Private Jet

Jiang Lin's hands were empty, and there was no sign of Shen Liu's luggage. In other words, they shared the same suitcase.

Even if she had left angrily, it didn't affect his "intimacy" with Shen Liu.

"Is everything packed? Are you hungry? Let me take you out for a meal," Jiang Lin walked up to her, reached out and tousled her hair, and softly asked.

She didn't dodge and awkwardly replied, "I'm not hungry. Let's go directly to the airport. I promised Xiaoran to bring some local specialties for her."

"What delicious local specialties are there?" Jiang Lin said but realized he wasn't polite enough, so he immediately changed his words, "But yak meat is pretty good. When we arrive at the airport, I'll accompany you to choose some top-quality ones."

Bai Pu didn't want to waste energy arguing with him. Whatever he said, she would comply with. Because when they were together before, she had always endlessly accommodated him. So now, no matter how she went along with him, he wouldn't notice anything unusual.

After packing their luggage and checking out, they ran into Song Li on their way downstairs.

Song Li no longer had the drunken look from last night and greeted Bai Pu with high spirits.

Jiang Lin asked, "Why are you here?"

Song Li smiled and replied, "Brother Lu had something come up suddenly, so I came to pack his luggage for him. You're also taking the 2 pm flight, right? What a coincidence, I am too. You go ahead, and I'll find you when I arrive."

Jiang Lin held the suitcase with one hand and held Bai Pu's hand with the other. "Okay."

Song Li didn't notice Shen Liu behind them and only looked at the two of them holding hands, looking affectionate. He remembered back in high school when Jiang Lin had several girlfriends. They were considered early lovers and more progressive-minded students of their time.

But now, Jiang Lin had been completely tamed by Bai Pu, like a lovesick fool.

It was nice. He also wanted a girlfriend like that, someone who could make him willingly and wholeheartedly devoted.

Unfortunately, since he came here, he hadn't even touched a woman's hand. Jiang Lin probably didn't even know that he was still a solo player.

...

Bai Pu and the others arrived at the airport more than two hours in advance. To avoid excessive interaction with Shen Liu, she used the excuse of not having enough rest and took a nap in the VIP lounge's massage chair.

Shen Liu asked her if she wanted water or fruit from time to time, but she didn't open her eyes and shook her head in refusal.

Shen Liu had to sit down next to her. "Since you plan to reconcile with Jiang Lin, there's no need to avoid me. He is my only relative in this world, and I want him to be well more than anyone else. I will fulfill the promise I made to you. If you two get married in the future, you should also call me 'Mom.'"

Bai Pu didn't respond.

Shen Liu was obviously trying to please her on the surface but secretly finding ways to compete with her. Although she had been working for three or four years, everyone knew about her family background, so no one revealed their true selves to her.

So Shen Liu was probably the most hypocritical person she had ever met.

Of course, Jiang Lin was not inferior in the slightest.

After about half an hour, Jiang Lin returned after buying local specialties and happened to run into Song Li. He brought Song Li over to where they were sitting.

It was the first time Song Li saw Shen Liu, and his eyes widened, "Is this beautiful sister with you guys?"

Jiang Lin glared at him, "Who are you calling sister? This is my mom!"

Song Li smacked his own mouth, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Auntie looks too young. I was wondering how the three of you get along so harmoniously."

Shen Liu instinctively glanced at Bai Pu, who didn't say anything but stopped pretending to sleep. She politely got up and took the local specialties from Jiang Lin's hands.

Jiang Lin touched his nose and changed the subject, "What about little uncle? Didn't he come back too? Why isn't he with you?"

Upon hearing the words "little uncle," Bai Pu subconsciously perked up her ears.

Song Li's gaze was still on Shen Liu's waist, "He didn't take a commercial flight. He has a private jet."

Bai Pu, "???"

Jiang Lin remained calm, "Did he pilot it himself?"

Only then did Song Li withdraw his gaze and look at Jiang Lin and Bai Pu, "Probably not. He has a waist injury and can't pilot it. I heard that someone chartered a plane to pick him up."

Jiang Lin didn't ask further, fell silent for a moment, and then spoke again, "You know what, my little uncle has been doing pretty well. I regret not coming with you to seek refuge with him."

Song Li handed him a cigarette and teased, "You're doing well too. You've started your own company, and you have a wife. I heard Bai Pu's family is quite wealthy."

Bai Pu was still immersed in Song Li's mention of "his waist injury." Was this "he" referring to Lu Zhaohe? He didn't look like he had a waist injury at all.