They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Jiang Han had just arrived at the entrance of the terminal building.

Before the car door was even fully closed, four women in uniforms quickly approached from the VIP exit.

A dark blue fitted suit jacket, a white shirt, and a tight-fitting pencil skirt.

Below are flesh-colored stockings commonly seen in the workplace, paired with black high heels.

Her hair was all pulled back and held in place with a hairnet.

The man in the lead walked up to Jiang Han and bowed slightly: "Mr. Jiang, let me help you with your luggage."

Jiang Han handed over his carry-on suitcase.

The girl took it with both hands, her movements swift and efficient.

Another person went around to the back of the car and took the checked bag out of the trunk.

The four people had clearly defined roles.

One was carrying a carry-on suitcase, and the other was pushing luggage.

Two people led the way from the side and front.

The high heels clicked crisply on the marble floor, their steps synchronized.

Jiang Han recognized two of them: Xu Lu and Zhou Man.

I am currently a dedicated account manager at China Merchants Bank.

I haven't had a chance to test how exclusive it can be yet.

"Manager Xu, you're very kind."

Xu Lu turned her head: "President Jiang, you're too kind! It's our honor to serve you!"

Jiang Han has been to the VIP lounges of domestic banks many times.

It was nothing more than a few young girls in uniforms standing behind the counter.

They handed out hot towels, poured bottled water, and helped print boarding passes.

The tasks of serving tea and water, and welcoming and seeing off guests were all outsourced to a company.

The presence of a formal account manager in person is an exceptional case among exceptional cases.

Making these young women wear high heels and travel all the way from the branch to the terminal clearly exceeds the scope of regular customers.

As people passed through the regular passenger passage, some looked back.

Four girls in uniforms surrounded a young man.

It's hard to keep a low profile.

The VIP lounge is at the far end of the second floor.

Two solid wood doors were pushed open, revealing a dark gray carpet and a genuine leather sofa.

Several abstract oil paintings hang on the wall.

On the coffee table, the tea set was neatly arranged, and next to it were stacks of snow-white hot towels.

The fruit platter contained cut fruit skewered with silver sticks.

The three-tiered dessert stand was filled with French pastries.

Macarons, canelés, and chocolate mousse cups.

The presentation is even more exquisite than afternoon tea at a five-star hotel.

Zhou Man squatted down next to the coffee table, her wrists dangling in the air.

The spout of the purple clay teapot was tilted, and the tea was poured into the cup without a single drop splashing.

His tea-brewing skills were clearly the result of specialized training.

Xu Lu folded the hot towel and placed it next to Jiang Han, then stepped back behind the sofa to stand.

The other two girls stood on either side of the doorway.

No one spoke throughout the entire process, and no one looked down at their phone.

Jiang Han smiled and said, "Manager Xu, your service standards have been upgraded again."

"President Wang personally instructed me to do so."

"As long as President Jiang informs us of all his schedules in advance..."

"VIP channels at domestic airports, airport pick-up and drop-off, and baggage check-in."

"All operations are handled directly by the private banking department."

Jiang Han took out his phone, took a picture of the tea set, and sent it to Wang Jing.

"I've arrived at the airport."

Wang Jing replied instantly: "At the boarding gate, want to come sit here?"

"No, the environment and service here are quite good."

Wang Jing: "..."

"Where is it?"

Jiang Han sent the specific location.

Less than five minutes later, Wang Jing pushed the door open and came in.

He stood at the door for several seconds, dumbfounded by the sight before him.

My gaze swept from the three-tiered dessert stand on the coffee table to Zhou Man, who was half-squatting and brewing tea.

And behind the sofa, three girls were on standby at any time.

"This is quite a spectacle..."

"President Jiang, do you own the airport?"

Jiang Han leaned back on the sofa and crossed his legs.

"Brother Wang, please have a seat. Manager Xu, pour Mr. Wang some tea."

Wang Jing sat down on the opposite sofa, took the ceramic cup, and smelled it.

It was completely different from the disposable paper cups he used to use in the VIP lounge.

The tea soup was clear and transparent, and the cup walls were so thin that light could pass through.

"Holy crap!"

"After all, I am a private banking client of China Merchants Bank."

"Even if my rank isn't as high as President Jiang's, the difference in treatment is just too great!"

Jiang Han joked, "Maybe China Merchants Bank has different evaluation standards for its clients."

"What standards?"

"Appearance."

Wang Jing, holding his teacup, froze in mid-air, shaking his head and smiling wryly.

"Talking to you has been incredibly educational."

"I'll ask China Merchants Bank to do business with me again next time."

"I sent this photo to their bank manager."

"Why is it that when President Jiang comes to the airport, someone serves him Kung Fu tea?"

"I only have instant coffee with me."

"Brother Wang, please don't do this."

Several female account managers stood quietly behind the two, their eyes fixed on Jiang Han.

President Jiang is indeed very handsome.

Combined with the numbers in his account, it's enough to confuse anyone.

"Mr. Jiang, it's almost time to board."

Zhou Man had already checked her boarding pass and identification.

The other two went out first to check if the VIP passage was clear.

Jiang Han stood up and straightened his shirt collar.

The girls simultaneously stopped what they were doing and stood in a line.

"President Jiang, the airport pick-up for your return trip has been arranged."

"Contact us anytime if you need anything; we're available 24/7."

Have a pleasant journey!

The four girls wore professional, sweet smiles, waved their delicate hands, and watched their distinguished guests leave.

Jiang Han nodded, and Wang Jing followed behind, carrying a shoulder bag.

He made himself look like an old butler.

First class is located at the front of the cabin.

Each seat is a private compartment, and the genuine leather seats can be fully reclined.

It is equipped with a separate storage cabinet and a reading light.

The flight attendant brought over hot towels and drinks, and knelt down to explain the seat adjustment options to Jiang Han.

Jiang Han leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

The flight from Kyoto to Paris takes 11 hours, with a 7-hour time difference upon arrival.

Going out to discuss business usually requires a lot of mental effort.

Going abroad to see fashion shows these days is bad for your kidneys.

Just then, the first-class passengers began boarding the plane.

The rustling sound of Wang Jing flipping through the menu filled my ears.

Flight attendants walked back and forth in the aisle, helping passengers put away their luggage and handing out hot towels.

A familiar voice came from the corridor.

"Excuse me, could you please move aside? Thank you."

Jiang Han opened his eyes and saw Song Wanning standing in the corridor.

He wore a black trench coat, casually left open.

She wore a knitted sweater and thick black tights underneath, and only had a thin layer of foundation on her face.

This…

Why is she here?

Jiang Han was puzzled when the two of them met eyes.

The other person's surprise was even greater than his.

Song Wanning paused, and it was only after the flight attendant reminded her that she found her seat and sat down.

It's across the aisle from Jianghan, diagonally opposite.

Wang Jing peeked out from behind the menu.

His expression shifted from confusion to a profound realization.

He turned slightly and whispered, "Song Wanning!"

"President Jiang, did you call him?"

Wang Jing's speculation is reasonable and well-founded.

He knew that Jiang Han and Song Wanning went to the hotel together that night.

As for what happened, as a boss in the industry, I can easily imagine it.

Jiang Han waved his hand: "It's purely a coincidence."

"I don't believe it!"

"You gave me the invitation, you chose the seats for me, and now you're asking me?"

Wang Jing thought it made sense.

"Could it be that Old Zhou sent it on purpose?"

"Although he is slick, he always knows how to act appropriately."

"Even with companionship, there's a time and place! Are we going to lack women on this trip?"