Qin Yuhe turned off his phone, set it aside, and looked up, only to see a familiar couple.
The man was tall and lean with broad shoulders. His handsome, noble face had lost all traces of youth, exuding an aura of wealth and worldly experience.
The woman was bright and charming. Her long, curled eyelashes drooped softly, and her every frown and smile carried a gentle beauty, as tender and moving as a misty rain in Jiangnan.
The man was carrying bags of all sizes, holding everything for both of them.
The woman, with her delicate hands, gripped the corner of his jacket, following obediently behind him.
It was Fu Xiaochen and his wife, Gu Qingcheng.
Qin Yuhe wasn't surprised to see the couple on the flight to Jingbei.
All three of them were in first class, so running into each other was inevitable.
When Fu Xiaochen saw Qin Yuhe, he looked slightly surprised. "Weren't you supposed to go back tomorrow?"
Qin Yuhe: "I moved it up."
Gu Qingcheng asked with concern, "Did you run into some kind of emergency?"
Qin Yuhe's expression shifted slightly.
Fu Xiaochen chimed in, "If he doesn't go back now, his wife is going to run away."
Qin Yuhe shot him a glare as sharp as a knife.
Fu Xiaochen smirked. "What, did my honesty hurt your pride?"
Qin Yuhe leaned back in his seat, his raven-black eyelashes lowering as he closed his eyes. Out of sight, out of mind. He treated Fu Xiaochen like thin air.
Gu Qingcheng tugged at Fu Xiaochen's jacket, signaling him not to be so mean.
Fu Xiaochen turned his head and leaned in close to her. The moment his unforgiving, sharp tongue got near his wife, it turned into a sickeningly sweet honeypot. "I'll listen to you, honey."
Qin Yuhe's mouth twitched.
Fu Xiaochen and Gu Qingcheng sat on the other side, separated from Qin Yuhe by the center aisle.
The subtle sounds of the two settling into their seats reached Qin Yuhe's ears.
Soon after, Qin Yuhe heard the sounds of kissing, a man swallowing, accompanied by a girl's suppressed, delicate, and trembling pants.
Qin Yuhe's body stiffened.
Why was he running into this again?
He really didn't have a habit of eavesdropping.
But this time, compared to what he had heard that night four days ago, there was a difference.
Qin Yuhe slowly opened his eyes and glanced sideways. Across the aisle, he saw Fu Xiaochen, who was sitting on the outside, leaning his tall body inward, pressing over Gu Qingcheng. With one arm wrapped around the woman's waist and the other cradling the back of her head, he was kissing her passionately.
Fu Xiaochen's broad frame completely shielded the woman on the inside, preventing anyone from seeing the details of their kiss.
The two were only kissing, nothing else.
Fu Xiaochen wasn't generous enough to put on a live porn show for others on an airplane.
Qin Yuhe's gaze swept past them, and he closed his eyes again.
The plane taxied down the runway. Suddenly, the roar of the engines intensified, the taxiing speed increased, and the wind howled past the windows. The fuselage pitched up sharply, soaring into the clouds.
A sense of weightlessness hit, interrupting the passengers' movements. Everyone stopped what they were doing and gripped their armrests.
Yet, across the aisle, the smacking sounds of kissing never ceased.
The wet, sticky noises kept drilling into Qin Yuhe's ears.
The plane climbed to an altitude of 10,000 meters, cruising steadily in the stratosphere.
For the entire two-hour flight, Fu Xiaochen's lips were glued to Gu Qingcheng's mouth and never left.
Qin Yuhe's ears were subjected to absolute torture.
It was endless, Fu Xiaochen!
As the plane began its descent, a woman's faint whimper reached his ears, her voice kept very low: "Hubby, no more, stop kissing me."
Fu Xiaochen coaxed, "Baby, I haven't kissed you enough."
Qin Yuhe: "..."
Gu Qingcheng's voice was breathless and urgent: "The plane will land in half an hour, people will see."
Fu Xiaochen: "I'm blocking you, they can't see."
Qin Yuhe picked up his phone and sent a message: [I can hear you.]
Fu Xiaochen picked up his phone, unlocked it, and saw Qin Yuhe's text.
Gu Qingcheng, her cheeks still flushed red, nestled affectionately in his arms and asked, "What is it?"
