Kneeling to one side, pushing back and forth.
Zhao Yihan's voice sounded extremely calm, as if there were no ripples of emotion at all.
Her expression was as natural as usual, and she was even methodically organizing the tableware on the dining cart, making it impossible to see anything unusual.
However, for some reason, Qiu Yihe felt as though a subtle feeling was hidden in Zhao Yihan's tone.
Was she really just overthinking it?
Qiu Yihe gave a forced laugh, lowered her head to take a sip of milk tea, and said casually, "You guys are even responsible for this kind of service? It's really not easy."
Zhao Yihan explained softly, "This is a new high-end service launched by China Southern Airlines, specifically provided for VIP customers on long-haul flights. It mainly uses professional massage techniques to relieve shoulder and neck fatigue caused during the flight. Would you like to experience it? If you need it, I can serve you as well."
After she finished speaking, a series of "beep beep beep" sounds suddenly rang out.
Looking down at the pager on her waist, the expression on Zhao Yihan's face instantly underwent a subtle change.
Her legs even felt a bit weak for a moment.
Calling her all of a sudden—what did this mean?
Seeing Qiu Yihe staring at her suspiciously, Zhao Yihan quickly adjusted her emotions.
A professional smile reappeared on her face as she spoke, "I'm sorry, Miss Qiu. Young Master Jiang and the others are calling for me. I need to head over there first."
"Is something the matter??"
Zhao Yihan didn't know how to answer that question.
She paused for a moment and then continued, "They might need help adjusting the massage chair or a change of hot towels." She said this nonchalantly, as if it were just a trivial matter.
Just as she finished speaking, the pager on her waist suddenly rang again.
Noticing that Qiu Yihe's gaze was fixed on the pager at her waist, her heart rate couldn't help but quicken a few beats.
To make herself seem more natural, Zhao Yihan braced herself and answered the pager.
"What's wrong? I'm in the cabin right now." Her voice was somewhat low, as she tried her best to hide her inner unease.
Hearing Zhao Yihan's reminder, Chen Jiaxue on the other end of the pager immediately bit her lower lip hard.
She tried hard to calm her emotions.
She stopped her pushing motions.
Adjusting her breathing, she said, "Sister Yihan, can you help me bring in the massage essential oils? Also, bring in a hot towel while you're at it. Sorry to trouble you; I'm almost finished here... ah..."
For some reason, Chen Jiaxue couldn't help but let out two cries.
Hearing these sounds, Zhao Yihan's face turned red, her breath hitched, and she froze in place.
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant.
"As expected... they really are..."
"That bitch Chen Jiaxue! She actually dares to..."
"Wait, if that's the case, calling me in through the pager now... what does it mean?"
"Could it be... Young Master Jiang wants to..."
Or was Chen Jiaxue deliberately provoking her??
Seeing Qiu Yihe's eyes widen slightly as she stared at the pager.
Zhao Yihan braced herself and asked, "What's wrong with you??"
"No... ah, it's nothing. I've just been massaging for too long and my finger suddenly cramped. It hurts a bit, ahhh!!"
When Wang Sheng and the other Bodyguards nearby heard these words.
Their movements were almost synchronized.
They silently reached into their pockets, took out their earphones, and quickly plugged them into their ears.
Then, as if nothing had happened, they began quietly listening to the music playing on their phones.
In stark contrast to the others' composure, Zhao Yihan's heart felt as if it had been swept by a storm, in complete disarray.
Suppressing this unease, she tried to keep her expression calm and even forced a smile, dutifully feigning an air of indifference.
"Okay, I understand. You must be tired after massaging for so long, right? I'll go in and take over for you now. It just so happens Miss Qiu is looking for you; she wants to ask you about the milk tea."
After saying this, she hung up without hesitation, not even giving the other party a chance to respond.
After hanging up, Zhao Yihan immediately turned to look at Qiu Yihe.
The smile on her face became a bit stiff as she said hurriedly, "Then I'll head over to help first. I'll have Jiaxue come over to serve you in a moment."
Hearing this, Qiu Yihe breathed a small sigh of relief.
She had actually let her mind wander at those two moans from Chen Jiaxue.
But Zhao Yihan's expression was simply too normal.
So much so that she felt she had probably watched too many melodramatic dramas lately.
Which led her to imagine such strange scenarios.
When they boarded the plane earlier, according to Zhao Yihan's introduction.
Unlike Chen Jiaxue, this was Zhao Yihan's first time serving Jiang Cheng.
If Chen Jiaxue and Jiang Cheng really had some other kind of relationship.
Then they should be doing their business privately behind closed doors.
Why would she call her in so brazenly?
Carrying the tray, Zhao Yihan left the dining area with somewhat staggering steps.
Now, she stood before the door.
Her fingertips trembled slightly, and it seemed she barely had the strength left to even grip the doorknob.
Those few suppressed gasps from Chen Jiaxue over the pager—how could she not know what they meant?
This was clearly deliberate on Chen Jiaxue's part, a provocation directed at her.
That bitch was actually so arrogant.
Zhao Yihan took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently.
She naturally knew what would happen once she went inside.
But as it happened, she couldn't refuse.
"...What am I hesitating for?" She curled her lips in self-deprecation.
From the moment she stepped onto this plane, she knew her opportunity had come.
A man like Jiang Cheng would never lack women by his side.
Either seize the opportunity or be eliminated.
Zhao Yihan took a deep breath and tried her best to calm down.
She looked down at the tray in her hands.
On it lay a bottle of massage essential oil and a hot towel.
Biting her lower lip, she finally raised her hand and knocked softly on the door.
"Young Master Jiang, it's me, Yihan." Zhao Yihan said softly at the door.
"I've brought the essential oil and the towel."
Jiang Cheng's deep voice came from inside: "Come in."
Zhao Yihan took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open.
As soon as the door opened, a warm and moist fragrance wafted over, catching her somewhat off guard.
This scent, mixed with the fragrance of essential oils and a certain more ambiguous aura, made one's heart race uncontrollably.
Zhao Yihan's gaze subconsciously swept toward the center of the room; however, when she saw the scene before her, her pupils suddenly constricted.
Jiang Cheng was leaning halfway back in the massage chair, his shirt collar open, revealing a well-defined chest with muscles faintly visible. His arms were lazily draped over the armrests, making him look both relaxed and somewhat languid.
And Chen Jiaxue... was kneeling by the massage bed, her champagne-colored uniform wide open, pearl buttons scattered all over the floor.
Her long hair was messily stuck to her face.
Her cheeks were flushed with an unnatural color.
Her lipstick had long since smudged.
There was even a glistening sheen on her lips.
As for that stuff, Zhao Yihan knew what it was at a single glance.