Chapter 142: What's Needed

After a day passed, Wednesday finally arrived, and Yang Chen reluctantly welcomed the day of his business trip.

Early in the morning, during breakfast, Lin Ruoxi spoke a few rare words, mainly about the work matters after his arrival there. As for any pleasantries like "take care" or "wish you success," this woman still couldn't bring herself to say them.

Arrangements made by Lin Ruoxi's secretary Wu Yue had the flight scheduled for half past nine in the morning, arriving in Hong Kong just in time for lunch, where they would be received by the Hong Kong-based Mu Yunji Group.

As for Zeng Xinlin, upon learning that Lin Ruoxi wouldn't personally go, it was changed at the last minute to have the Vice President of Changlin Media, Lu Tao, accompany them. Meanwhile, he himself would stay at Zhonghai, waiting like Lin Ruoxi, for the Mu Yunji Group to come and sign the contract. This change irritated Yang Chen somewhat; this "senior" clearly wanted to challenge him! Where Lin Ruoxi went, he followed. This wasn't a game he wanted to play! Wasn't this like being stuck with chewing gum?!

But Yang Chen wasn't a CEO, and he didn't have the guts to tell Lin Ruoxi he also decided not to go at the last minute. Otherwise, those icy glares from her could freeze a person to death. So, he could only grit his teeth and go along with it.

Some say there are no men who fear their wives, only men who love them. Yang Chen felt this was just a form of self-comfort for men who fear their wives.

After parking the car in the airport parking lot, Yang Chen dragged his small suitcase and made his way to the domestic departure hall.

With excellent transparency, the brightly lit airport hall made it very easy for Yang Chen to find Mo Qianni, who had arrived earlier.

She wore a light pink blouse, a white small suit jacket, and below was a blue and white chiffon skirt. Her fair and slender legs were adorned with red high-heeled sandals. Her long hair, originally reaching her waist, was trimmed slightly, and she wore a pair of light-colored large-framed sunglasses.

Even though half of her pretty face was covered, standing in the rest area, she still attracted the attention of many men. Some women, you only needed to see their temperament to recognize their beauty, which was why Yang Chen could recognize her at a glance.

"Good morning, Minister Mo. Have you had breakfast?" Yang Chen greeted nonchalantly and approached Mo Qianni.

Mo Qianni glanced at him, her expression unreadable behind the sunglasses, and nodded calmly without saying a word.

Yang Chen breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Mo Qianni was just a bit indifferent towards him and didn't mean any harm. It made sense; this trip to Hong Kong was for business, and it wasn't Mo Qianni's style to let personal feelings ruin business.

At this moment, a slightly chubby middle-aged man approached from an inconspicuous corner, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha. He wore a light gray suit with a red tie and extended his hand to Yang Chen. "You must be Mr. Yang. I'm Lu Tao from Changlin Media. Nice to meet you."

Yang Chen simply shook hands with him, "I'm not a plane, so why wait for me?"

Lu Tao was about to say a few polite words but was cut off by Yang Chen. He wasn't angry and said, "Mr. Yang is straightforward. In that case, I won't be polite either. I hope everyone can have a pleasant and successful cooperation in Hong Kong this time."

Mo Qianni watched nearby, frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

Lu Tao brought along a young female assistant, average-looking but with a slim waist. Since there was still some time before they could enter the waiting lounge, the two of them exchanged a few words and then left for another place. As for what they were going to do specifically, only they knew.

Once they left, Mo Qianni suddenly said to Yang Chen in a faint tone, "You shouldn't talk to Lu Tao like that. This time, Changlin Media is a partner. Even if you don't like the people around Zeng Xinlin due to personal reasons, you should maintain courtesy on the surface."

Yang Chen sat in a soft chair and smiled, "Just like how you treat me?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Mo Qianni quickly turned her head away.

"Let me put it this way: I don't care about any cooperation. I just want the Zeng family to leave me alone," Yang Chen said.

"But others do care! This cooperation is related to the future status of Yulei, Changlin, and Mu Yunji Group in the country, and even in the world!" Mo Qianni said discontentedly.

Yang Chen nodded, "Right, you know it, I know it, and Zeng Xinlin knows it even better. So, even if our personal grievances make us repel each other, the overall situation has been set, and it won't change because of our likes or dislikes. I've already confronted the Zengs. Why should I pretend everything is fine? If I were polite to him, they'd think I'm up to something. Right, Miss Mo?"

Mo Qianni remained silent, contemplating Yang Chen's point of view. It seemed reasonable, but she naturally wouldn't admit it, so she just snorted coldly and ignored Yang Chen.

After a quarter of an hour, Lu Tao and his assistant strolled back leisurely. The assistant, with a few pimples on her face, still had a blush, as if she had just sprayed a lot of perfume, the scent particularly strong.

Mo Qianni had seen this kind of thing a lot and didn't pay much attention, just stood a little further away.

