But what was strange was...
Little Xingxing kept holding Xia Yangyang’s hand.
Even when she saw Mrs. Wilson over there wearing sunglasses, she didn’t rush over like a child would upon seeing their mother.
It wasn’t until everyone had stopped walking.
The director began to introduce everyone: "This is Mrs. Wilson, Miss Gong. For the next part, she’ll be joining us for the show’s recording."
Only then did Gong Xue’er take off her sunglasses, revealing a poised smile. "You can all just call Xue’er. After all, Mrs. Wilson is a title from my past. Since I’m new here, I’ll need everyone’s attention and care during the journey."
The others politely greeted her.
Finally, it was Xia Yangyang and Gu Qichen’s turn.
Gong Xue’er smiled warmly, "Yangyang, we et again."
Throughout the trip, Xia Yangyang had been ntally preparing herself.
Since there was no way to avoid it, she might as well face it directly.
Besides, why should she be afraid of Gong Xue’er?
Also, this was a reality show, with caras constantly hovering nearby.
Gong Xue’er was now most concerned about protecting her reputation. In front of so many eyes, what could she possibly do?
At the mont when Xia Yangyang and Gong Xue’er locked eyes, Xia Yangyang felt her heart unexpectedly steadied.
Xia Yangyang also presented a graceful smile, "Yes, what a coincidence. I didn’t expect to see you here. We’ll have to get along well moving forward."
"Yangyang, I brought you a gift. Once we’re on the island, you’ll definitely like it."
"Really? I’ll look forward to it."
The two of them wore polite smiles, appearing like old friends exchanging pleasantries.
Yet to outsiders, sothing felt subtly off, though it was hard to pinpoint what.
Between them, there didn’t seem to be the intimacy one would expect between actual friends.
Their words seed layered with invisible competition.
Furthermore, everyone intentionally paid attention to Mr. Gu’s expression.
Although Mr. Gu’s eyes were always unreadable, ever since he laid eyes on this Mrs. Wilson, his entire deanor exuded a chilling, intimidating presence.
When it ca to Xia Yangyang, he instinctively displayed protective behavior.
Still, at the outset, no one paid much attention to these subtle details.
Instead, their focus was entirely on Little Xingxing.
Why didn’t Little Xingxing show any reaction upon seeing her biological mother?
Everyone speculated that perhaps the child hadn’t grown up by her mother’s side.
After all, Little Xingxing was only four years old.
During those years Mrs. Wilson was married to Mr. Wilson, the existence of this child had never been publicly revealed.
Gong Xue’er waved at Little Xingxing and called, "Xingxing, co to Mommy."
Only then did Little Xingxing let go of Xia Yangyang’s hand, walking over in tiny steps.
Even then, there wasn’t much visible excitent or joy on her face.
Gong Xue’er took hold of Little Xingxing’s hand, then turned to the director and said, "Let’s get going."
What Xia Yangyang hadn’t expected was that the group would be traveling on Gong Xue’er’s private jet.
The luxury of the private jet was staggering.
Each section was a private cabin, and every cabin even included an independent bathroom and a well-equipped mini dining area.
Thus, during the ten-plus-hour flight, the guests were exceptionally comfortable.
Other than alti, Xia Yangyang spent most of the ti asleep.
The truth was, she wasn’t entirely worry-free either.
But Xia Yangyang understood all too well.
Even if she was worried, it wouldn’t do her any good.
Rather than constantly fretting over soone else’s sches or worrying about events that had yet to unfold...
She might as well live in the mont and make the most of each and every second right now.
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