After Fu Nanli hung up the phone and returned to the conference table, Captain Cheng clapped his hands together and said, "That's all for today's meeting. Let's board the plane and complete the routine inspection."
Everyone picked up their own luggage in an orderly fashion and took the staff passageway up the plane.
…
In accordance with the usual procedures, Wen Qiao collected her ticket and checked in her baggage, then entered the VIP waiting hall. Fu Nanli had booked her a seat in business class.
All throughout, she was accompanied by a bodyguard. It was as though he feared she would attempt to flee halfway through or something.
At four in the afternoon, Wen Qiao went to stand at the French windows as instructed. Gazing ahead through the lens of the monocular, she found a Dongchuan Airlines aircraft with the number D1005, and also a tall man walking down the ramp in his captain's uniform.
And he seemed to be casting a glance over in her direction. Wen Qiao waved at him. But she also knew that with such a great distance between them he surely wouldn't be able to see her.
When Fu Nanli was working, he didn't at all have the foppish aura of a rich second-generation heir. He was very serious, highly professional, and he didn't abuse his power to get benefits for his girlfriend. If she wanted to look at him, she could only do so via a monocular from 400 meters away.
To be honest, Wen Qiao felt that it was rare and commendable that he wasn't tainted with the vices usually associated with the rich second-generation heirs. At the same time, he exuded a vibrant yet lonely vibe.
After the stringent inspection ended, an announcement broadcasted a reminder for the passengers to board the plane. The bodyguard escorted her all the way to the boarding gate and watched as she went in, before finally leaving.
Wen Qiao was speechless.
Did he really lack that much confidence in her?
In her haste, she had left the house dressed in a T-shirt and pleated skirt, which exposed her long and slender legs. The minute she entered the plane, the cold air caused her to shiver instantly.
After locating her seat and sitting down, she gazed around. Behind, it was the air stewardesses' meal room and not far in front of it was the cockpit. Right now, Fu Nanli must be seated in the cockpit in his captain's uniform, looking dashing as always.
Feeling the chill, Wen Qiao felt goosebumps rising all over her. She politely called out to an air stewardess walking past her. "Hello, can you please give me a blanket?"
At the sight of Wen Qiao, He Qian's heart skipped a beat and her mind went blank.
This was the first day that Fu Nanli returned to work, and she was taking the same flight. Did Fu Nanli ask her to come?
Momentarily, the trained expression on He Qian's face collapsed slightly.
"Can you please give me a blanket?" Wen Qiao repeated her question.
Only then did He Qian resume her usual countenance, revealing a perfunctory smile. "My apologies, dear passenger. The blankets have been fully distributed. There are no more at the moment."
Wen Qiao rubbed her arms. "Ah? No more?"
"Yes, my apologies."
Wen Qiao paused slightly. Even a passenger in the business class cabin can't get a blanket? Fu Nanli sure didn't get his money's worth considering how much he paid for this expensive flight ticket.
Would she be frozen over this ten-hour journey?
Taking another look, this air stewardess appeared familiar… Wasn't she one of those ones who had visited Fu Nanli at his ward?
Hmm… Could she be… a rival in love?
Was this her love rival making things difficult for her?
Captain Fu, with so many admirers, your girlfriend sure faces a hidden trap every step of the way.
Zhao Yuan, who had heard the commotion, came over. A little surprised to see that it was Wen Qiao, she smiled and asked, "How may I help you?"
"I would like a blanket. The air-con in your plane is too cold, and I'm feeling rather chilly. But she told me there's no more," Wen Qiao said in an aggrieved tone.
Zhao Yuan smiled and said, "Please hold on a minute while I retrieve one for you."
After pulling He Qian into the meal room, the smile on her face disappeared in an instant. "Clearly there are still blankets. Why did you tell the passenger that there are none left?"
He Qian's eyes were red. "I don't like her."
Zhao Yuan was so angry that she clenched her teeth. "Firstly, she's a passenger, an esteemed customer of our Dongchuan Airlines. Secondary to that, she is also the captain's girlfriend. As a crew member of Dongchuan Airlines, how can you be so unprofessional as to deceive your customer?"