Chapter One Hundred and Seven

Shen Yue was still on a live broadcast, so when she realized she had misspoken, she immediately changed her tune. “Oh, brother Mingzhao really is something—he left all of a sudden without even saying a word, making me wait here for nothing.”

As soon as she turned around, she grabbed her phone and tagged Jiang Mingzhao in the group chat.

At first, she had wanted to message him privately, but after sending several friend requests, none of them were accepted.

In the end, she could not even add Jiang Mingzhao in the group anymore.

So she had no choice but to look for him there; it was the only way she could reach him now.

It could be said that Jiang Mingzhao had added almost everyone he could add, except for Shen Yue.

Too bad Shen Yue did not know that yet, or she would have been furious.

In the group for Let's Fall in Love.

Shen Yue: [@Jiang Mingzhao, Brother Mingzhao, where did you go? The production team's car has already left, and you never showed up.]

After seeing the message, Li Weiwei understood that the driver must have explained the reason to Shen Yue. Yet she still asked as if she knew nothing, which was truly insufferable.

She simply decided not to get involved, lest that troublesome woman latch onto her.

Jiang Mingzhao directly pretended to be dead and ignored it.

Shen Yue sent several more messages in a row.

When Jiang Mingzhao still did not reply, she had no choice but to go looking for Jian Anan.

Jian Anan then asked Jin Jianyi to send Jiang Mingzhao a message.

Only then did Jiang Mingzhao reluctantly reply in the group: [Oh, I ran into an old friend I have not seen in many years, and we had a lot to talk about.]

Then he vanished again.

So angry, Shen Yue flung her phone away once more.

The viewers in the livestream, seeing how irritable she was and how often she threw her phone, commented:

[We should go watch another livestream. If we keep watching hers, we will catch her bad temper.]

[Let’s go, let’s go. I’m going to watch Nanyan’s stream; she’s always so calm and peaceful.]

[I’m going to watch Song Wanning. They’re feeding us dog food again.]

[Really? Count me in!]

One after another, everyone left in a rush, and the popularity of the stream dropped by more than half at once.

Meanwhile, Song Wanning had just arrived at the airport and was curiously looking around at the spacious surroundings.

Seeing the fresh excitement in her eyes, Wen Jingxing asked, “Is this your first time on a plane?”

Song Wanning nodded vigorously, admitting it without the slightest concealment.

Wen Jingxing said nothing more, only, “If there’s anything you don’t understand, just ask me. I’ll teach you.”

“Okay!”

In the end, Song Wanning had worried too much. Along the way, Wen Jingxing did everything himself. He even specially explained all sorts of things about the airport and the precautions she should keep in mind.

All she had to do was follow quietly behind him as an invisible listener.

At the airport entrance, a large crowd had gathered.

They were all fans of Let's Fall in Love, holding signs for their favorite idols and shouting at the top of their lungs, hoping to see the celebrities they admired in real life.

But who was Li Weiwei?

She had anticipated this long ago. Even though they were live streaming at the moment, she made clever use of that fact and let the fans mistakenly assume the guests were gathering at the main entrance.

How could Li Weiwei ever be so showy?

Instead, she had the guests enter through different airport gates.

By the time the fans realized it, it was already too late.

The guests had long since entered the waiting hall.

And before the fans could complain too long in the livestream, the "heartless" Li Weiwei saw that the time had come and shut the stream off.

As for Li Weiwei, she truly lived up to her reputation. With one move, she had directly chartered the entire first-class cabin of the flight.

Only after all the guests had settled into first class did they realize that in the vast cabin, there were only six of them.

Song Wanning sat by the window, waiting quietly for takeoff.

Turning her head, she discovered that Wen Jingxing had already opened his laptop to work at some point.

Not only did he read at astonishing speed, he typed just as fast.

And he did not avoid Song Wanning at all.

She glanced over and saw that he was handling company business, so she looked away.

This guy was giving her such an open view of everything—did he not fear exposing business secrets?

Still, once he became busy and stopped talking to her, Song Wanning began to feel a little bored.

She opened her phone to take a look, and there was yet another pile of troublesome matters inside.

There were many missed calls and messages, or WeChat notices.

All of them were from the Song family.

Among them, Song Zijiang’s WeChat messages were the most numerous.

He was still sending messages nonstop. At first, Song Wanning found the noise annoying, so she put her phone on silent.

When she opened the chat again, all of Song Zijiang’s messages were accusing her of being unfilial, of not considering the Song family, and of not going to Wen Jingxing to plead on their behalf.

He said he had raised Song Wanning for all these years for nothing; now that she had her phone back, she would not even reply to his messages or call home to say she was safe.

Later, when he saw that Song Wanning still would not answer, his tone softened somewhat.

He asked her to call back, or at the very least reply to his messages, because the entire Song family was worried about her.

And later still, when Song Zijiang saw that Song Wanning was not falling for it and still refused to reply, he flew into a rage out of humiliation.

He said that if she still did not answer, he would sever all ties with Song Wanning.

Song Wanning was not afraid at all. She could not care less if the Song family had anything to do with her.

Of course, that was on the condition that the shares belonging to the original owner’s mother would be taken back.

The more Song Wanning read, the more annoyed she became, and she directly blocked all three of them.

Not long after she did so, an unfamiliar call immediately came in.

With the lightest tap, she hung up.

No need to think twice—it had to be someone from the Song family.

After being rejected, the other party still refused to give up and called again.

Just then, a flight attendant came in and gently reminded everyone to switch all electronic devices to airplane mode.

Song Wanning set hers immediately.

At last, the whole world fell completely silent.

Beside her, Wen Jingxing noticed that the phone Song Wanning was using was an old model, and even the screen had several cracks from being dropped; yet she had never replaced it, and had kept using it all along.

He took note of it in silence.

At that moment, the flight attendant reached Song Wanning’s seat and glanced over at her, instantly stunned.

“Song Wanning!”

Hearing someone call her name, Song Wanning looked up and saw a very beautiful woman.

She asked, “That’s me. What’s wrong?”

The flight attendant was so excited she practically stamped her feet. “I’m your fan! I missed your livestream this morning, and I never thought I’d actually get to see you in person today! Could I come find you later for a photo and an autograph?”

Song Wanning had not expected to meet a fan on a plane, and nodded in agreement.

“Of course.”

“Ah! I’m so excited! I’ll come find you later!” Even in her excitement, the flight attendant did not forget her work. After checking everything as usual, she quickly returned to her post.

Nan Yan was sitting in the row behind Song Wanning and the others. Smiling, she said to Song Wanning, “Wanning, do you know? You’re huge right now! When I was scrolling through Weibo, there were several trending headlines about you and Wen Jingxing!”

What she did not say was that those posts were actually all about Wen Jingxing kissing Song Wanning yesterday.

I forgot to add the chapter title! But I can’t add it now, QAQ

The end of this chapter.