Seeing Chen Jiaxue looking so aggrieved, Jiang Cheng beckoned her over.
Upon seeing this, a flicker of pleasant surprise appeared on Chen Jiaxue's face.
Given Jiang Cheng's attitude just now, she had already prepared herself to be rejected for following him.
She hadn't expected Jiang Cheng to actually let her come over now.
Quickly adjusting her expression, her face immediately broke into a smile that was both pleasantly surprised and perfectly sycophantic.
Carefully walking with a sultry catwalk, she slowly approached Jiang Cheng.
When Chen Jiaxue reached Jiang Cheng's side, she suddenly, as if by accident, dropped the Pager she was holding behind her.
"Oh my~ My Pager!" she let out a soft, delicate cry, her voice tinged with a hint of panic.
Chen Jiaxue hurriedly crouched down.
The moment she leaned over, her V-neck uniform opened up with her movements, revealing a breathtaking curve.
The embroidered roses on her black lace bra were faintly visible at the neckline, offering a subtle, lingering temptation.
Seeing Jiang Cheng's brow twitch as he looked at her chest, Chen Jiaxue's lips curled into a satisfied smile.
She saw Jiang Cheng's gaze fall directly onto her chest, his brow twitching slightly as if he had some reaction to what he saw.
Meanwhile, Chen Jiaxue's lips curved slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.
She didn't immediately turn around to pick up the Pager; instead, she paused for a moment, letting Jiang Cheng look for a few more seconds.
Only then did she slowly turn around to begin picking up the Pager.
Generally, when Girls wearing skirts crouch down, they are exceptionally careful for fear of exposing themselves.
They usually try every possible way to cover their private areas to ensure no embarrassing situation occurs.
However, Chen Jiaxue was completely different.
Her turning movement wasn't a direct reach for the Pager; instead, she squatted with her knees down and her hips held high, slowly kneeling down in an extremely deliberate motion.
Jiang Cheng was all too familiar with this movement.
It was a pose designed to make it easy for someone to 'accidentally' fall from behind and connect with her.
Under the cabin lights, her Champagne-colored stockings emitted a faint pearly luster.
As her knees gently touched the soft carpet, the slight upward shift of her skirt made the lace edges of her Absolute Territory flicker in and out of view.
Jiang Cheng looked down at the crown of her head, where a stray lock of curly hair was hooked onto her pearl earring.
Chen Jiaxue seemed to sense Jiang Cheng's gaze; she turned her head, causing that lock of hair to tangle even tighter, as if intentionally trying to draw his attention.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, revealing an expression that was both seductive and pitiable.
Lightly biting her lower lip, she said provocatively, "Oh, Young Master Jiang, with that twist just now, it seems I've got a leg cramp. Could you help me?"
Just as Chen Jiaxue had expected, the Girls around Jiang Cheng indeed lacked her level of sultry spark.
The aircraft's private rooms and the passenger seats were separated only by an aisle.
This short distance would have made any of the other Girls by Jiang Cheng's side feel incredibly shy if they were to make such a move in the aisle.
Those Girls would surely have exploded with embarrassment.
But Chen Jiaxue didn't have the slightest hint of shyness.
She even stared directly at Jiang Cheng with watery eyes.
Clearly, before Jiang Cheng had even made a move, she was already getting worked up herself.
The corners of Jiang Cheng's mouth curled up slightly into a faint smile.
He took a step forward and walked slowly toward Chen Jiaxue.
When he reached her, he leaned down slightly, reached out his right hand, and without hesitation, gave Chen Jiaxue's rounded buttocks two light slaps, making a crisp'smack-smack' sound.
These two slaps didn't seem very forceful, but they made Chen Jiaxue let out a soft cry: "Oh~" her voice revealing a hint of surprise and bashfulness.
After the slaps, Jiang Cheng didn't stop there.
He reached out and firmly kneaded Chen Jiaxue's buttocks twice.
"Haven't seen you for a while, and now you manage to give yourself a leg cramp just by picking something up? It seems you haven't been getting enough exercise."
Chen Jiaxue was clearly caught off guard by Jiang Cheng's action; her body trembled slightly, but she didn't pull away.
On the contrary, when she realized Jiang Cheng was standing behind her, her buttocks seemed to have a mind of their own.
She proactively shifted back a small step, leaning closer to Jiang Cheng's body.
Unable to restrain herself, Chen Jiaxue said to Jiang Cheng in a slightly aggrieved tone, "You're right. Since I haven't seen you for so long, I haven't even had a chance to 'catch my breath.' You have no idea how hard it's been for me."
Jiang Cheng leaned down, wrapping both arms around to Chen Jiaxue's front, hugging her directly from behind.
