Around 5:30, the dark blue sky seemed to have been punched through, letting in a sliver of dawn light.

Pei Sui woke up first, tiptoed out of bed to wash up, and then changed into a more casual short-sleeved shirt and straight-leg pants before going to the kitchen to get busy.

I left home early today, partly to avoid getting stuck in traffic and missing my flight during rush hour, so breakfast wasn't as complicated as usual.

He cooked two bowls of noodles, each with two poached eggs, and also squeezed two glasses of juice and fried two QQ sausages.

He had just finished washing up when Meng Sheng came out of the room, carrying a chubby miniature cat.

Pei Sui's usually cold eyes were now unusually warm. "Awake?"

Meng Sheng gave a lazy "hmm". She hadn't slept well last night, and she didn't know if it was because she had been thinking about it during the day, but she had a dream that her plane crashed.

I also dreamt of Gu Ci for no apparent reason. I saw Gu Ci standing in front of a tombstone. The tomb was quite grand, but I didn't know what Gu Ci was saying to the tombstone, and her eyes were filled with tears.

The scene was very strange, but it seemed that Meng Sheng did not hear clearly, or perhaps she heard clearly but forgot after waking up.

That's quite normal.

Dreams are a mix of reality and illusion.

She didn't think much about it.

"Didn't sleep well?" Pei Sui placed the noodles on the table.

Meng Sheng nodded, yawned, and lifted the cat that was tucked to her side. "The alarm clock hadn't even gone off yet, but this little chubby girl woke me up by sitting on it and even slapped my face with her paws."

It weighed at least 12 or 13 pounds, and when it sat on her, it almost made her gasp for breath and faint.

She was helpless after being forced to turn on the computer. She glanced at the time and went to wash up.

When she came out of the bathroom, the little guy was sitting obediently at the door, meowing softly at her. Unsurprisingly, Meng Sheng's heart softened, and she picked him up and went out.

"A bit, I got up too early."

Pei Sui looked at her listless appearance and pursed her lips with heartache, "You can sleep for a few hours on the plane later."

She nodded; that was the only way.

If it weren't for the appointment in Tokyo, there would have been no need to book the flight so early; the afternoon would have been fine.

However, time was still a bit tight, especially in terms of daily schedule. But what was comforting was that Japan doesn't encourage overtime, so she could leave work on time every day, which was enough to soothe her fragile little heart after being pressured by work.

Having gotten up too early, Meng Sheng didn't have much of an appetite. She ate a few bites of noodles and only one bite of an egg, but she finished the vegetables and QQ sausage. Afterward, she drank some juice and went back to her room to change clothes and put on makeup.

Around 7:20, when they arrived at the underground parking lot, the driver was already waiting next to the car.

Upon seeing them, the driver went up to greet them and then helped them put their suitcases in the back seat.

After getting into the car, Meng Sheng sent a message to the private investigator, asking him to keep an eye on Gu Ci.

After all, she would be away from the country for at least ten days, and she was afraid that Gu Ci might be up to something in secret.

If you ask someone else to keep an eye on things, it will be too conspicuous. But it's much more convenient to hire a private investigator. When they're out and about, they can give themselves an identity.

This private investigator is quite capable and shameless enough; he'll do anything, even call someone his godfather, as long as the money is right.

This is why they have been able to work together so happily for so long.

The private investigator only needs to "serve" Meng Sheng, the client, and the fee for one visit is enough for him to squander for a year.

It's great that the boss is generous.

The private investigator, who had been idle for more than two months, was unexpectedly greeted with a WeChat message from his old client. He was incredibly excited, as this case was not difficult; he only needed to keep an eye on one person.

But it must be said that Meng Sheng was clearly using him as an ancient version of a secret agent.

After quickly agreeing on the price, Meng Sheng went to check the messages Qiao Na and the others had sent.

Including her and Pei Sui, there were ten people in total going to Tokyo on this business trip.

There were twelve people from the Leisen Museum, plus eight journalists and media personnel from here, making it a large and impressive group.

However, the Yisheng Art Museum departed separately from these two groups. The reporters and media set off the day before yesterday, while Leisen's group departed yesterday evening.

Meng Sheng delayed until now because the art museum had a very important work arrangement yesterday.

The group met in the airport lobby, greeted each other, and then went to check-in.

Meng Sheng and Pei Sui didn't stay in the VIP lounge for long before boarding the plane.

After the flight attendant left, Meng Sheng turned to Pei Sui and asked, "Has Shao Fan been grounded?"

Pei Sui looked at her face and nodded with a smile, "Yes, don't worry, Mingzhan sent a message last night saying that it's all taken care of."

The boss has spoken; Shao Fan will be grounded today even if he doesn't stop flying. It's no use if the Emperor himself comes.

Meng Sheng nodded and comfortably spread the thin blanket over her abdomen.

After the plane took off, she looked out the window, adjusted her chair, and prepared to sleep peacefully.

I slept until the plane was about to land.

She blinked, completely unharmed.

Now I can really relax.

She didn't know whether to call herself lucky or unlucky.

She's unlucky because she seems to run into all sorts of terrible things, but luckily she received this text message.

Honestly, she's incredibly lucky; otherwise, she would have died eight hundred times over.

I imagine that Yama, the King of Hell, must have had a headache watching her name flash on and off in the Book of Life and Death.

Feeling weightless, with the plane descending, three hours of sleep had fully restored her energy, allowing her to even mentally relish such humorous jokes.

Things are really getting better.

She smiled, took out a powder compact from her bag, and quickly touched up her makeup.

After getting off the plane, everyone met again in the baggage claim area, where Jona received a call from the art museum and the art association.

Soon, the two sides met up, greeted each other, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then got into the three cars that had been prepared.

The hotel was arranged by the people in Tokyo, but Meng Sheng and Pei Sui's room was booked separately. It was still the most luxurious presidential suite, but not the same one they stayed in last time.