Yang Chen approached Lu Tao with a smile, "Director Lu, you're disarming too quickly. If we subtract the time for preparation and organizing, the time you take to fire is no different from a machine gun firing bullets!"

Lu Tao felt a twinge of discomfort but quickly masked it with a smile. Years of experience in the business world had honed his ability to keep a smiling face. Moreover, before they left, Zeng Xinlin had instructed him not to argue with this man named Yang Chen, so he immediately laughed and said, "There are no young people as capable as Mr. Yang. When we get old, we're not as agile."

After chatting for a while, the four of them heard the announcement and proceeded through security to the boarding gate.

Half an hour later, they began boarding. Yang Chen purposely checked Mo Qianni's seat number and found it was indeed next to his. So, he smirked triumphantly at her. Mo Qianni noticed but just bit her lip and didn't say anything.

As it was a business trip for a big company, they had all bought business class tickets, so they bypassed the queue and boarded through the business class aisle.

When they approached the airplane's door, they were greeted by a tall, slender stewardess wearing a deep blue and white-striped uniform, who politely bowed and softly said, "Welcome."

Yang Chen found her voice somewhat familiar. As he got closer and took a careful look, he froze in disbelief.

The beautiful stewardess, who had just been smiling warmly, was also stunned. Her eyes, adorned with long lashes, showed disbelief and a hint of surprise and shyness. With her rosy lips slightly parted and a layer of peach blush on her fair cheeks, she seemed utterly surprised.

"My dear Princess Anxin, are you playing a role-playing game?" Yang Chen couldn't help but laugh bitterly. The stewardess in front of him was Anxin, with whom he had a passionate encounter and a subsequent visit to the police station. Since their parting, he hadn't had any contact with her and assumed she, like many women in his past, would have no further connection with him. But he never expected this wealthy girl to become a flight attendant!

Anxin also snapped out of her daze. Seeing the man who had taken her life's most precious first time, she felt a strange and inexplicable sensation. After they parted ways, she thought she had forgotten about him in a carefree manner. But now, facing him, she suddenly had a strong urge to embrace him tightly. However, considering the situation, she just smiled gracefully and said, "Sir Knight, let's go in first."

Mo Qianni, who was following behind Yang Chen, clearly sensed the ambiguous relationship between the two. Seeing Yang Chen being unusually intimate with another beautiful woman, she felt uncomfortable and snorted coldly, then quickly entered the cabin without looking back.

Lu Tao and his secretary didn't think too much about it. Perhaps in their eyes, all men and women were possible.

Seeing Mo Qianni's strange reaction, Anxin couldn't help but giggle at Yang Chen. "Sir Knight, it seems your princesses are quite a few."

"Her?" Yang Chen smiled wryly, "She's a princess, probably a princess from an enemy country."

There were fewer people in the business class than expected, with only a dozen or so seats occupied besides Yang Chen's group. Since there were multiple flights to Hong Kong, and it was the off-season for travel, it wasn't surprising.

To Yang Chen's surprise, Anxin turned out to be the chief flight attendant. She conducted the safety announcements in both Chinese and English before takeoff, indicating that she wasn't just working casually for fun; she was a professional flight attendant.

After a boring wait of nearly half an hour, the plane finally took off, soaring into the sky.

After noticing that less than half of the business class seats were occupied, Mo Qianni promptly moved to the farthest corner from Yang Chen, making it clear she wanted nothing to do with him. Meanwhile, Lu Tao and his secretary sat in another discreet corner, showing affection and occasionally engaging in some intimate gestures, making the secretary blush continuously, seemingly basking in their "affection."

Not long after, Anxin emerged alone from the galley, pushing a cart and wearing a professional smile as she served drinks to the passengers up front.

When she reached Mo Qianni's seat, Mo Qianni coldly ordered a glass of water and then closed her eyes to sleep. Lu Tao simply shook his hand, indicating he didn't want anything, and continued chatting with his secretary.

Approaching Yang Chen, Anxin asked in a formulaic manner if he needed anything.

Yang Chen remained silent, continuously admiring Anxin's graceful figure wrapped in her stewardess uniform. Memories of their passionate night in the hotel flooded his mind, igniting a sudden urge. Indeed, uniforms had a significant allure.

"Don't stare at me like that; I still have work to do," Anxin blushed, complaining softly.

Yang Chen smiled and reached out to gently hold Anxin's delicate hand. "Isn't your job to serve the passengers? Right now, I don't need a drink; I need you. What should I do?"

Feeling the warmth of his hand, Anxin's heart raced. After their first crazy encounter, she had been suppressing her intense emotions. Although she could control herself well, Yang Chen's sudden appearance unsettled her once again.

With a few ripples in her watery eyes, Anxin leaned down and whispered a few words softly into Yang Chen's ear, her face immediately flushing red as she quickly retreated with the cart back to the galley.

Yang Chen took a sharp breath, even with his vast experiences, he couldn't help but feel excited after hearing what the little enchantress said.