Ten thousand meters above the ground, above the clouds.
The Bombardier Global 7500 cruised steadily through the troposphere.
Outside the window stretched an endless expanse of ink-dark sky.
The wingtip lights flashed rhythmically, illuminating the sea of clouds spread below like cotton wool.
In the middle of the cabin was a spacious, luxurious meeting and lounge area.
The beige hand-stitched leather seats were broad and comfortable, and a faint fragrance lingered in the air.
Liu Jiayi sat in the lounge area farther back, wearing noise-canceling headphones.
Tang Song and Cheng Qiuqiu sat facing each other beside an unfolded mahogany conference table.
Delicate crystal glasses, a freshly cut platter of tropical fruit, and several desserts were arranged on the table.
Qiuqiu sat upright, her slender fingers hovering above the keyboard.
There was little expression on her face. She still had that aloof, unapproachable air of a cold goddess.
Yet her gaze kept wandering around the cabin of its own accord.
As one of the business jets with the longest range and largest cabin space in the world, the interior of this Bombardier Global 7500 was practically a luxurious palace in the sky.
Warm ebony paneling, smart dimmable windows, a top-tier sound system, a temperature-controlled wine cabinet—
Every detail in sight spoke of ultimate luxury and comfort.
She had never encountered a world of this caliber at such close range.
She was both shaken and filled with an indescribable sense of distance from it.
"Qiuqiu." Tang Song, who had been staring at his screen, suddenly looked up. Seeing her expression, he could not help smiling. "Don't be so tense. If you want anything to eat or drink, just tell the flight attendant."
"Oh, okay." Qiuqiu answered somewhat flusteredly, casually grabbed the glass of lemonade in front of her, and took a sip.