First Encounter at the Airport

"Ladies and gentlemen, this aircraft will arrive at Haicheng International Airport in approximately thirty minutes..." The flight attendant's voice was sweet and pleasant, but to one passenger in first class, it sounded more like noise.

The man by the window frowned slightly in irritation, his clear eyes fixed on the view outside.

"Mr. Wen, your coat."

Only then did the man withdraw his gaze and accept it. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Please call me if you need anything." With that, the flight attendant turned and left.

The man's gaze remained fixed outside the window.

What he did not know was that he had already become the central topic of discussion between that poised flight attendant and her coworkers.

"Oh my God, I've been flying for so long, and this is the first time I've ever seen such a handsome man."

"Same here. But he's a little too distant. When he looked at me just now, I felt colder than Haicheng's weather."

The other flight attendants all nodded. Indeed, making eye contact with that man with the high nose bridge, red lips, and white teeth was enough to make one feel suffocated.

He did not give off a sense of oppression. Rather, even when you stood before him and met his gaze as an equal, you still felt as insignificant as a grain of sand.

Wen Chengze knew nothing of how those people discussed him. He simply sat quietly in his seat and waited for the plane to land.

It was winter in Haicheng, and after getting off the plane, Wen Chengze could not help tightening his coat around himself.

He was not afraid of the cold. Compared to cold weather, he actually feared heat more. But he had lived in a comfortable city for so long that he could not help feeling a little unaccustomed to the temperature now that he had suddenly returned.

All he wanted was to find the person who had come to pick him up as soon as possible, then hurry home.

Unfortunately, things did not go his way. He had no idea what was going on, but the airport was especially crowded today.

Wen Chengze looked at the crowd and the security guards struggling to maintain order, then sighed. It seemed impossible to get out quickly.

A flicker of irritation passed through his beautiful eyes before they swiftly returned to calm.

"Hello, Uncle Zhang. Mm, I'm here. There are a lot of people at the airport, so I can't get out."

After hanging up, Wen Chengze learned that a major celebrity happened to be arriving at the airport today as well, and all these people had come to greet him.

He had hated crowded places ever since childhood. He had only just returned to the country, yet he had already run into such a "good thing." As expected, he was better suited to staying cooped up in his quiet retirement city.

Just as Wen Chengze spent a long while mentally preparing himself to force his way through the crowd, someone suddenly shouted, "Zhong Mohan!"

Then Wen Chengze watched, his scalp tingling, as a crowd charged straight in his direction.

Though somewhat bewildered, Wen Chengze reacted quickly and did his best to avoid the crowd.

Only after the wave of people had passed did Wen Chengze let out a sigh of relief. Then his gaze involuntarily turned toward the direction behind him.

One person stood out like a crane among chickens amid the frenzied fans. He wore a mask that concealed his appearance, and he was dressed entirely in black, armed from head to toe. It was impossible to make out what he looked like. Uninterested, Wen Chengze withdrew his gaze and pulled his suitcase forward.

He could finally leave this place.

But after taking a few steps, he stopped again.

Zhong Mohan—the man who had swept every international Best Actor award?

Even though he usually did not pay much attention to entertainment news, the name was not unfamiliar to him.

No wonder he had such immense influence.

But even such a celebrated Best Actor could not improve Wen Chengze's utterly foul mood.

If it were not for him, Wen Chengze would not have had to face so many people.