Chen Jiaxue lifted her hips slightly, pouting her pink lips in a coquettish pout. "Young Master Jiang, you're so heartless," she said with a playful whine.
"Heartless? Then what am I doing right now? Don't worry—you'll get every penny of the fee I promised."
Hearing Jiang Cheng's promise, Chen Jiaxue's smile brightened again.
To her, even if this deal didn't let her latch onto Jiang Cheng's thigh for good,
at least it would give her a generous payout.
A three-hour flight for extra cash—no loss at all.
Chen Jiaxue saw nothing wrong with her reasoning.
In the current climate, even female celebrities often moonlight for extra money.
Otherwise why would they fly all over the world every day?
While you're young and valuable, use every advantage to save up.
Better than waiting until you're old and letting someone else pick you.
Jiang Cheng hadn't stated the exact amount he'd pay,
but Chen Jiaxue knew it was time for her to earn it.
"Thank you, Young Master Jiang. Then let me take the initiative and show my gratitude..."
An hour later, Chen Jiaxue cast a lingering look at the big bed and slipped quietly out of the room.
Jiang Cheng had already transferred one hundred thousand yuan to her account.
He didn't say when they'd be in touch again,
but she believed that having his contact meant opportunities.
And opportunities were all she needed. The three-plus-hour flight flew by.
Just before landing, Jiang Cheng enjoyed another enthusiastic service from Chen Jiaxue in the lavatory.
This time, however, Chen Jiaxue refused any payment.
Steam still lingered inside, white wisps leaking through the crack, hinting at lingering desire.
She bent down to fetch Jiang Cheng's shoes and knelt to slip them on for him.
Looking up at him with a smile, she asked, "Young Master Jiang, you won't forget me, will you?"
Jiang Cheng smiled at her allure. "Of course not. See you next time."
A vintage wine like Chen Jiaxue doesn't hit hard at first sip, but it sure has a long finish.
The ride was wild and unrestrained.
Compared with Qiao Yinyin and the others, she was far more open and adventurous.
The plane had landed; Wang Sheng and the others were waiting at the cabin door.
Unlike Jiang Cheng, who'd been well fed and satisfied, Wang Sheng and the Bodyguards had literally eaten their fill.
They had sampled every gourmet dish aboard the private jet.
They rubbed their bellies and watched Jiang Cheng emerge from the rest area.
Seeing Chen Jiaxue trailing him like a simp made the food suddenly taste bland.
Especially when she knelt to tie Jiang Cheng's laces.
A goddess like her had turned into a simp on their first meeting.
Money really does erase looks when it comes to simping.
Rich people always eat better: they get to pick, and food even jumps onto their plates for them.
Though everyone was eating, who wouldn't want a taste of someone like Chen Jiaxue?
They all felt sour, yet they had to admit the world is harshly realistic.
Jiang Cheng noticed their jealous looks but ignored them and walked off the plane without a glance.
Chen Jiaxue watched him leave, eyes full of reluctance.
Though their time together had been short, Jiang Cheng's exceptional performance had conquered her.
Who wouldn't want a nonstop pleasure stick?
Another Flight Attendant saw Chen Jiaxue's face and felt her own frustration melt.
She smirked, tone tinged with sarcasm: "Sister, I thought you did well—looks like you worked for free...
Chen Jiaxue didn't argue, waved her wechat receipt: "I got paid, so not exactly free. He said he'll call me again..."
Seeing the transfer, the other attendant's smirk froze.
A chartering playboy spending big—no surprise there.
Last time she picked up extra pay on a long-haul flight, she only got thirty thousand yuan.
Jiang Cheng knew nothing of the women's rivalry; he was texting Zhou Ying while walking out.
Zhou Ying replied quickly.
"I'm waiting at the terminal entrance. There's an old guy bothering me—won't stop talking."
Jiang Cheng frowned at the message.
He dialed her.
She answered at once.
"I'm fine, just come quick—there are people around."
"Hang on, I'm coming."
He quickened his pace.
He hadn't expected flies in the private terminal.
At a normal gate the chance of Zhou Ying being hit on would be high.
Business travelers are common, and Zhou Ying's beauty score is 96.
Her fresh-from-high-school look is exactly what many men like.
Barely an adult, easiest to sweet-talk.
That's what the old man hitting on her had in mind.
"Listen, sweetheart, what do you study? I run a company full of girls your age—reception, accounting, IT. Look at my secretary—salary starts at ten thousand. Let's be friends."
Zhou Ying glanced at his assistant and replied coldly, "I've told you many times, I don't need a job—I'm waiting for my boyfriend."