Chloe was a bit more open-minded.
After all, she had already misunderstood Jiang Cheng's words on the plane earlier, and even in her misunderstanding, she had mentally agreed to certain conditions she thought he meant.
Seeing the excellent view from the suite, she couldn't wait to kick off her high heels.
Barefoot on the soft carpet, she walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the night scenery outside, and whispered softly in French: "C'est magnifique."
Watching her run lightly, her golden hair slightly lifting as she jogged, accompanied by that exotic French lilt, Jiang Cheng's gaze couldn't help but fix on her.
Her silhouette was reflected in the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Chloe stood barefoot by the window, the warm yellow indoor light casting from behind her, gilding her golden hair with a soft halo.
She tilted her head slightly, looking at the night view outside, the lines of her profile smooth and delicate, her eyelashes casting a small shadow on her eyelids.
In that instant, Jiang Cheng suddenly recalled a scene from *The Lord of the Rings*.
The elf princess Arwen standing in the woods of Rivendell, sunlight filtering through the leaves onto her hair, the golden light seeming to come from another world.
She turned slightly, glancing back over her shoulder, that beauty not of this world making one feel as if she might vanish into the depths of the forest the next second.
The Chloe before him gave that exact feeling.
Not the kind of meticulously posed, retouched beauty, but a natural, breathtaking beauty tinged with a sense of aloofness.
Golden hair, fair skin, blue-grey eyes, and that uniquely French feminine languor.
She stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, with the myriad lights of Taikoo Li behind her, yet it was as if she stood at the entrance to a forest in some fairy-tale world.
The kind that might disappear at any moment.
Damn. Isn't this the feeling of falling in love?
Jiang Cheng quickly walked over and gently wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. The sensation in his embrace was real, warm, and carried a faint scent of perfume. Not an elf. His.
Chloe turned her head to look at him, a smile in her blue-grey eyes: "With you, I like anywhere." Jiang Cheng lowered his head and whispered by her ear: "That's good."
He still used English, his voice low and tinged with a hint of laughter, then he turned his face and pressed it against Chloe's cheek.
Receiving the signal, Chloe very proactively brought her lips to Jiang Cheng's mouth.
Seeing the two of them being intimate by the glass window, Chen Jiaxue and Zhao Yihan, who had just walked in, were completely stunned.
The two stood in the center of the living room, watching this scene. They glanced at each other, neither speaking.
But that subtle feeling in their hearts had already quietly surfaced.
Earlier at the airport, when that woman named An Xin appeared, they were comrades-in-arms, sharing the same plight.
Now An Xin was gone, leaving only Chloe.
This French woman looked exactly like an elf who had stepped out of a movie.
Too beautiful to be real.
Chen Jiaxue pursed her lips and gently tugged Zhao Yihan's sleeve.
Zhao Yihan understood. The two tacitly held each other's hands.
It was true they weren't as beautiful as Chloe.
But they had the advantage in numbers, right?
Although both felt a bit stifled, their happy hormones stimulated by the passionate kiss between Jiang Cheng and Chloe.
Yet they both tacitly did not leave.
A few minutes later, just as Jiang Cheng was thinking of going to freshen up first, he remembered Chen Jiaxue and Zhao Yihan were still in the room. He turned to look and saw the two standing in the center of the living room, like two little deer who had wandered into a wonderland, looking around, wanting to touch things but not daring to.
"What are you standing there for?" Jiang Cheng released Chloe, walked over, and put his arms around the two women, one on each side. He lifted his chin, gesturing upstairs: "There are plenty of rooms, pick whichever you like. There should be four bedrooms here, see which one you prefer."
Held by Jiang Cheng, Chen Jiaxue and Zhao Yihan exchanged a glance and immediately seized the opportunity, their bodies going soft as they gently leaned into Jiang Cheng's embrace.
"President Jiang," Zhao Yihan spoke first, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Jiang Cheng, "Jiaxue and I can share a room." Chen Jiaxue immediately chimed in: "Right, right! We're very close. We can share the same blanket, even use the same toothbrush! So sharing a room is fine, no trouble at all!"
After saying this, she even blinked at Jiang Cheng.
Damn. Although he had just been awestruck by Chloe's elven beauty, at this moment, with two Girls in Flight Attendant uniforms pressed against him, the feeling was a completely different vibe.
If Chloe was an elf princess who stepped out of *The Lord of the Rings*, then Chen Jiaxue and Zhao Yihan were like those American high school cheerleading captains from *The Fast and the Furious*.
They didn't have that unattainable, ethereal aura, but they had tangible, steaming-hot, within-reach, vivid allure.
The dark blue Flight Attendant uniforms outlined their curvy figures, the small scarves tied at their collars swaying slightly with their breath.
Their skirts ended an inch above the knees, hugging their straight, slender legs, the black stockings shimmering faintly under the light.
The two deliberately pressed against him, one on each side, their bodies soft as if boneless, gently rubbing against him.
Especially the buxom Zhao Yihan.
When she spoke, her body leaned forward ever so slightly.
The collar of her uniform was right in his line of sight. The white shirt inside was buttoned up tightly, but the more it was like that, the more it made one want to...
Although Chen Jiaxue wasn't as voluptuous, her subtle friction, paired with her blinking, still carried a very... promising flavor.
Jiang Cheng suddenly recalled a phrase—isn't this just the warmth of the mortal world?
Jiang Cheng looked down at them.
The meaning in these two women's eyes, he understood at a glance.
This... Jiang Cheng still remembered last time, he had to use the Boundless Feeding skill before the two women cooperated fully throughout the entire 'meal'.
Had they already realized the benefits of sharing after just one 'feeding'?
Isn't this a bit too easy to handle?
The corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth lifted slightly.
These two Girls were quite clever.
Knowing Chloe was present, and knowing the competition was fierce, they simply banded together for warmth, using'sisterly affection' to vie for more opportunities to be close.
To be honest, he had just been contemplating how to use that kind of 'retreat to advance' card.
Although these two Girls already had experience advancing side by side, this card was unconventional after all, not something every Girl could accept.
But now that they were being so proactive, it was actually a good start...
Thinking of this, the corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth instantly curved upwards.
"There are plenty of rooms, no need to squeeze." Jiang Cheng looked down at them. "But since you want to stay together, suit yourselves. Or... the three of us could squeeze in together too."
Hearing Jiang Cheng say this, the smiles on Chen Jiaxue and Zhao Yihan's faces instantly widened.
"Young Master Jiang, don't worry. Tonight, we'll sleep on either side of you, we'll be good, definitely won't make you feel crowded..."
"That's right, neither of us is heavy. A two-meter bed in a hotel like this is big enough for the three of us..."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng casually teased: "What kind of talk is that? If it's not a bit crowded, how can it be comfortable..."
"Ah, Young Master Jiang, you're so naughty..."
"Exactly, then later don't say it's too tight..."
Seeing the two women chattering and flirting around Jiang Cheng, Chloe, standing by the window, immediately frowned.
Although from the moment she decided to follow Jiang Cheng, she knew this man didn't belong to her alone.
But now, seeing the look in Jiang Cheng's eyes as he gazed at those two Flight Attendants—filled with amusement, doting, and a warmth unfamiliar to her.
That warmth, just moments ago by the floor-to-ceiling window, still belonged to her.
But now, it didn't.
Chloe's fingers unconsciously tightened on her skirt.
She didn't understand Chinese and didn't know what they were saying to Jiang Cheng, but she knew it must be words meant to curry favor and compete for his attention.
This much, she could guess just from the coquettish smiles on their faces and their clingy, adoring looks.