The layout inside the private plane was completely different from a regular commercial flight.
Moreover, Sangqiao had not flown on any other private planes.
As he walked slowly through the aisle amidst the entire crew's salutes, entering the cabin door, there was a somewhat unreal feeling.
The cabin space was large, divided into two compartments.
Gray carpet spread across the floor, a set of off-white leather sofas and a dining table were arranged on one side.
The dining table was fully equipped, and the gold-rimmed goblets gleamed.
Two flight attendants followed Sangqiao with utmost courtesy, standing at the compartment door, wearing sweet smiles: "Mr. Sang, this is your maiden voyage on this newly acquired aircraft. We are delighted to serve you. Allow me to give you a brief introduction to the functions and features of this plane."
Sangqiao: "……"
Other trainees from Class A followed the cabin crew and boarded the plane.
Upon hearing this, everyone was surprised, "Sangqiao, you've spent money! We could have just had a performance next door. Did you have to buy a new plane instead of flying with others on a commercial flight?"
Sangqiao: "……"
I'm not.
I didn't.
I don't have money.
Another trainee reached out to touch the interior of the plane, "Sangqiao, can I lick it? This might be my only time flying on this."
The last trainee who came in hugged the massage chair, sighed and looked up, "Ah! What's making me sleepless tonight, is the issue of wealth!"
Sangqiao: "……"
The smile on the flight attendant's face didn't change a bit in its curvature, and she gently bowed to Sangqiao, "Your aircraft has passed completely through safety checks and has permission for domestic and international flights."
"There are rest, entertainment, and dining areas in the cabin. The rest area is already equipped with a projection screen and a Simmons round bed. The entertainment area can provide KTV services, and dining options include both Chinese and Western cuisine. You may order as you please."
Sangqiao: "……"
Sorry.
So, this is the kind of life you wealthy people live every day.
Sangqiao, feeling burdened by thoughts, was guided by the flight attendant to sit down on the large sofa in the cabin. He glanced at the trainees around him, hesitating to ask what was going on with this plane.
While he was still hesitant, another flight attendant came swaying over with a tray: "Mr. Sang and gentlemen, due to the short flight time, please have some freshly cut fruits first. What beverages would you like?"
Yi Chu was also on this flight. At this moment, he sat beside Sangqiao with crossed legs and said, "Give me orange juice, and a cup of grape juice for Mr. Sang."
Sangqiao: "???"
Sangqiao raised his head and shook it at the flight attendant, "I don't want grape juice, do you have cola?"
The flight attendant smiled, "I'm sorry, Mr. Sang, we currently do not have carbonated beverages on this flight. If you don't like freshly squeezed grape juice, we can also prepare apples, strawberries, watermelon…"
Sangqiao: "Forget it… I'll have the grape juice."
Yi Chu clearly had more experience in flying on private planes than Sangqiao. First, he invited the other trainees from Class A to sit down on the large leather sofa and then turned on the KTV lights.
Then he called the flight attendant and expertly ordered the dinner menu.
The lunch in the dining hall was Chinese, so Yi Chu ordered a Western-style dinner.
Not too much and not too little.
All were Sangqiao's favorite dishes.
Fresh and tender sashimi, sliced to a thickness of 1.8 centimeters, with exquisite plating and accompanied by lemon and mint.
A whole blue lobster was prepared for each person, with the snow-white meat facing up, except for one, which was placed in front of Sangqiao.
The flight attendant adjusted the position of the lobster's head for Sangqiao: "Mr. Sang, this Emperor Blue Lobster is the best of the live-caught Blue Lobsters from the three-star Michelin in Beicheng. Please enjoy and congratulations on your new plane."
Sangqiao: "……"
Sangqiao almost choked on the water, nearly choking himself to death. After a while, he stiffly said, "Th-thank you."
Sashimi was paired with sake.
Small sake cups were prepared on board, and the low-alcohol liquid was poured into the gilded footed glassware.
A trainee sitting beside Sangqiao patted his shoulder, "Bro, no wonder you were so calm during the heated discussions before. With your family background, were you just here to have some fun on the show?"
Another trainee across the table raised his wine glass, "Anyway, thanks to Sangqiao. We are all benefiting from you this time. Not only did we fly on such a good plane, but we also enjoyed a great meal. Haha! A toast to you!"
Sangqiao: "……"
Sangqiao doesn't drink.
Except at social gatherings where he can't avoid taking a sip or two, he never voluntarily touches a drop of alcohol.
Not because he doesn't like drinking, but because drinking conflicts with the medication he takes, and the consequences would keep him awake for several nights.
Sangqiao then pursed his lips, pretended to lift the cup, and then put it back.
The small porcelain cup had just landed on the table.
Jiang Tong, who was sitting next to him, chuckled and turned his head with a smirk, "Yu Yang, isn't this like asking for something and then rejecting it? If you finish your drink, he'll raise a glass for you."
