Sitting in first class, Cold Xiaoyao slumped in her seat like a wilted eggplant, her face pale, eyes tightly shut, completely lacking her usual vibrancy and energy.
Han Chenyu, who had been working on his laptop, suddenly felt something was off. The woman beside him hadn't spoken or moved at all, which was a stark contrast to her usual chattiness and exuberance at home.
He glanced over at Cold Xiaoyao's seat and realized she looked unwell, her lips tightly pursed, curled up in her chair.
"Hey, are you playing sick?"
He shook her gently, but there was no response. Could she really be ill?
"Cold Xiaoyao, what's wrong?"
Han Chenyu patted her cheek anxiously, his voice filled with concern.
Cold Xiaoyao managed to crack open her eyes slightly before weakly closing them again.
"Xiaoyao, what's going on?"
Han Chenyu was starting to panic. She had been fine before boarding; how had she become so sick so quickly?
"I... I get motion sickness," she managed to say, struggling to form the words as her head spun, making her too dizzy to move.
This fearless girl was actually experiencing motion sickness? Hearing that it was nothing serious eased Han Chenyu's worries. He called the flight attendant over and asked for motion sickness medicine, which he then helped her take. He gently placed her head on his lap and draped a light blanket over her. Perhaps he didn't even realize how considerate he was being or how focused his gaze was on her.
"Wow, you're so sweet to your wife! What a good husband!"
A female passenger across the aisle watched the scene with envy, thinking how lucky Cold Xiaoyao was. If her husband were even half as caring, she'd be satisfied.
Han Chenyu simply smiled and replied, "She is my wife."
That's right—regardless of the reasons behind their marriage, once they had tied the knot, she was now his wife, and they even had a marriage certificate.
Meanwhile, Cold Xiaoyao remained oblivious to everything. She couldn't even move a finger; her head was spinning, and all she felt was something being fed to her and her head resting on something soft, before drifting into a deep sleep.
When she finally woke up, she realized that flying wasn't as uncomfortable as it used to be. In the past, she would have felt like throwing up; this time, she remembered someone had fed her something and placed her head on a very soft surface.
As she opened her eyes, she met Han Chenyu's focused gaze. Her cheeks flushed as she wondered why he was looking at her so tenderly, as if she were some rare treasure.
Turning her gaze away, Cold Xiaoyao noticed something odd—what she thought was a soft cushion was actually Han Chenyu's thigh! She remembered someone had moved her head there; could it have been him? Would he actually be so kind? Cold Xiaoyao sprang upright.
"Did you... put my head on your lap?"
"It was you who climbed up here," Han Chenyu replied, shifting his leg slightly, careful not to wake her. He had been so still that his legs were now numb.
"Really?"
Hearing his answer, Cold Xiaoyao felt an unexpected wave of disappointment; she had thought he was genuinely caring. So, it turned out she had just been imagining things.
"Miss, your husband is really great! Not only did he feed you medicine, but he also let you rest on his lap and even covered you with a blanket. He's the perfect husband!"
While Han Chenyu kept quiet, the female passenger across from them didn't want Cold Xiaoyao to be unaware of everything he had done. She quickly chimed in.
"Is that so?"
When Cold Xiaoyao heard that, her earlier disappointment vanished in an instant. So, he had done so much for her after all! But why hadn't he said anything?
Just as she was about to ask him, she noticed a hint of redness creeping onto his cheeks. Huh? The older man could blush? Was he shy? This realization made Cold Xiaoyao feel that he was just a bit more endearing.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to land at the Maldives airport. Thank you for flying with us, and we wish you a pleasant journey!"
The flight attendant's clear and soothing voice echoed through the cabin. Han Chenyu ignored Cold Xiaoyao's grateful, inquisitive gaze and feigned calmness as he said, "Hurry up! Get ready to disembark, or I might just leave you here!"
With that, he hurried off the plane, annoyed. What was with that attendant? She didn't need to say all that; it sounded like he cared about Cold Xiaoyao or something.
Did he care?
Cold Xiaoyao felt revitalized, following him closely. After her nap, she was full of energy, but she was a bit hungry.
"Han, what are we going to eat?"
Cold Xiaoyao stepped up beside Han Chenyu and even took the initiative to hold his hand.
"This is to repay you for taking care of me on the plane."
Noticing Han Chenyu's gaze on their joined hands, Cold Xiaoyao patiently explained.
Han Chenyu didn't say anything, but he tightened his grip, leading her toward the hotel.