handwriting.

The negotiations went smoothly. Get some rest tonight.

The phrase "get a good rest" carries a deeper meaning for each character.

"Qing Ning's arrangements were indeed very thorough."