Another paparazzo said, "It must be her, based on the way she is dressed, very much her usual style. She seems to be running late; that’s why she’s running so fast. We just spotted her, and she had already dashed into the security check area."
"So, we just missed a chance to intercept He Jinxia?"
"Um, it seems so."
"Why do I feel an indescribable heartache?"
" too."
...
Putting aside how much these dazed and confused paparazzi regretted their timing, on another front, He Jinxia had managed to board the plane in the final minute, nearly causing the flight attendants to sweat bullets.
It was because the rush to the death had made her so hot that as soon as He Jinxia boarded the plane, she couldn’t help but take off her mask, which only stunned the flight attendant and the passengers who were already seated in the front rows.
He Jinxia looked down at her phone, using her removed mask to fan herself, still not realizing.
Suddenly, she heard a voice of disbelief, "Are you... He Jinxia?!"
He Jinxia was startled, subconsciously looking up to find many people standing up, their eyes wide with disbelief as they stared at her.
She blinked, her head still a bit muddled, looking down to realize she was holding her mask... Wait, a mask?
Reason snapped back instantaneously, and He Jinxia internally panicked, cursing under her breath.
Oh no, she had been exposed!
The airplane instantly turned chaotic.
There were fans of He Jinxia on the plane. When they heard that He Jinxia was on board, they curiously squeezed forward to see her, so cleverly standing on their seats to gain a better viewpoint, recording He Jinxia with their phones.
Soon, quite a crowd had gathered around He Jinxia, making it hard for the flight attendants outside to get in and those inside to get out.
He Jinxia forced a smile on her face, and although she was very impatient inside, she couldn’t show it, murmuring over and over to her fans to go back to their seats.
Eventually, an authoritative-looking flight attendant took out a gaphone to amplify her voice to maintain order and led He Jinxia into the VIP area.
The tickets for the VIP area on the plane weren’t cheap—they were more than triple the price of standard tickets. He Jinxia hadn’t even started to lant the pain of her money flying away when she was surrounded by fans in the VIP area.
Luckily, most sitting in the VIP area were either rich or influential with so social etiquette, knowing to keep their distance and restraint, allowing He Jinxia to handle the situation sowhat smoothly.
What she didn’t know was that there were also people from the entertainnt industry sitting in the VIP area.
An elderly man with ticulously slicked-back gray hair, wearing sunglasses, leaning on a cane, and adorned with an ostentatious gold chain and exquisitely dressed, glanced at the brightly smiling He Jinxia and turned to ask his assistant:
"Who is she?"
The assistant was familiar with He Jinxia, having seen the movie "Chen Xiaohui, Go Forward!" she starred in, and could recognize her without asking anyone else, "She is He Jinxia, a second-tier celebrity from Huaxia."
The elderly man comnted, "She looks very young."
Assistant: "Mr. Richard, Miss He Jinxia should be 23 years old."
Elderly man: "Oh, she looks like Cinderella, a little angel who fell from heaven. I think she fits the the of this year’s fashion show perfectly; it’s just a pity that she is wearing too much clothing to see her body proportions."
The assistant respectfully said, "You can send her an invitation for a runway audition, I believe there isn’t a female celebrity in the world who could refuse your favor."
The aging man thought for a mont, his eyes slightly squinting, and said, "Let’s see in July, not everyone can handle the Forest Rhythm."
The assistant noted this down in his heart and responded, "Yes."
As Richard’s assistant, his main job was to record the things Richard said verbally and remind him about them at specific tis and places, so he wouldn’t forget them.
The hours of flight passed in a flash, and the assistant and Richard were the first to disembark from the plane.
As he disembarked, the assistant even turned his head to take one more look at He Jinxia not far away, as if to etch her appearance deep into his mind.
It was unknown what spark He Jinxia had that made the "discerning" Richard want to specifically choose her for the runway.
He Jinxia naturally noticed the assistant’s strange gaze, but she didn’t mind it; since the people on the plane had found out she was also there, the few hours of the flight turned into a spectacle akin to observing a rare animal.
From ti to ti, people would loiter in front of her for various reasons, each looking at her with different expressions.
If she really cared, she would not have been able to stay on the plane.
Indeed, after disembarking, there was a large group of paparazzi waiting for her at the airport area.
Luckily, He Jinxia and Director Wilson had coordinated the previous day, and there were people from the crew specifically assigned to pick her up.
Now looking at it, there weren’t few people from the crew who had co; under their escort, He Jinxia successfully squeezed through the throng of paparazzi and got into the car heading to the crew.
Throughout the drive, the crew were all chatting and joking with her, teasing her about how exciting her vacation in Huaxia had been.
Foreigners are very straightforward; they say whatever is on their mind without overthinking, and this kind of open discussion actually made He Jinxia not care much.
Ola, for so reason, was also among the group who ca to pick her up, sitting beside He Jinxia, holding her hand with sparkling eyes, and saying:
"I’ve heard about your situation, the news dia have also reported on it, and I just can’t believe that there are such relatives in the world, who for money, will fabricate anything. Your coback was so satisfying; you’re truly my idol, I’ll respond just as forcefully in the future!"
He Jinxia shook her head and just as directly said, "It’s not a pleasant feeling to have, if possible, you should try to avoid getting involved in such matters, it’s too awful."
Ola seed to think of sothing and her face turned gloomy, her voice lower, "Yes, it’s not pleasant, I hope I never have to encounter it."
He Jinxia raised an eyebrow, acutely sensing sothing unusual in Ola’s tone. Could it be that she, like herself, had problematic relatives at ho?
Upon arriving at the crew, He Jinxia once again received a warm welco, as so people even exclaid, "The Martial Queen of Chinese Martial Arts is back!"
Others responded with: "The Martial Queen is back!"
"The Martial Queen is back!"
...
After hearing others repeat it several tis, even soone as thick-skinned as He Jinxia felt a bit overwheld.
Truthfully, she didn’t know any martial arts at all; the whip technique she had shown everyone was strictly for self-defense and fitness.
The title of Martial Queen, she humbly felt, was undeserved -_-||
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