They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Paris time, 3 p.m.

The plane landed smoothly at Charles de Gaulle Airport.

The cabin door opened, and first-class passengers disembarked first.

Jiang Han switched his phone back from airplane mode, and the time on the screen automatically changed to local time.

Gyeongju is 7 hours ahead of Paris, so it's already late at night there.

Wang Jing followed behind him, carrying his briefcase, yawning as he walked.

"I flew for 11 hours, and my back is about to break."

"It's good to be young. I noticed you didn't even recline your seat the whole time."

"Brother Wang, you're making me very worried about the rest of the trip!"

Wang Jing grinned mischievously, "President Jiang, I may not be as good as you guys, but that won't stop me from lying down and enjoying myself."

Jiang Han spat.

Alright! So you like female knights...

The immigration channel was crowded with people.

Several French customs officers in uniform stood behind the counter, looking rather lazy.

When it was Jianghan's turn, they stamped the document without asking any questions.

Wang Jing followed behind and also passed the test smoothly, in less than 10 minutes.

"Does the passport of a rich person come with some kind of speed-up feature?"

Jiang Han was too lazy to respond to such a common-sense question.

When he got to the baggage claim area, his suitcase had already been taken off the conveyor belt.

Two French men in black suits were waiting nearby.

He wore the hotel's gold badge on his chest.

He stood upright, his hair neatly combed.

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Wang, welcome to Paris."

He bowed politely to the French man who was over fifty years old.

After delivering a welcome speech in broken Chinese, he handed the task to his entourage for translation.

It's clear he tried his best.

"I am Mathieu, the personal butler for the two of us during our stay in Paris."

The butler was dressed in a dark tailcoat with a white shirt and a bow tie, a typical old-fashioned European style.

In short, it refers to the veterans of Europe.

Behind him stood several young waiters, who were already carrying his luggage.

Everyone moved quickly and steadily.

Wang Jing's gaze shifted from Mathieu's tuxedo to the black convoy that was faintly visible outside the door.

"I used to stay in five-star hotels when I came to Paris."

"Airport pickup service is available."

"But this is the first time I've ever seen a butler in a tuxedo."

"Mr. Jiang, what level of hotel did you book?"

Jiang Han didn't give a direct answer: "Brother Wang, when you're out having fun, comfort is important. Talking about money is so vulgar!"

Although it was Wang Jing who made the invitation, saying it was as a way of expressing gratitude.

But Jiang Han couldn't possibly let him pay for everything.

His philosophy of social interaction is based on reciprocity.

The two walked out of the airport gate.

The scene before him silenced Wang Jing completely.

Two Rolls-Royce Phantoms were parked side by side on the side of the road.

Several black Mercedes-Maybachs followed behind.

Passengers passing by couldn't help but turn their heads to look.

Several young people who were taking photos with their phones were politely stopped a few steps away by the hotel's security personnel.

Mathieu opened the rear door of one of the Phantoms.

He protected the top edge of the car door with his palm.

"Please board the vehicle, VIPs. The journey from the airport to the hotel will take approximately 40 minutes."

"There are drinks and snacks in the car."

"Please let me know if you need anything."

Jiang Han was about to bend down to get into the car when he caught a glimpse of the other side of the airport exit out of the corner of his eye.

Song Wanning was pushing two huge suitcases all by herself.

I was standing at the end of the taxi queue.

Most of the passengers who arrived on domestic flights had already left, leaving only her waiting for her ride.

The wind blowing from Paris carried a slight chill.

Song Wanning pulled her trench coat tighter around herself, her hair getting a little messy from the wind.

Taxis pulled over one after another, and there were several groups of people queuing up ahead.

It looks like we'll have to wait quite a while.

Song Wanning naturally noticed the commotion on the Jianghan side.

With such a large-scale event, it's hard to miss it.

Rolls-Royce, the old butler in a tuxedo…

She was pushing two suitcases, which she would have to carry into the trunk herself later.

Just a few hours ago, they were exchanging intimate messages on the plane.

Jiang Han's words are unpleasant to hear.

But at least at that time, the two were only a few steps apart.

These few steps have now become an insurmountable barrier.

Song Wanning withdrew her gaze, looked down at the ground, her eyes filled with disappointment.

Jiang Han's world is different from hers.

Song Wanning wrapped her trench coat tighter around herself and moved forward a few steps with the group.

There are still a dozen or so people short of her turn.

She bent down to adjust the wheels of her suitcase to prevent them from getting stuck in the gaps in the cobblestone path.

Suddenly, a voice called out from behind.

"Song Wanning!"

She looked up and turned to look at them.

Jiang Han stood next to the luxury car, waving at her.

The implication was clear: she should go now.

Song Wanning looked around to make sure the person calling her was indeed her.

She bit her lip and hesitated for a moment.

Deep down, I felt a bit unwilling. Why should I be at your beck and call?

But it's also contradictory, compared to complete neglect.

I felt inexplicably happy after being noticed.

In the end, Song Wanning still pushed the suitcase over.

As she walked to the front of the convoy, she subconsciously tidied her hair, which had been ruffled by the wind.

She wanted to hide her slightly disheveled appearance.

Are you alone?

"Um."

"Who booked the hotel for you?"

"I ordered it myself..."

Song Wanning gave the hotel's name.

A small boutique hotel, four stars, not far from the show venue.

Previously, all overseas travel notices were handled by the team.

However, this was the only place with available rooms for this impromptu trip.

Just like any other tourist, she looked at reviews online, compared prices, and placed orders and made payments.

At the time, I thought I was quite efficient.

But he stood in front of two rows of Rolls-Royces.

Song Wanning suddenly felt that the amount displayed on the order page was a bit meager.

Jiang Han turned his head toward Mathieu.

"Is it on my way?"

Mathieu placed his right hand on his chest and greeted Song Wanning.

"Of course, all of Paris is on the way."

"Mr. Jiang, please go ahead to the location, and then we will take this lady there."

For the most distinguished guests, taking a slight detour on the way to pick them up is hardly a request.

The butler gestured to the servant behind him to take Song Wanning's luggage.

The young waiter strode forward without pausing for a moment.

It was put directly into the trunk of the Maybach that followed.

Song Wanning stood next to the Rolls-Royce door.

My legs, encased in thick black pantyhose, trembled involuntarily, as if in a stress response.

This wasn't the first time she'd ridden in a luxury car.

I've ridden in Bentleys arranged by brand organizers before when attending brand events.

But that's work, it's the brand's way of putting on a show.

It wasn't prepared specifically for her.

This Phantom is here specifically to pick up Jiang Han.

She was just given a ride along the way.

Or…

Just like last time, I will be taken into a room and live a life of darkness and despair.

For a moment, Song Wanning couldn't tell which outcome she wanted.

Before my mind could process it, my body moved first.

Song Wanning smoothed the hem of her trench coat, bent down, and sat in the car.

Inside the carriage, there was a faint scent of genuine leather and perfume.

Paris truly lives up to its reputation as a fashion capital renowned for its perfumes; the scents are pleasant and not overpowering.

The seat automatically adjusts to the most comfortable angle.

The armrest box contained chilled bottled water.

The car drove smoothly out of the airport and onto the highway.

The scenery of the Paris suburbs flashed past the car window.

Song Wanning inwardly mocked herself.

No matter how hard you kick, kiss with all your might.

They're all just physical matters.

My trip to Paris started off off badly even before it officially began.

……