A beautiful girl sat next to me in Air France's first class cabin; she was well-dressed and had exquisite makeup.
When Wei Changfeng saw this, he sneered inwardly: "These obsessive fans are getting better and better at finding information."
The specific details of his trip to France had been kept secret until last week when he was invited by the brand to finalize the itinerary. Little did he know that he had already been targeted.
It's all the fault of that idiot assistant, Xiao Hao. I told him to lock the seats when booking the tickets, but he still couldn't get this simple thing right.
Because of the assistant's mistake, the agent and he were not seated together even though they were both in first class.
Thirteen hours of flight time is long, but fortunately the first-class seats are spacious, so his long legs have room to stretch out and he doesn't have to curl up.
Wei Changfeng stretched his legs and back, feeling a bit better.
He glanced sideways at the girl next to him from behind his sunglasses. She had shoulder-length hair, a slightly pale face, and seemed to be staring blankly out the porthole, lost in thought.
She was fairly pretty, even charming, but to Wei Changfeng, who was used to seeing all sorts of beautiful women in the entertainment industry, she was a bit too ordinary. She was far from being able to seduce him.
Unexpectedly, during the several-hour flight, the girl didn't even glance at him. She was either looking out the window or lost in thought with her eyes closed. When she was really bored, she would pick up a novel with a strange title and read it for a while.
"Playing hard to get? I feel like I've seen you somewhere before. At a fan meeting? At the company entrance? At an event?" Wei Changfeng thought to himself, "Let's see when you're going to pretend to bump into me."
Air France has WiFi. After the plane had been flying smoothly for about seven or eight hours, the girl took out her phone and started swiping the screen.
Wei Changfeng wanted to sleep but couldn't. Bored, he began to secretly observe the girl sitting next to him from behind his sunglasses.
He developed a habit of always wearing sunglasses, as if removing this barrier made him feel as insecure as if he were naked.
The girl's clothes and bag were of high quality, but the brand was not obvious. She was using the latest Apple phone, so her family must be very well-off.
Air France's first-class tickets are two to three times more expensive than economy class tickets, and those who choose to fly first class are basically people who are not short of money.
She wasn't browsing the internet; it seemed she was constantly scrolling through her phone's photo album.
Although Wei Changfeng couldn't see clearly through his sunglasses, he could still glimpse many photos of a boy in the album, as well as some photos of the two of them together. Then, he heard the girl sniffling.
He glanced over discreetly and saw sunlight streaming in through the porthole. The girl's face was adorned with glistening tears, which rolled down her long eyelashes in large drops.
Perhaps not wanting anyone to notice, she turned her face to the window and silently wiped away her tears.
Looking at that thin and lonely figure, Wei Changfeng suddenly felt a pang of emotion, followed by a sense of loss.
So she wasn't a sasaeng fan following her on the plane after all. It seems she went to France to clear her head after a breakup.
The girl piqued his interest, so he took off his sunglasses and turned to look intently at her back.
Unexpectedly, the girl suddenly turned around and found the man next to her staring at her, and she was clearly taken aback.
To cover his embarrassment, Wei Changfeng coughed and said to the girl, "Excuse me, could you please pull the sun visor down a little? The ultraviolet rays at high altitudes are a bit too bright."
He was quite impressed with his own quick wit after he finished speaking. His words sounded very natural, perfectly covering up the embarrassment of staring at the back of someone's head.
At this moment, the Airbus is flying at the "30,000 feet" distance mentioned in the song. The rolling white clouds outside the window are quite beautiful, but the sunlight shining in is really strong, so bright that it is hard to look directly at it.
The girl seemed to want to look out the window a little more, but she quickly and politely apologized before pulling down the small partition.
Wei Changfeng turned his head away, put his sunglasses back on, and tried his best to "manage his expression," but his heart was in turmoil.
What? You weren't here for me, fine, but why do you act like you don't recognize me?
She really doesn't recognize me? I even took off my sunglasses to show her my face.
My videos frequently top the trending charts, and my TV dramas have high viewership ratings. Have you not watched them?
Even if we assume she never watches TV or goes online, she shouldn't be so calm just by seeing my face, right?
Wei Changfeng's mind was filled with various self-questioning and self-answering. The invincible confidence that his assistant had once mocked now made him feel extremely frustrated, and he even began to doubt his life.
Luckily, the assistant didn't see this scene, otherwise he would have laughed: When will his brother change his super narcissistic mentality?
Wei Changfeng has been famous for two or three years now, with each of his dramas becoming more and more popular. People who stay in the midst of praise for too long are often easily overwhelmed.
Even if he has a handsome face that appeals to almost both men and women, plus a height of 183 cm and a pair of long legs that, as fans say, "split from the navel," does that mean that every girl in the world will be fascinated by him?
The aura of a celebrity shines brightly only in the eyes of their fans. To the vast majority of casual observers, it's just, "They may be handsome, but what does that have to do with me?"
So how could everyone be so smitten and flock to him? Actually, many celebrities have quite a bit of "princess syndrome" or "prince syndrome."
But it is precisely this narcissism or self-confidence that enables them to survive in the fiercely competitive entertainment industry.
While Wei Changfeng was still racking his brains trying to figure it out, it was time for lunch, and the beautiful Air France flight attendant began serving meals.
The girl quickly finished her airline meal and then asked for some bread.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the man at the next table was only eating salad and couldn't help but think: These days, when men get meticulous, women really can't compete. He already looks very thin; is he still dieting to maintain his figure?
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