Feeling her back pressed against Jiang Cheng's chest muscles,
a satisfied smile rose on Chen Jiaxue's face.
"Young Master Jiang..." She turned her head, the corners of her eyes flushed with a watery red.
Her voice was as syrupy as melted honey, "If you keep this up... my legs really won't be able to stand..."
Jiang Cheng gave a low chuckle.
His palm remained on Chen Jiaxue's hip, his fingertips sinking deep into the soft flesh wrapped in Champagne-colored stockings.
He originally wanted to tease Chen Jiaxue a bit more, and a playful smile had already curled on his lips.
However, just then, his peripheral vision caught sight of a figure.
Jiang Cheng had instinctively assumed it would be Qiu Yihe.
But the person who came was Zhao Yihan.
She was standing there holding a tray, motionless, her fingertips tightly gripping the edge of the tray.
Because she was gripping it so hard, her knuckles had turned white.
Qiu Yihe was originally supposed to deliver the post-meal fruit.
She happened to be passing the corner with the tray.
When she saw this scene, her footsteps seemed to lose control.
She naturally took a turn and ended up inside this aisle.
From the moment she entered, her gaze was like it was drawn by a magnet.
It was fixed dead onto Jiang Cheng's hand as it caressed Chen Jiaxue's body.
Her chest heaved violently a couple of times, causing the crystal glasses on the tray to tremble slightly, the ice cubes clinking against each other.
Looking at this posture, she knew exactly what was going on.
That shameless bitch Chen Jiaxue! She actually used such low-class methods to seduce Young Master Jiang?!
This trick of pretending to drop something to seduce passengers was something people like them could do effortlessly.
This slut was definitely doing it on purpose.
Dropping things in the hallway to seduce Jiang Cheng—she really was in a hurry.
Heh, look at her kneeling there like she's begging for mercy; she's no different from a bitch in heat.
What is Young Master Jiang's status and position?
Would he fall for this?
However, in the next second, her disdain froze on her face.
Because she saw Jiang Cheng actually move closer to Chen Jiaxue.
Instead of pulling away, he leaned in closer, his thin lips almost brushing that slut's earlobe as he said something.
Chen Jiaxue immediately laughed so hard she trembled, intentionally rubbing her buttocks against his leg.
Even as he kneaded her, she arched her waist slightly like a cat so his palm could press closer against her.
Seeing Jiang Cheng staring at her, a flicker of embarrassment rose on Zhao Yihan's face.
Seeing Jiang Cheng staring straight at her, Zhao Yihan's face was instantly tinged with an imperceptible trace of embarrassment.
In her anxiety, Zhao Yihan's nails unconsciously scraped the tray, making a harsh sound.
However, this embarrassment was fleeting; she immediately realized she didn't need to be so flustered.
After all, just now, Jiang Cheng had clearly shown a much deeper interest in her!
Chen Jiaxue had actually noticed Zhao Yihan long ago.
But she intentionally ignored her.
Seeing that Jiang Cheng wasn't taking any further action,
Chen Jiaxue felt annoyed inside but feigned panic as she covered her neckline—while intentionally letting more of the lace edge show—and said, "Oh, Sister Yihan, you... why are you here?"
Zhao Yihan took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in her heart. She forced a professional smile, making her tone as natural and friendly as possible: "Post-meal fruit."
She stepped forward, her high heels "accidentally" stepping on the Silk scarf Chen Jiaxue had left on the floor.
The corners of her mouth curled slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile.
Then, using the motion of leaning down to place the tray, she brought her body close to Chen Jiaxue and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear.
She said coldly, "You can even manage to fall into a man's arms while picking something up. You really are professional."
Not only did no trace of anger appear in Chen Jiaxue's eyes, but an even sweeter smile quickly surfaced.
She responded coquettishly, "How could I possibly compare to you, Sister Yihan~" As she spoke, she pointedly glanced at Zhao Yihan's tight Uniform skirt and continued, "With such a tight skirt, and you even intentionally altered it a size smaller... when you bend over, aren't you afraid the buttons will pop?"
Zhao Yihan's face instantly became stiff; she clearly hadn't expected Chen Jiaxue to strike back so bluntly.
Her hands tightly gripped the edge of the tray as she struggled to maintain her composure, but the anger in her heart erupted like a volcano.
Standing to the side, Jiang Cheng watched the hidden daggers between these two women with great interest.
Suddenly, he reached out, took the fruit plate, and stroked the back of Zhao Yihan's hand as she crouched: "I won't eat the fruit, but you've shown up at just the right time..."
Hearing this, Zhao Yihan felt like she'd been hit by an electric shock, her whole body trembling.
