Text ssage from Gu Ningyi.
Even without clicking to read it, an unease had already risen in Dong Xin Yan’s heart. She gripped her phone tightly, wanting to ignore the text ssage, but eventually, her fingers trembled as she clicked it open.
Reading it word by word, Dong Xin Yan’s face gradually turned pale.
Unaware of when exactly, the taxi had already arrived at the airport entrance. The driver parked the car steadily, but not seeing any reaction from Dong Xin Yan, couldn’t help but turn his head to look at her, "Miss, we’ve arrived at the airport."
It was as if Dong Xin Yan hadn’t heard, she sat there still, her face pale as she stared at the phone in her hand.
"Miss?" The driver raised his voice.
Dong Xin Yan blankly lifted her eyes, her dark pupils slowly shifting, looking out through the car window.
Inside the airport entrance, Cheng Ziyang’s tall figure stood there, his luggage beside him. He was holding their plane tickets and passports in one hand, tightly gripping his phone in the other.
His expression was as gentle and calm as ever, but his brow was slightly furrowed, and he was constantly checking his phone, likely looking at the ti, which showed his inner anxiety.
How Dong Xin Yan longed to imdiately push open the car door, run to him, and hug him, but...
Dong Xin Yan’s gaze fell back onto the phone screen, her teeth bit down hard on her lower lip. Finally, she closed her eyes, then spoke softly,
"Driver, to Linglong Pier."
The car restarted, Dong Xin Yan watched Cheng Ziyang until she could no longer see him, her eyes sinking deeply with resolve. It was nine o’clock now, and the plane would take off in an hour and a half. She was determined to return within that ti fra.
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Linglong Pier wasn’t far from the airport, a twenty-minute drive. Dong Xin Yan paid the fare and hurriedly dragged her luggage towards the pier, planning to settle things quickly.
A luxurious yacht was docked at the pier, very conspicuous. Dong Xin Yan didn’t need to search to see it. She dragged her luggage closer, looking up slightly.
The dazzling sunlight made Dong Xin Yan squint involuntarily, lifting her hand to shield her eyes.
On the high deck of the yacht, a tall and lean man slowly erged. With a casual windbreaker, short hair, and sunglasses covering half of his face, the sensual and graceful curve of his jaw was strikingly stunning.
The man walked to the railing, lazily leaning against it, head slightly lowered, looking at her. The corner of his lips slowly curved upwards, then he stretched out his long fingers, beckoning to her.
The gesture was arrogant and frivolous, carrying a mischievous and rogue aura.
At this mont, Dong Xin Yan had no thoughts of appreciation, she was full of anger and fury. Her red lips pressed together tightly. Even though she had no desire whatsoever to board this yacht, she had no choice but to.
Dong Xin Yan took a deep breath, clenching her hand tightly, then stepping forward, dragging her luggage onto the yacht.
She followed the spiral staircase directly up to the deck, where there were two deck chairs with a parasol beside them. Gu Ningyi lay on one of the chairs, leisurely sipping red wine.
Dong Xin Yan walked over in her high heels, without catching her breath. She imdiately thrust her phone toward him, angrily demanding, "Gu Ningyi, what do you an by this?"
Gu Ningyi lifted his eyes slightly, his dark gaze landing lightly on Dong Xin Yan’s flushed cheeks due to anger. The corner of his lips maintained a smile. He didn’t speak but reached out to remove his sunglasses, lazily saying, "Have a seat first."
Sit? How could she have the mood to sit?
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