Meanwhile, outside Terminal 3 at Yicheng Airport.
Qin Chuxia and Qin Churan were standing by the roadside.
An imposing convoy of black Rolls-Royces was parked nearby, drawing glances from passersby. A composed man in his thirties, dressed in a sharp suit, was trying helplessly to reason with Qin Chuxia. He was her cousin, Xia Bingbao.
Qin Chuxia hung up and waved impatiently at Xia Bingbao. "All right, all right, go do your own thing! I told you someone's coming to pick us up. Stop standing around here!"
Xia Bingbao said with a headache, "Have mercy on me, princess. Your aunt gave me strict orders to get you safely to my house! If I leave you at the airport, she'll skin me alive!"
"Oh, come on! What's a little beating when your cousin's lifelong happiness is at stake?" Qin Chuxia said, utterly convinced she was in the right.
Xia Bingbao was instantly startled. "Lifelong happiness? Who is he? There's someone like that in Yicheng? Perfect, I'll check him out for you!"
Qin Chuxia blushed and pushed him hard toward the convoy. "Next time! Just go! Don't get in my way!"
Unable to win against her, Xia Bingbao could only leave with the convoy.
As soon as Xia Bingbao left, Qin Chuxia turned and glared at Qin Churan, who had been enjoying the show. "Why are you still here? Aren't you supposed to report to the Yicheng Criminal Police Unit? What are you hanging around for?"
Qin Churan folded her arms, her face expressionless. "I'm due to report tomorrow morning."
Qin Chuxia bristled instantly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Qin Churan, I'm warning you! Don't you dare get any ideas about Chen Lin!"
Qin Churan let out an exasperated laugh and rolled her eyes, her words cutting. "Qin