Yan Zimeng turned on her phone the moment the plane landed. Several messages came in, but none of them were from Nangong Jue.
Yan Zimeng felt incredibly sad. She had no choice but to leave him back then. She loved acting, but there was no room for further development if she stayed in China. Moreover, although he had been recognized by the Nangong family as an illegitimate child three years ago, he had no real power and could not provide her with much protection. So what was wrong with her wanting to have better opportunities?
Over the years, no matter what she did, the one she loved most in her heart was always him.
But why can't he understand me at all?
"Sister Yan, it's time to get off the plane," Xiao He reminded Yan Zimeng.
Yan Zimeng then snapped out of her daze, got up, put on her sunglasses, and got off the plane. She had only taken two steps when her phone rang. She glanced at it and answered, "Brother Jinxuan, I've landed... The company arranged for someone to pick me up... What? You're here too? That's great..."
After hanging up the phone, the resentment and unwillingness in my heart finally subsided a bit; after all, her charm was still there.
As soon as Yang Jinxuan entered the airport terminal, he saw Le Yao and walked over with a slightly gloomy expression: "Han Binglan, what are you doing here?"
Le Yao turned her head and recognized him.
Yang Jinxuan, another good friend of Nangong Jue, is the young master of the Yang Group and a loyal admirer of the female lead, Yan Zimeng. He did many heinous things for her, and almost brought down the entire Yang Group in the end. However, she didn't know how it ended, and she didn't know if the author didn't write it or if she skipped it.
He'll always end up as cannon fodder.
"Young Master Yang, do I need to report to you what I'm doing here? Besides, this airport isn't yours." Le Yao rolled her eyes. What's so great about it? We're all cannon fodder, who's more noble than whom?
Yang Jinxuan narrowed his eyes slightly. Why did this woman seem different from before?
Le Yao was too lazy to get involved with these brainless male supporting characters and turned to leave, but the other party reached out to grab her: "Han Binglan, you..."
"Let go." Just as Yang Jinxuan's hand touched Le Yao's arm, someone suddenly rushed over, swung their bag at the other person, and said, "Dare to touch her and see what happens?"
Startled, Yang Jinxuan quickly took two steps back, thus avoiding the attack from the other party's limited edition leather bag.
"Are you alright?" The woman turned to look at Le Yao.
"It's nothing." Le Yao smiled and shook her head, feeling warm inside, and even her nose felt a little sore.
"Qiaoqiao, what's wrong with you?" Yang Jinxuan obviously knew women, and glared at her with a frustrated expression.
"Yang Jinxuan, Alan clearly doesn't want to talk to you, so why are you hitting her? Last time you pulled her down and made her arm bleed, and now you want to do the same thing again?" Qiao Qiao put her hands on her hips. "Do you believe I can cripple your third leg right now?"
"You... are unreasonable." Yang Jinxuan was furious and could only turn around and leave. There was nothing he could do; this woman surnamed Qiao was very good at fighting, and he was no match for her.
"Pah!" Qiao Qiao spat at Yang Jinxuan's back.
"Qiaoqiao." Le Yao reached out and hugged her. "You're finally back."
Qiao Qiao finally suppressed her anger, but still slapped Le Yao: "Just for Nangong Jue, any Tom, Dick, or Harry will bully you. How can you be so... spineless?"
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