Things were fairly harmonious between Lu Xiaoxiao and Ji Yunhuai, but elsewhere, the atmosphere between a certain father and son of the Ji Corporation was entirely different.
Outside the VIP passage of the airport's international arrivals hall, a black luxury sedan sat silently in its designated spot. Inside, Ji Cheng leaned back in the rear seat, his expression thunderous. His fingers tapped unconsciously against his knee, their rhythm betraying his agitation and impatience.
Beyond the window, the sky was darkening, heavy clouds closing in, mirroring his mood.
Fang Youcheng and Ji Yunhuai had returned on the same flight. Ji Yunhuai had gone straight to see Lu Xiaoxiao, while Ji Cheng had come here specifically to pick up the son who had botched his plans.
Fang Youcheng emerged from the passage, pulling his suitcase behind him. He wore simple business-casual clothes, and his face showed the fatigue of a long flight, but unease and apprehension were even more evident in his eyes. Almost immediately, he spotted the familiar car and the indistinct yet intimidating figure inside.
Fang Youcheng's heart sank. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down before walking toward the car.
The driver got out and respectfully took his suitcase, placing it in the trunk.
Fang Youcheng opened the rear door, bent down, and climbed in. The interior was spacious and the air-conditioning was turned up high, yet neither did anything to dispel the invisible, suffocating tension.
"Dad..." Fang Youcheng greeted him quietly, his voice carrying a barely perceptible tremor.
Ji Cheng did not respond right away. He did not even glance at him, his gaze still fixed on the streets flashing past the window. Only his fingers stopped tapping against his knee. That deliberate silence was more unnerving than an outright reprimand.
The car pulled