"Ladies and gentlemen, this flight will arrive at Haicheng International Airport in approximately thirty minutes..." The flight attendant's voice was sweet and captivating, but to a certain first-class passenger, it sounded almost like noise.
The man leaning against the window frowned slightly with impatience, his clear gaze fixed out the window.
"Mr. Wen, your coat."
Hearing the voice, the man withdrew his gaze and took the garment. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Just call if you need anything." With that, the flight attendant turned and left.
The man's gaze returned to the window.
Unbeknownst to the man, he had already become the center of discussion among the poised flight attendant and her colleagues.
"Oh god, I've flown for so long, and this is the first time I've ever seen such a gorgeous man."
"Who hasn't? Though he's a bit too aloof. When he looked at me just now, I felt it was colder than the weather in Haicheng right now."
The other flight attendants nodded in agreement. Indeed, locking eyes with that man, with his high-bridge nose and red lips and white teeth, made one feel practically suffocated.
He didn't give off a sense of oppression, but rather the feeling that even though you stood right in front of him and met his gaze as an equal, you still felt as insignificant as a grain of sand.
Wen Chengze was entirely unaware of how these people were discussing him, quietly waiting in his seat for the plane to touch down.
It happened to be winter in Haicheng. Stepping off the plane, Wen Chengze couldn't help tightening his coat.
He wasn't afraid of the cold; compared to the cold, he actually feared the heat more. But having lived in a comfortable, livable city until now, his sudden return meant he was inevitably a bit unaccustomed to the current temperature.
His mind was solely focused on quickly finding the person who had come to pick him up and rushing home.
Unfortunately, fate didn't go his way. He had no idea what was going on, but there were unusually many people at the airport today.
Looking at the crowd and the security guards struggling to maintain order, Wen Chengze sighed. It seemed that getting out quickly was out of the question.
A trace of irritation flashed through his pretty eyes, but they quickly returned to calm.
"Hello, Uncle Zhang. Yeah, I've arrived. There are a bit too many people at the airport, can't get out."
After hanging up, Wen Chengze learned that it seemed a major celebrity happened to arrive at this airport today, and all these people were here for the pickup.
Ever since he was small, he despised crowded occasions. Having just returned to the country, he ran right into such a "good thing"—clearly, he was still suited for holing up in his retirement city.
Just as Wen Chengze finished building up his mental fortitude and prepared to bite the bullet and push through the crowd, someone suddenly shouted, "Zhong Mohan!"
Then, with his scalp tingling, Wen Chengze watched a crowd charge straight in his direction.
Although slightly dazed, Wen Chengze quickly reacted, struggling to dodge the crowd.
Once this wave of people passed, Wen Chengze finally breathed a sigh of relief, his gaze then uncontrollably drifting toward the direction behind him.
Amidst a crowd of fanatical fans, a single person stood head and shoulders above the rest. That person wore a face mask so his features were obscured, dressed entirely in black from head to toe, making it truly impossible to see what he looked like. Having lost interest, Wen Chengze withdrew his gaze and pulled his suitcase forward.
He could finally leave this place.
Yet after taking a few steps, he paused again.
Zhong Mohan, that person who had swept up the Grand Slam of international film awards?
Even though he rarely paid attention to entertainment news, he was not unfamiliar with that name.
No wonder he could command such massive influence.
Yet even with such a massive movie star, it did nothing to alter Wen Chengze's currently abysmal mood.
If not for this person, he wouldn't have had to face so many people.
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