However, the trainee obviously had no intention of engaging in conversation. He politely said, "It's okay. I told him to do as he likes. Zheng, I came here to compete seriously. You don't need to provoke me."
Zheng remained silent. He had been upset on the way to the airport, and now he felt even more frustrated.
He pushed the sushi platter in front of him forcefully. The sushi fell to the ground, and the plate rolled on the carpet, coming to a stop at the edge of the cabin, making a loud noise.
The sound of the collision immediately attracted the attention of the two flight attendants and the purser who were waiting by the cabin door.
The purser quickly understood the situation and, with a stern expression, showed Zheng his air travel management certificate. "Sir, although this is a private aircraft, if your behavior violates aviation regulations or causes harm to others, I still have the authority to report you layer by layer, which could ultimately affect your flying privileges. I hope you will be careful in your actions."
Zheng remained silent.
This time, he didn't say a word until the plane landed.
The arranged car took the trainees back to the hotel they had previously booked. The hotel was not far from the stadium where the first performance was to be held.
When they got off the car, Yi Chu pulled Sang Qiao back, so the two were left behind.
Yi Chu changed into a casual outfit and put on a hat. As they walked, he teased Sang Qiao, "Surprised? Yesterday you were a pauper, and today you're flying a plane."
Sang Qiao looked at the fishing hat on Yi Chu's head and nodded, "Yes, I'm amazed at myself."
Yi Chu pulled his hat down. "The meal boxes on the plane were arranged by Fu Xingzhou and delivered by a Michelin three-star chef just five minutes before you boarded."
Sang Qiao remained silent.
Yi Chu clicked his tongue, "Don't say I'm not a good friend. The carbonated drinks on the plane were also thrown down by your husband."
Sang Qiao remained silent.
Yi Chu kept teasing Sang Qiao, "Do you know how much the plane costs?"
Sang Qiao honestly shook his head.
Yi Chu said, "Never mind, I'm afraid it'll scare you."
Sang Qiao remained silent.
"Are you really happy with this?"
The two walked back to the hotel from the airport shuttle. On the way, Yi Chu enthusiastically promoted the 360 benefits of Fu Xingzhou, from his handsome features to his prowess in bed.
When they met Fang Yuzhou at the hotel entrance, Yi Chu was earnestly telling Sang Qiao about how Fu Xingzhou's usual fitness regime could achieve seven times a night.
Fang Yuzhou seemed to be waiting for Sang Qiao and smiled when he saw him, "Qiao Qiao?"
Yi Chu saw that he was not backing down and added, "A small-faced person like Fang Yuzhou probably won't last more than fifteen seconds with him!"
Sang Qiao looked at Fang Yuzhou with a numb expression, "Do you have something to say?"
Fang Yuzhou seemed to be a little concerned about Yi Chu but ultimately didn't say anything directly, "I'd like to treat you to some milk tea. What flavor would you like?"
Milk tea! Sang Qiao's eyes lit up.
Before he could speak, Yi Chu interjected from the side, "You want to have milk tea tomorrow too? Do you want Sang Qiao to gain weight?"
Fang Yuzhou smiled, "Yi Laoshi, you're overthinking it. Sang Qiao and I both have a lean physique and won't gain weight."
Yi Chu gave a meaningful look to Sang Qiao.
Sang Qiao remained silent.
Sorry, brother. I'm not afraid of Yi Chu. I'm more afraid of him telling Fu Xingzhou.
Sang Qiao sighed sadly, "Forget it, I won't have it. If there's something, just say it here."
After a few seconds, Fang Yuzhou did not insist and said normally, "It's about the post on Weibo about our relationship... I'm sorry, I was in the training room that evening and didn't go to the dormitory to get my phone, nor did I see it."
Sangqiao's eyes were round and sincere, comforting Fang Yuzhou, "Oh, it's okay, mostly people are just criticizing me. They haven't criticized you, so you don't need to worry too much."
Fang Yuzhou: "......"
Yi Chu: "......"
Sangqiao's words left Fang Yuzhou at a loss, "Qiaoqiao, that's not what I meant... I wanted to say that my fans attacked you online, I apologize to you, I'm really sorry."
Sangqiao suddenly realized what was going on and waved his hand, "Ah, it's okay, I didn't feel bad about being criticized! Your fans really defend you, it's great."
After hesitating for two seconds, Fang Yuzhou reached out and quickly rubbed Sangqiao's head, "Anyway, this kind of thing won't happen again in the future, I will protect you."
Sangqiao: "???"
Yi Chu: "??????"
Is he treating him like a dead person?!
Yi Chu immediately coughed heavily, "Fang Yuzhou, I'm still standing here, what do you want to say to Sangqiao?"
