Chapter 1
Three o'clock in the morning.
There are still more than two hours until the flight from Chongqing to Hongshi lands.
The cabin was dimly lit after the lights were turned off, and most of the passengers were fast asleep with their seats reclined.
However, there are a few exceptions.
Two young people were holding a magazine and whispering to each other.
The young man in the plaid shirt lingered on a few paragraphs of text: "I heard that the Ye family has recently started chip research and development again. Judging from Ye Yan's interview, it can be considered an admission, right?"
The short-haired young man who was looking closely at him said enviously, "Isn't that right? How come there's such a big difference between people? Other people's 24-year-olds come from prominent families, have happy marriages, and are soaring in their careers. Mine is 24 years old and has just graduated and returned to China."
The plaid shirt man was slightly surprised: "A happy marriage...? Ye Yan got married?"
The short-haired man was even more surprised than him: "Didn't you say Ye Yan was your idol? You didn't know this? The Ye family and the Qin family are a powerful alliance through marriage. It's said that Ye Yan's wife, the eldest daughter of the Qin family, is beautiful and gentle, and has a very good relationship with President Ye."
The man in the plaid shirt was only concerned with Ye's technological development and didn't care much about Ye Yan's personal feelings. He had just asked casually. But the short-haired man was clearly more interested in gossip and talked on and on about the topic.
"Don't you think that marriages between wealthy families rarely result in couples with good feelings for each other? But Ye Yan and his wife are an exception!"
"Do you know about that top-quality blue diamond necklace that was auctioned for 180 million yuan a while ago? Ye Yan bought it for his wife."
"You could have given me over a hundred million, what's the point of buying a necklace? It's so cheesy."
The two were speaking in hushed tones, but when this part came up, the short-haired young man seemed to get quite emotional, and his voice involuntarily rose a little.
The girl who was sleeping soundly next to them was woken up by their noise.
She brushed aside the hair that was covering her face, frowned, fumbled for the noise-canceling headphones that had fallen onto her skirt, pressed her right hand against her left shoulder, and stretched her stiff bones.
Then she tilted her head and glanced lightly at the magazines the two young people were holding.
This magazine was founded a hundred years ago and is ranked number one in the global finance field.
Those who grace the cover of this magazine are all influential figures in their respective fields, and their interviews in the magazine, once published, cause a stir in the industry.
Ye Yan, the cover star of this year's mid-year magazine, has stirred up a particularly big storm.
Not only because he is a business prodigy who has risen rapidly in recent years, but also because he is exceptionally handsome.
Ye Yan, dressed in a high-end, sharp gray suit, leaned against his desk, his broad shoulders and long legs giving him an air of dignified indifference.
He held an exquisitely crafted fountain pen between his slender fingers. His features were deep and his eyes were dark. The lines of his nose and face were sharp and handsome, as if sculpted by a god.
Even the gold-embossed magazine cover couldn't hide the domineering aura of someone who had long held a superior position.
The girl smiled silently.
He is indeed handsome.
Her laughter was short and barely audible, but since the surroundings were quiet, the two young men who were talking heard a slight noise.
They instinctively turned their heads and met the girl's raised eyes.
"Clatter"
The magazine fell to the ground, and the two young men froze on the spot as if they had been struck by acupuncture.
All the sounds and images in the cabin blurred and faded away at that moment, only her casually glanced eyes spread out with boundless brilliance, enveloping the world.
She seemed to illuminate even this dark corner.
The girl was wearing an eye mask and noise-canceling headphones, with a blanket covering her chin, and was sleeping with her head tilted towards the window. As a result, the two young men did not notice that a rare and stunningly beautiful woman was sitting next to them.
They couldn't even focus on her features; all they could see were snow-white skin, dark eyebrows, and rosy lips.
All colors reached their peak on her, overflowing with a beauty that was both captivating and irresistible.
She was so beautiful that it was mesmerizing, drawing one's thoughts into her radiant glow.
The short-haired young man, who had just been speaking eloquently, blushed and stammered after a long pause, "You..."
He wanted to ask if we had woken him up, but with all his might, he could only manage to utter a single word.
"Hmm?" The girl waited a moment, but nothing came of it. She then chuckled softly. "What's wrong with me?"
Her smile was like a sharp arrow that could pierce through all barriers, tear through flesh and blood, and firmly pierce one's heart.
The two young men had never seen such beauty before, and now not only their faces but even their necks turned red.
"I...I...I..."
"Could you..."
The short-haired young man was rambling incoherently; he didn't even know what he was saying.
The girl seemed to have misunderstood.
She opened her personal QR code page and showed it to them: "Do you want to add me on WeChat?"
Dingxin is the most widely used social networking software in today's society.
The surprise came so suddenly that the two young people were stunned.
The girl raised an eyebrow slightly and tapped the screen with her pale fingertip: "Not adding me?"
"Add, add, add!"
The short-haired young man snapped to attention instantly, quickly scanning the QR code with a mix of surprise, delight, and trepidation: "Is this...is this okay? Will it...will it bother you?"
Girl: "No, but..."
She tilted her head slightly, a gesture that would normally be quite playful and cute, but when she did it, it possessed an indescribable beauty.
"But I want to sleep a little longer, since it's still early. What do you guys think?"
The young man in the plaid shirt was already introverted, and he was completely stunned by her beauty—first her smile, then the way she tilted her head—his mind was buzzing.
The short-haired youth could barely manage to make a sound: "Oh oh oh..."
It wasn't until the girl put on her eye mask and earplugs again and closed her eyes to sleep that the two of them sat there for a long time, gradually regaining their normal thinking ability. Only then did they belatedly realize that the girl probably meant for them to keep quiet.
The short-haired youth's face was still flushed. He tugged at his companion's clothes and whispered, "I want to..."
Before he could finish speaking, the young man in the plaid shirt shushed him, reminding him, "Don't talk."
The short-haired youth quickly looked in the direction of the girl again, but unfortunately, the thin blanket and eye mask once again concealed that shocking face.
But the glimpse of her profile that she revealed was enough for the young man to recall the stunning beauty he had just seen.
Outside the window beside her, white clouds surged, making the scene resemble a beautiful art film.
The short-haired young man was stunned again.
The female protagonist in the movie, as he saw her, did not open her eyes again until two hours and fifteen minutes later, just before the plane landed.
After she woke up, the short-haired young man, who had spent a long time preparing himself mentally, suddenly lost all his courage, which vanished like a punctured balloon.
Finally, seeing the girl walk down the aisle, the young man, knowing that the beauty was now forever out of reach and he would never see her again, gritted his teeth and took a step forward.
"I...I...May I ask your name?"
The girl pushed her sunglasses up to her delicate, full forehead, turned her face to him, and smiled.
Her smile was as beautiful as a spring mountain, as radiant as the moon breaking through the clouds.
"certainly."
"My name is Qin Su."
The young man who asked the question was in a daze and it took him a long time to react.
etc.
Qin Su?
Isn't this the eldest daughter of the Qin family they were just discussing, Ye Yan's wife?!
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