Fu Xiaochen replied, "Nothing."
He leaned down to kiss her lips again. Just as he was about to touch them, another message from Qin Yuhe popped up.
[I've been listening to you and your wife kiss the whole way.]
Like a startled deer, Gu Qingcheng suddenly pushed Fu Xiaochen away.
The red lips that were just inches away retreated instantly, and the soft, fragrant beauty left his embrace, pressing herself into the corner of her seat.
Gu Qingcheng absolutely refused to let Fu Xiaochen kiss her anymore.
Fu Xiaochen gritted his teeth, turned his head, and glared fiercely at Qin Yuhe.
Qin Yuhe lazily curled the corners of his lips into a smile.
Fu Xiaochen: [Even a dog doesn't want to be disturbed when it's eating.]
Qin Yuhe: [Your wife is your food?]
Fu Xiaochen: [She is my spiritual nourishment.]
Qin Yuhe: [You disturbed me the whole way.]
Fu Xiaochen: [I know you're just green with envy; this is pure jealousy.]
Qin Yuhe couldn't deny that he had that kind of mindset. If he couldn't kiss his own wife, other men shouldn't even think about kissing theirs.
For the next half hour, Qin Yuhe's ears finally had some peace.
The plane landed at Jingbei Airport.
Qin Yuhe pushed his luggage out. Although Fu Xiaochen was annoyed with him, they were still cousins—blood is thicker than water. As they parted ways, he didn't forget to talk business.
"In a day's time, at the banquet where you and my sister-in-law will officially go public, I'll bring my wife to attend."
Fu Xiaochen had originally planned to take Gu Qingcheng to play in Shanghai for another two days, but he specifically returned to Jingbei today just to attend this banquet.
He knew Qin Yuhe was throwing this party to announce to all of Jingbei's high society that Song Xinya was his wife.
This would be Song Xinya's first official appearance in high society, so its significance was extraordinary. As an older cousin, Fu Xiaochen had no reason not to show up and support him.
Gu Qingcheng, looking a bit shy but still maintaining proper etiquette, told Qin Yuhe, "I'm really looking forward to meeting her."
Qin Yuhe nodded his thanks to the two of them, turned around, and left, his long strides making his figure look hurried.
A Rolls-Royce sped down the highway. Qin Yuhe picked up his phone and checked the time: 9:00 PM.
He tapped into his fitness app and checked the step ranking. In first place was Song Xinya, with 20,722 steps.
He pressed his thumb against the screen, swiped back, and returned to their chat interface.
Their chat history was still stuck at the moment before the plane took off.
Almost three hours had passed, and she hadn't sent him a single message.
Qin Yuhe looked up at the driver in the front seat. "You're driving a bit slow today."
The driver replied, "Our current speed is 60 kilometers per hour."
Qin Yuhe: "The speed limit on this highway is 70 kilometers per hour. You can speed up."
The driver stepped on the gas pedal, driving right on the speed limit all the way to Zijin Huafu.
Qin Yuhe didn't go straight inside; instead, he walked into a flower shop next to the villa area.
His handsome, striking figure walked into the flower shop. When he came back out, he was holding a bouquet of pink and blue hydrangeas.
The tall, handsome man walked beneath the bright white moonlight, his body draped in the cool, clear glow of the moon.
He took large strides. The silver moonlight shone into his dark pupils, reflecting a gleam of eager anticipation and longing.
Qin Yuhe entered the villa, a bouquet of hydrangeas in his hands. He crossed the expansive living room, ascended the spiral staircase, and made his way down the long second-floor corridor.
His pace grew faster, increasingly urgent.
Down the second-floor hallway, he broke into a run.
The wind rushed past his ears. The hydrangea petals trembled and swayed, while the hem of his black suit whipped through the air in a sharp, striking arc.
Standing before the bedroom door, a brilliant light flickering in his eyes, Qin Yuhe thrust it open.
The room was completely empty.
He circled the bedroom, searching every single corner of the balcony and the bathroom.
There was no sign of her.
Leaving the pink and blue hydrangeas on the snow-white bedsheets, Qin Yuhe sat down on the bed. A hint of dejection clung to his handsome, broad-shouldered frame.
He picked up his phone and checked the time. It was ten o'clock at night.
He sent her a text message: [Yaya, where are you?]
