Seeing the cabin door about to close, she suddenly rushed forward and held the door panel.
"I suddenly feel... rules can be flexible..."
Seeing that Zhao Yihan had actually accepted.
A flash of unwilling panic crossed Chen Jiaxue's face.
She saw Jiang Cheng staring at her, waiting for her answer.
Zhao Yihan's heart beat so fast it almost burst out of her chest.
She knew she was playing with fire.
If Chen Jiaxue weren't here right now and she was alone,
then she would definitely follow Jiang Cheng inside without hesitation.
Setting aside Jiang Cheng's status, just based on his face and physique,
being thrust into a few times wouldn't be a loss at all, right?
Although Zhao Yihan had been searching for an opportunity, longing to completely change her current situation and live a different life,
and she didn't consider herself an extremely conservative girl bound by traditional values,
she still couldn't accept being with Chen Jiaxue for the time being.
"I'll bring the fruit platter over first. It took a long time to prepare, and Miss Qiu is still waiting."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng's gaze swept over Zhao Yihan's body.
Without saying a word, he directly put his arm around Chen Jiaxue and walked into the room.
The moment the cabin door slowly closed, Chen Jiaxue immediately clung to him like a cat.
"Young Master Jiang..." Her delicate voice carried a hint of grievance.
Lightly biting her lower lip, her fingertips trembled slightly as she unfastened the first pearl button on her uniform.
After unfastening it, Chen Jiaxue slowly knelt down.
With her knees on the soft carpet, she looked up at Jiang Cheng, her eyes glistening with moisture.
Like morning dew on a lotus leaf, crystal clear and pitiable.
"Do you... prefer someone like Sister Yihan?"
Chen Jiaxue's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet it seemed to carry a trace of resentment and grievance.
Jiang Cheng ran his fingers through her hair, his lips curling up slightly as he asked with a half-smile, "Jealous?"
Chen Jiaxue's throat couldn't help but bob.
Her lips parted slightly as if to say something, but she instantly closed them.
She was indeed very jealous.
She knew her advantages all too well.
As the youngest Purser at China Southern Airlines, she not only had excellent professional skills but also a charming appearance.
Her uniform skirt was always tailored two inches shorter than the others to better showcase her long, beautiful legs.
Even her silk scarf was tied more loosely than the other Flight Attendants, revealing a different kind of sexiness.
But these little tricks seemed so laughable in front of that big-breasted woman, Zhao Yihan.
Recalling the way Jiang Cheng looked at Zhao Yihan just now, it was a gaze full of desire and appreciation.
Given how Jiang Cheng looked at her earlier, even if she won him over this time, there was no guarantee he wouldn't choose her again next time.
After all, Zhao Yihan's vixen-like figure was truly too enticing.
If Jiang Cheng really got his hands on Zhao Yihan, she might just be out of a job in the future.
Thinking of this, Chen Jiaxue's mood grew increasingly heavy.
"I..." Chen Jiaxue's throat bobbed.
With that thought, Chen Jiaxue suddenly grabbed Jiang Cheng's belt buckle.
The sound of her nails scraping against the metal buckle made her tremble.
She said pleasingly, "How would I dare~"
Looking down from Jiang Cheng's perspective,
her curvy body was quite a sight to behold.
The champagne-colored uniform skirt was rolled up to her upper thighs.
Before even starting to drink, Chen Jiaxue already seemed a bit tipsy.
Her cheeks were flushed as she looked at him with blurred eyes.
"I just feel... it's too hard for one person to serve you."
Seeing Chen Jiaxue like this, Jiang Cheng no longer had any thoughts of looking for Zhao Yihan.
His heart and eyes were only focused on quickly stuffing the wine bottle into Chen Jiaxue's mouth and filling her up.
Her fingertips brushed against the edge of the CK brand Jiang Cheng was wearing.
She very skillfully grasped the mouth of the bottle.
Then she continued, "How about I... call Sister Yihan in? With an extra person... the service might be even more thorough."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng's eyes darkened.
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he reached out and pressed down on Chen Jiaxue's head.
He helped her adjust the rhythm... Meanwhile, Qiu Yihe was sitting quietly by the window.
The cabin lights were soft, reflecting her slightly furrowed brows.
Her fingertips unconsciously stirred the pearl milk tea in her cup.
Looking at the floating milk foam, her thoughts had already drifted toward the lounge.
Earlier, when Chen Jiaxue walked into the lounge, Qiu Yihe had noticed.
It had been nearly half an hour since Chen Jiaxue entered the rest cabin, but she still hadn't come out.
Just as Qiu Yihe was immersed in her thoughts, a soft voice suddenly sounded in her ear.
"Miss Qiu, would you like some more milk tea?"
Qiu Yihe snapped back to her senses and looked up to see Zhao Yihan standing aside with a silver tray.
"No thanks," Qiu Yihe replied politely.
Then, remembering something, she asked, "By the way, where is Miss Chen? The milk tea she made is delicious; I wanted to ask her for the specific recipe."
Hearing this, the standard Flight Attendant smile on Zhao Yihan's face suddenly froze for a moment.
Chen Jiaxue, you're probably drinking so much you're dizzy and don't know which way is up right now.
Qiu Yihe was the woman Jiang Cheng had brought along.
Although Zhao Yihan wasn't clear about the exact relationship between Qiu Yihe and Jiang Cheng, she hated Chen Jiaxue to the core.
She really wanted to use Qiu Yihe's hand to give that bitch Chen Jiaxue a harsh lesson.
However, she also knew clearly that she had already made Jiang Cheng dissatisfied with her just now.
If she caused Jiang Cheng any unnecessary trouble because of a few words,
her career might truly come to an end.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yihan immediately didn't dare to casually mention these things in front of Qiu Yihe.
She quickly adjusted her expression.
Letting that momentary freeze vanish without a trace, she answered solemnly, "Jiaxue is giving Young Master Jiang an aromatherapy massage. It might take a bit more time."
"Aromatherapy massage?"
Hearing this, Qiu Yihe's heart suddenly raced, and a certain ridiculous suspicion surfaced in her mind again.
Certain images involuntarily popped into her head.
Dim lights, rising steam, Chen Jiaxue's slender fingers slowly wandering over Jiang Cheng's back... improper images entered her mind.
Qiu Yihe quickly shook her head, trying to drive away these messy thoughts.
"Yes, Young Master Jiang has been under a lot of work pressure lately. Jiaxue specifically learned essential oil massage, and now she's pushing back and forth on his back."
In reality, it was exactly as Zhao Yihan had said.
Chen Jiaxue was currently taking the initiative to push back and forth.
Although her muscles were a bit sore, she didn't dare to stop.
She gritted her teeth and persisted.
For a while, she was in a horse stance, pushing back and forth...