Zhao Yihan's voice carried a suppressed rage, her nails nearly digging into her palms.
Fine, since you want to play so badly, I'll play with you until the end!
Didn't you want to see me make a fool of myself? Then I'll put on a show for you!
Zhao Yihan took a deep breath and suddenly tore off her flight attendant scarf, revealing her slender neck.
"Young Master Jiang," her voice suddenly softened, tinged with a hint of grievance, "Jiaxue is wrong... What pursuers could I possibly have?"
She walked over slowly, her fingers lightly resting on Jiang Cheng's shoulder. As she leaned down, her collar opened slightly, revealing a patch of snowy-white skin.
"I'm just... afraid of not doing well enough and disappointing you."
Her eyes were moist, as if she had suffered a great injustice, yet they still held a hint of stubbornness.
Seeing Zhao Yihan suddenly go on the offensive, Chen Jiaxue was completely stunned.
She hadn't expected Zhao Yihan to pull a move like this!
She subconsciously looked at Jiang Cheng.
Sure enough, now that Zhao Yihan had taken the initiative, Jiang Cheng's gaze instantly changed.
His original coldness was replaced by a trace of interest.
He turned his head, reached out to pinch Zhao Yihan's chin, and laughed low: "Oh? Then tell me, what counts as 'doing well'?"
Zhao Yihan's eyelashes fluttered, her red lips parting slightly: "I don't know, but I... can learn."
Learn? Learn what? To learn from Chen Jiaxue's 'performance' just now, of course!
Chen Jiaxue grew anxious the moment she heard this.
Fortunately, she held the initiative now.
Under the stimulation, the frequency quickened a bit.
This woman was actually turning the tables and stealing her spotlight?!
She immediately threw her arms around Jiang Cheng's neck and said coquettishly, "Young Master Jiang~ Sister Yihan is so inexperienced, she definitely doesn't know how to serve you as well as I do..."
At this point, Zhao Yihan no longer cared about shame.
Her heart was filled with the urge to defeat Chen Jiaxue.
Not to be outdone, she knelt directly on Jiang Cheng's other side.
"Inexperience is better... Doesn't Young Master Jiang like 'unprofessional' ones the most?"
After saying that, Zhao Yihan looked up at Chen Jiaxue.
You're the one who said I'm arrogant? Then I'll show you just how low I can go!
One on the left and one on the right, their eyes locked in a clash, as if invisible sparks were crackling in the air.
Jiang Cheng looked at them and suddenly laughed.
He patted Chen Jiaxue's perky butt, signaling for her to get down.
Take a break.
"Sure," he leaned back lazily, "Then how about you two... teach each other?"
Since they both wanted to compete, they could perform for him together.
Hearing this, both of them froze at the same time.
Chen Jiaxue: "..."
Zhao Yihan: "..."
Teach each other?
Is this man a devil??
They glanced at each other, both seeing shock and humiliation in the other's eyes.
Chen Jiaxue bit her lip, her mind racing with calculations.
She had originally just wanted to see Zhao Yihan truly get kicked out.
She hadn't expected Zhao Yihan to take the initiative now.
The arrow was on the string; if she backed down now, wouldn't she be letting Zhao Yihan get the upper hand? And she'd make Jiang Cheng angry.
No, she absolutely could not admit defeat!
She took a deep breath, forced a smile, and looked at Zhao Yihan: "Sister Yihan... since Young Master Jiang said so, then... shall I teach you?"
Zhao Yihan's fingertips trembled slightly, and she cursed Chen Jiaxue a hundred times in her heart.
This woman was truly insidious.
She was clearly the one who provoked first, and now she wanted to act like the good person?
But Jiang Cheng was looking at her with a half-smile, those deep eyes seeming to see right through her hesitation.
She couldn't back down.
Zhao Yihan suddenly curled her red lips and reached out to rest her hand on Chen Jiaxue's shoulder: "Sure, then Sister Jiaxue... you must 'teach' me well."
Her fingertips lightly brushed across Chen Jiaxue's collarbone. The movement was gentle, yet carried an obvious provocation.
Chen Jiaxue stiffened all over, nearly jumping.
This was blatant provocation!
But Jiang Cheng's gaze made it so neither of them dared to act rashly.
The air froze for a few seconds.
The corner of Chen Jiaxue's mouth curled as she struck first, reaching out to unbutton Zhao Yihan's uniform.
This action caused Zhao Yihan's face to flush instantly.
Suppressing the urge to swat her away, she also refused to be outdone and placed her hand on Chen Jiaxue's collar.
Their movements were as stiff as if they were defusing a bomb, completely lacking the ease they had when competing for favor just moments ago.
Jiang Cheng leaned back on the sofa, watching them with interest: "What's wrong? Weren't you both very proactive just now? If you're this slow, the plane will have already arrived at the station."
Chen Jiaxue: "..."
Zhao Yihan: "..."
...Forty minutes later, Chen Jiaxue saw Zhao Yihan walking into the galley with an unusual gait.
Although her expression was somewhat unhappy, she didn't say anything.
They looked at each other, speechless for a moment.
They just silently walked to the counter and began tidying things up.
For a while, the entire galley was filled with an awkward silence; neither of them took the initiative to break the quiet.
After a while, Chen Jiaxue finally couldn't help herself. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "...Don't tell anyone about what just happened."
Hearing this, the corners of Zhao Yihan's mouth curled up slightly into a cold sneer: "Do you think I want to talk about it?"
The two fell back into silence, neither willing to say another word.
Finally, it was Chen Jiaxue who broke the stalemate.
She sighed softly and then handed a few wet wipes to Zhao Yihan: "Wipe yourself again. I can already smell it."
Hearing this, Zhao Yihan's face immediately flushed red.
She lowered her head unnaturally and sniffed her chest.
She then turned around, tucked the wet wipes into her cleavage, and began wiping.
The plane was about to land, so she didn't have time to take a shower.
They had fought for so long, and in the end, neither had gained anything; instead, they had been played by Jiang Cheng.
Zhao Yihan rubbed her temples: "From now on... let's each rely on our own abilities."
Chen Jiaxue curled her lip: "Fine, you definitely won't be able to beat me anyway."
Zhao Yihan widened her eyes and said disdainfully: "Want to try? You smelled it too; don't you know who Young Master Jiang is most interested in?"
"Tch, as if you're the only one with that stuff on you. I had one more time than you did..."
"You..."
Just as the atmosphere reached its peak of awkwardness, the plane's announcement began to sound.
"The plane is about to land. All passengers, please prepare."
The two glared at each other, then quickly tidied their appearance.