Her eyes, like those of a startled fawn, looked at Jiang Cheng with a shimmering gaze that held both surprise and an indescribable hint of expectation.
Seeing Jiang Cheng about to make a move on Zhao Yihan,
"I've recently learned Thai massage. Young Master Jiang, don't you really want to try it at all? It's Thai massage, hehe, it's actually a bit... you know what I mean..."
As Chen Jiaxue spoke, she seemed a bit worried that Jiang Cheng would distance himself from her.
So she quickly stood up and, like a well-behaved little kitten, pressed herself close to Jiang Cheng.
Then she lowered her voice again, "And, I even know how to use oil..."
Did she mean she wanted to stay in the room with Jiang Cheng while leaving Zhao Yihan alone outside to serve so many people??
Thinking of this, Zhao Yihan also pressed closer.
"Young Master Jiang just said he doesn't want a 'well-behaved' massage," Zhao Yihan said in a delicate voice. "Jiaxue's technique might be professional, but for a distinguished guest like Young Master Jiang, he should enjoy something more... private. I'll tell you a secret, I haven't even taken the exam for my Massage certificate yet."
"You dare to come out and show off without a certificate?" A cold smile appeared at the corner of Chen Jiaxue's mouth, clearly dismissive of Zhao Yihan's words.
"Oh, how can you call it showing off?" Zhao Yihan countered nonchalantly. "As long as Young Master Jiang likes it, then it's the best, isn't it?"
Seeing Zhao Yihan puff out her full chest again, Chen Jiaxue clenched her teeth.
To be honest, if Zhao Yihan hadn't suddenly appeared, she had one hundred percent confidence in winning over Jiang Cheng.
After all, Jiang Cheng had already become 'aroused' just now.
If she had been just a bit more proactive, she might already be pinned against the aisle wall by now.
There wouldn't even have been a need to go back to the room to handle business.
However, Zhao Yihan's appearance now had caused the entire scene to undergo a massive change.
Chen Jiaxue keenly sensed that Jiang Cheng's attitude was starting to waver, which made her feel anxious and uneasy.
In her desperation, Chen Jiaxue bit her lip and said provocatively, "Then why don't we do it together? Let Young Master Jiang judge who is more..." Her fingertip suggestively brushed across Zhao Yihan's collarbone, "...professional."
Zhao Yihan's breath hitched; she hadn't expected the other party to dare to play like this.
Although she was well-endowed, this was Zhao Yihan's first time interacting with Jiang Cheng.
Her understanding of Jiang Cheng was naturally not as detailed as Chen Jiaxue's.
She naturally wanted to refuse playing this kind of game.
However, since Jiang Cheng was present, Zhao Yihan didn't dare to refuse outright.
She glared fiercely at Chen Jiaxue, seemingly blaming the other for such an absurd proposal.
Quickly adjusting her expression, she took a half-step back, feigning reserve.
"This... this wouldn't be following the rules..." Zhao Yihan's voice trembled slightly.
She even unconsciously stole a glance at Jiang Cheng's reaction out of the corner of her eye.
She had originally thought that saying this would make Chen Jiaxue seem lewd and negligent of her duties, thereby highlighting her own dignity and reserve in front of Jiang Cheng.
However, what Zhao Yihan never expected was that her words would suddenly trigger a scoff from Jiang Cheng.
"Rules?" Just a moment ago, Jiang Cheng's face still held a trace of interest in her.
But after Zhao Yihan said those words, Jiang Cheng's face was filled only with the disappointed expression of someone whose mood had been ruined.
He grabbed Chen Jiaxue by the waist and started leading her toward the guest room.
"Since you want to follow the rules so much, then you can leave."
The atmosphere had already been built up to this point.
To talk about following rules now—wasn't that just a waste of time?
If she really wanted to follow the rules, she should have pretended she didn't see anything from the start and walked away.
Seeing Chen Jiaxue take the opportunity to give her a triumphant look,
Zhao Yihan instantly panicked.
Jiang Cheng was a high-level client of the private jet.
If her service made him dissatisfied,
she might be fired tomorrow and lose this job.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yihan's high heels stumbled a couple of steps on the carpet: "Young Master Jiang! I actually..."
Chen Jiaxue took the chance to press her whole body against him, lifting her chin toward Zhao Yihan in a show of defiance.
"Didn't you want to follow the rules? Sister Yihan, why don't you go outside? It's fine for me to serve Young Master Jiang alone."
After saying this, Chen Jiaxue even mouthed the words, "Beg me," at an angle where Jiang Cheng couldn't see.
Looking at Chen Jiaxue's smug appearance,
Zhao Yihan's clenched fists trembled slightly, her fingertips—painted with cherry-colored polish—sinking into her palms.