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But as soon as they recognized Gu Mingzhi’s profile, both of them were stunned.

Xia Xing was puzzled by their expressions when the door was pushed open again.

Gu Mingzhi had arrived—

Xia Xing’s social death countdown had officially begun!

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At the border, it was also about time for Xia Ye to return to the country.

She had a few small cases of luggage when she arrived, but she was leaving with several large cases of items.

All were bought by Xia Xian.

The subordinates loaded these items, box by box, onto... Jiang Xuan’s private jet.

Jiang Xuan had finished his official business some time ago, staying at the border just to wait for Xia Ye. Now he could take her back with him, saving Xia Xian an extra trip.

Sending his dearest sister onto another man’s plane always gave Xia Xian the feeling of throwing a lamb into a tiger’s den.

But Jiang Xuan didn’t give him a chance to change his mind, as he had already led the young lady into the cabin before he could speak.

Truth be told, although Xia Xian’s helicopter was cool, it couldn’t compare to Jiang Xuan’s private jet.

The vast interior, exceeding the decor of a five-star hotel, greeted Xia Ye with an array of dazzling food as soon as she stepped in.

Shen Jing switched to the perfect hotel lobby manager: "President, Miss Xia, please come inside."

The plane took off smoothly, and the people inside hardly felt it, making what would feel like a long and tiring flight to others a pleasurable experience for them, as though they were just visiting Golar for fun.

Xia Ye had eaten with her third brother before departure, and now, eating sparingly, she was the epitome of elegance and pride, like a black swan perched by a lake.

In a trance, it was as if she returned to the palaces of the Ancient O Continent.

Jiang Xuan smiled and glanced at the ’scenery’ before him: "We have five hours until landing. We’ll have to adjust to the time difference over there, I suggest you go to the rest area and sleep for a while."

When Xia Ye came with her third brother, they just rested leaning back in their seats. But from Jiang Xuan’s tone, it seemed his conditions were much better: "You have a bed here?"

Jiang Xuan maintained a polite smile: "Yes, one bed."

There was a bed, but his emphasis on there only being one carried a slightly more suggestive undertone...

Still, he feared the young lady might not understand, so he bluntly asked: "Do you need me to accompany you in sleep?"

’Splash—’

The perfectly elegant Shen Jing, who was pouring wine, accidentally spilled the 1982 Lafite like a waterfall onto the floor.

The president offering to sleep over?!

What kind of ’outrageously generous’ service was this!

Xia Ye glanced at Shen Jing, whose face almost screamed "If she doesn’t want to, I will", and lightly licked her lips: "Since there’s just one bed, it wouldn’t be right not to let you rest..."

Jiang Xuan’s eyes slightly curved, it seemed the sporadic accompanying [sleep] services over the past few months had been quite satisfactory to the young lady.

The plane wasn’t solely for resting, but once they landed, Xia Ye would return to the Xia Family, and he to the Jiang Family mansion.

When Beijing University started, they were to resume their underground relationship.

They could only take advantage of their weekly public economics class to subtly mix business with pleasure.

So, before the plane landed, he wanted to enhance the young lady’s impression of his service...

Shen Jing crouched low, cleaning the wine spill, trying his best to hide his presence, representing a 3000-watt light bulb.

Although the two dining ones were in high spirits, nobody noticed his exaggerated reaction.

Only when the two masters rose and headed towards the rest area did Shen Jing stealthily stand, crouching like a thief, sneaking a glance towards the rest area— freēnovelkiss.com

Jiang Xuan held Xia Ye’s hand, and their figures disappeared into the rest area.

This was on a plane; the rest area had sliding doors, but the soundproofing was far from that of an apartment or villa.

Two little figures emerged in Shen Jing’s mind.

One dressed in a white dress with an angelic halo overhead, hands in a gesture of righteous prayer: "The president and Miss Xia are going to rest, I should conscientiously wear earplugs!"

The other, dressed in black with devil horns, said: "Are you stupid? Such a rare opportunity before us, if you miss it, it won’t come again! I wonder what type of man the president is... But from the years of reading CEO novels, the more they appear abstinent and lofty, the louder they are!"

The white angel shook its head fiercely: "No, no! As the president’s assistant, how can I do such tasteless things?"

The black little devil snickered: "But the president didn’t say to keep everyone away before he went in, right?"

The two little figures fought for about a minute, and the white angel departed peacefully.

Shen Jing quietly prowled towards the rest area...