That morning, Zhang Yang's private jet landed at Pudong International Airport.
Returning from the subzero temperatures of the north and readjusting to Magic City's above-freezing weather felt practically warm.
"Finally... we're back!"
Bei Jiajia stepped off the plane with her head held high, took a deep breath, and sighed.
Traveling was nothing unusual, but flying on her brother-in-law's private jet to Harbin and Mohe, visiting the Ice and Snow World, and seeing the aurora—
Every part of it had been rare and precious, something worth remembering for a long, long time.
Thinking of that, Bei Jiajia could not resist raising her phone and taking a photo of herself with the private jet.
Everyone had a little vanity.
"Still not done taking pictures?" Zhang Yang passed by and said with an amused smile. "Hurry up. I need to get you home early—I've got things to do."
"Huh?" Bei Jiajia hurriedly put away her phone, looking embarrassed. "Brother-in-law, how about my sister and I go back on our own later, and you go handle your business?"
"Just come with me." Zhang Yang beckoned.
A moment later, the group left the airport through the VVIP passage and headed straight to the roadside.
The Phantom that had come to pick them up was already waiting by the curb.
"Chairman Zhang." The driver quickly got out to help load the luggage.
Bei Jiajia climbed in without the slightest hesitation. The moment she sat in the incomparably soft seat, as comfortable as a first-class airline seat, she felt as though she had sunk right into it.
Private jets for travel, Rolls-Royce Phantoms for getting around.
Now this was living!
No, wait...
She looked at Bei Wei beside her, who appeared far more composed than she was, and her heart trembled... More accurately, this was Bei Wei's