The plane flew back to China, a journey that would take more than ten hours.

Most of the passengers on this flight were Chinese citizens, and they all looked joyful as they returned to their motherland.

The flight attendants pushed a food cart, distributing drinks and snacks.

Approaching Chu Zhiye, the flight attendant smiled brightly, two beautiful dimples appearing at the corners of her mouth: "Sir, what would you like to drink?"

"A glass of water, please."

"Hot or cold? How about I give you a glass of warm water? It's good for your stomach."

Thank you.

The flight attendant poured him a glass of warm water and then pushed the food cart away.

Chu Zhiye sipped the warm water and gazed outside, seemingly lost in thought.

... ...

The flight attendant who had just poured the warm water pushed the food cart backstage.

A colleague said with a smile, "An'an, when did you become so considerate? You even took the initiative to consider the passengers' stomachs. This is not like you."

"Tell me, are you interested in that handsome young man?" another colleague chimed in.

"No way," flight attendant An'an replied. "That handsome young man has our airline's highest VIP card, he's our most distinguished guest, so naturally I should serve him well and not neglect him."

"I think you want to serve me in bed."

"I told you not to talk nonsense."

Several flight attendants were playing and joking around.

... ...

Flight attendant An'an visited Chu Zhiye's seat multiple times to inquire if he needed anything, such as food, drinks, or if the blankets were suitable...

As the plane entered the cruise phase and entered the cloud formation, it experienced a sudden turbulence, as if it were about to crash.

Panic gripped the entire plane.

Flight attendant An'an was also encountering such a situation for the first time. Her breathing became rapid, and fear shone in her eyes as she sensed a life-or-death crisis.

Chu Zhi also supported the other person, saying, "Don't worry, it's just a bumpy ride. Please take a deep breath with me, inhale, exhale..."

As Chu Zhiye breathed, flight attendant An An's breathing also calmed down. The plane passed through the clouds and the flight proceeded normally.

Flight attendant An'an gave her a grateful look: "Thank you."

"It's alright," Chu Zhiye said with a smile. "I don't need anything else, you don't need to take special care of me."

The flight attendant left.

... ...

The plane flew for more than ten hours before finally landing at Shanghai Airport.

Chu Zhi slowly withdrew his gaze and stood up.

Flight attendant An'an came over and said, "Sir, let me help you."

"No need, thank you." He waved his hand, then got out of the car and the plane left.

Flight attendant An'an watched his departing figure, a complex expression appearing in her eyes.

"You like him? If you like him, go after him."

"That's right, that's right, where did that brave and bold An'an go?"

Several colleagues were pushing and shoving each other.

Flight attendant An'an shook her head: "Never mind, I'm not worthy."

"You're the most beautiful flight attendant in our airline, the dream goddess of countless men. How can you say you're not good enough for her?"

Flight attendant An An turned her head: "My beauty is nothing to him."

Several colleagues looked at each other and sighed.

Although they are flight attendants and live a glamorous life, they are also very clear that there is a huge gap between them and the rich.

Especially wealthy people like Chu Zhiye, who are almost extremely gentle and polite to everyone, yet there is an insurmountable cliff between them.

... ...

Chu Zhi also dragged her luggage and slowly walked out of the airport.

He stretched and sighed, "Finally back..."

He had been abroad for four years, able to rent an apartment, find a job, shop, and have friends. He could manage everything independently, but the land of the United States still felt unfamiliar to him, and his mind was adrift, like a rootless duckweed.

Only after setting foot on this land did his heart gradually settle down.

Chu Zhi was also standing outside, waiting for his father to come and pick him up.

Chu Fang had said countless times that, at Zhong Tingyue's request, he would go and take him home.

But after waiting for about ten minutes, there was still no sign of his father.

Chu Zhi had no choice but to call Chu Fang, and a familiar voice came through the phone: "Hello."

"father."

"Hey? Are you salespeople being so polite these days? Calling me 'Dad' right off the bat? Call me that a few more times."

Chu Zhiye: "... ..., I am Chu Zhiye, I have arrived at Shanghai Airport."

"Damn it!" came an angry curse from the other end of the phone.

"Dad, you forgot to pick me up."

Chu Zhiye immediately guessed that his father must have forgotten about picking him up.

"No! I'm on my way. Just wait outside the airport. Don't take a taxi home, or your mom will nag me again."

After hanging up the phone, Chu Zhi sighed helplessly.

Encountering such an exasperated father...

He put his luggage aside, then squatted down to rest, watching people come and go.

"Shanghai is still the same Shanghai, bustling, busy, and prosperous."

Just then, a figure blocked his view, and he looked up.

Before me stood a woman of about twenty, her long hair tied in a ponytail, with a few stray strands falling beside her fair face. Beneath her sword-like eyebrows, her eyes were as sharp as cold stars, and her thin lips were slightly pursed.

She wore a fitted black suit, the sharp padded shoulders highlighting her slender yet powerful figure, the crisp fabric swaying gently with each step. On her feet were seven or eight-centimeter red high heels, the metal buckles gleaming. She exuded a confident and stylish aura, instantly overshadowing everyone around her.

While on the phone, the dashing woman sized up Chu Zhiye and said, "Such a handsome guy is begging? This industry is too corrupt."

Then the sassy woman took out a red banknote from her pocket and threw it next to him: "I'll give you a hundred because of your handsome looks."

"I think you're wasting your good looks. You should become a live streamer; begging online is a much faster way to make money."

Chu Zhi also wanted to explain: "I..."

The spirited woman stopped him from speaking: "Don't be so polite, don't thank me, we are all Chinese."

After she finished speaking, a luxury car stopped in front of them. The door opened, and the dashing woman got in without even glancing at Chu Zhiye before driving away.

Chu Zhi also squatted down on the spot and looked down at the red banknote.

He laughed for no apparent reason.

I was just squatting for a short while, and people mistook me for a beggar.

Chu Zhi also picked up the hundred: "Alright, if I can earn a hundred, it's not a loss to be a beggar once."