Fang Yuzhou remained calm and unfazed, put his hand back in his pocket, grinned and said, "Teacher Yi is highly capable and good-looking, he doesn't need protection, I'm going to training, see you tonight, Qiaoqiao."
Sangqiao: "......"
What a strange person.
Seeing Sangqiao staring at Fang Yuzhou's back, Yi Chu hurriedly filled in the gaps, "Sangqiao, think about your husband, rich, handsome, and generous, this white face only knows how to talk nonsense. Go on, let's go back to the room."
Sangqiao: "......"
Back to the room.
Going back to the room was good, there was no overly flamboyant Fang Yuzhou, nor the professional flattery of Yi Chu.
Quiet.
Sangqiao sat in the room for a while, then secretly checked the price of a private jet on his phone.
Then.
Logged into his account and counted.
It's doable.
With a 20% discount, he could buy half a plane wing.
The entire plane was almost within reach.
The poor Sangqiao spread out on the bed in a starfish position.
Just as he closed his eyes, the phone in his hand rang.
Sangqiao glanced at the caller.
Answered the call.
The voice of Sang Chongde came through the phone: "Sangqiao, did you ask about the matter I told you to ask Mr. Fu?"
Sangqiao's expression remained unexpectedly calm: "No."
Sang Chongde was not happy: "I asked you to find out within a week, it's been almost three weeks, and you still haven't asked? Are we going to let others make money and we lose money?"
Sangqiao lay still: "You and I are not the same."
Sang Chongde seemed to slam the table, making a heavy, muffled sound: "I'm your father!"
Sangqiao smirked.
Sang Chongde took a deep breath, as if reluctantly controlling himself: "Yesterday, Fang Wei, your mother! Tried to escape from the hospital again, she was stunned by an electric net and brought back, the hospital is asking for money again."
Sangqiao calmly replied: "Just pay it."
Sang Chongde smiled: "That's why dad wants you to talk to Mr. Fu as soon as possible and get that piece of land for our family. When dad has money, he can treat your mother. Your mother's guardianship is in my hands, I am responsible for her, right?"
Sangqiao did not speak.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Sang Chongde's mask of control began to slip: "I'll give you three days, if you don't talk to Fu Xingzhou, I won't be able to do anything about your mother's situation!"
This time, Sangqiao finally spoke.
He said, "Then let her die, she'll be free."
Sang Chongde was stunned for a moment and almost thought he had misheard: "What did you say?!"
"I've already lived in this state, I can't care about others."
Sangqiao smiled lightly, "Sang Chongde, when you are buried too, she might come looking for you again. Are you afraid?"
Sang Chongde: "......"
Whether it was due to Sangqiao's tone, even though it was a bright sunny day, Sang Chongde shuddered and immediately hung up the phone.
A murmuring sound came from the phone.
Sang Qiao, lying on the bed, suddenly straightened up and stood quietly by the window for a while.
He turned around, went back to the bed, and carefully counted the pills, taking them with hot water.
He quickly fell asleep.
Meanwhile, in another presidential suite.
Yi Chu played a game while dialing Fu Xingzhou's phone.
The call connected.
Yi Chu quickly paused the game and earnestly reported to Fu Xingzhou, "Brother, rest assured! Little sister-in-law ate a whole lobster on the plane today, a bowl of vegetable porridge, drank two cups of grape juice, ate a banana, and went to the bathroom twice!"
Fu Xingzhou, who was still at the company even though he was discharged from the hospital today, nodded slightly. "The car is waiting for you to come back. Ask Raven for the keys."
Yi Chu was moved to tears and exclaimed, "I'm grateful to you, my brother!"
Fu Xingzhou: "......"
Fu Xingzhou's tone sounded disdainful as if it could overflow the communication line. "Scram."
Yi Chu: "......"
After thinking about the sports car he was about to get for a few seconds, Yi Chu remembered something, "Oh, brother, there's another thing, also related to the little sister-in-law."
Fu Xingzhou: "Go on."
Yi Chu pondered for a while. "I think, uh, I don't know how to say it... I just feel that Sang Qiao's way of thinking is different from ours, not like us ordinary people. Do you have this feeling too?"
Fu Xingzhou paused the pen he was signing with. "What do you mean?"
Yi Chu adjusted his posture, "Okay, I'll give you an example. Today, he and I met Fang Yuzhou at the hotel entrance, and that kid apologized to Sang Qiao for the previous Weibo CP thing."
Fu Xingzhou: "And then?"
Yi Chu continued, "We would definitely think of ourselves first, right? It's human nature, isn't it? But Sang Qiao is different. He thinks of others first, not just in this matter, but I've found that he does things like this in general."
"It's as if he doesn't consider himself worth mentioning, without any emotions or reactions."
"Brother, even when I analyze it myself, I think there's something wrong with his personality!"