“It’s been a while. I only recently started working this flight. Running into you here is quite the coincidence,” Li Xinyi worked hard to keep her smile intact, though her heart felt sour and heavy.
As a flight attendant in business class, she had already received the passenger list before boarding began.
The card in her hand detailed the seating arrangents and passenger information, enabling her to provide more personalized service later.
When she saw the familiar na earlier, she had been surprised and decided to check it out.
She hadn’t expected it to really be her forr college classmate, Lin Muxue.
Noticing Li Xinyi’s expression, Lin Muxue’s smile widened.
“It is quite the coincidence. By the way, let’s swap into slippers—it’s exhausting wearing high heels,” she said casually as she sat in her seat. Crossing her legs slightly, she elegantly removed her heels with a grace that resembled a sharp, high-intellect woman.
Li Xinyi bit her lip, smiled, and crouched down so that their eye levels were similar. She carefully placed Lin Muxue’s heels to the side and helped her into her slippers.
Glancing at the Valentino Triple Rings high heels worth nearly 9,000 yuan, then at the Four Ti Zones watch on Lin Muxue’s wrist, not to ntion the LV Cap bag beside her, Li Xinyi couldn’t help but feel a wave of jealousy.
Sitting in business class wasn’t a big deal—it only cost a little over 2,000 yuan with a discount.
But this ensemble of luxury items was truly intimidating. Li Xinyi knew her brands and could tell at a glance that these were genuine.
“Are the size and comfort okay?” As soone recently promoted to business class, Li Xinyi worked hard to stay polite and enthusiastic.
“They’re fine, thank you,” Lin Muxue nodded lightly, crossing her legs and leaning back. “Qianqian, you can change into slippers too. The nu is over there—take a look and see if there’s anything you’d like to eat.”
Zhao Yaqian accepted the slippers from the flight attendant, changed her shoes, and imdiately pulled out her phone. She snapped a photo and began updating Tang Song on their travel itinerary.
Li Xinyi hesitated before asking, “Muxue, what are you heading to Shanghai for this ti?”
Lin Muxue gripped the armrest, her eyes glinting with anticipation. She’d been waiting for this question!
Resting her hand on her thigh, she chuckled softly. “My bestie and I were invited to Hers’ private event in Shanghai. We’re also attending the opening ceremony of the Shanghai International Film Festival. It’s going to be a packed schedule.”
Her tone was calm, but her raised lips betrayed her excitent. She lightly traced her nails over her skin and glanced at Li Xinyi.
Sure enough, Li Xinyi’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re… going to the film festival?”
Over a year had passed since Li Xinyi last heard about Lin Muxue. She hadn’t expected her to climb to such heights.
Hers mber? Attending a film festival? She must be bluffing!
Lin Muxue’s smile brightened. “Yes, although I’ll be staying in Shanghai for four or five days at the Bulgari Hotel in the JA district. Feel free to co by if you have ti.”
This college classmate of hers had only ever been an acquaintance. In fact, they’d even had so minor conflicts, mutually blocking each other on social dia.
When Lin Muxue heard that Li Xinyi had moved up to business class, she’d felt a pang of envy.
Becoming a business class flight attendant required at least two years of service, passing various assessnts, and excelling in one’s role—a process that ca with higher pay and better benefits.
She knew Li Xinyi well enough to doubt her abilities. It was likely Li had used connections to secure the position.
If Lin Muxue had those sa connections back then, she could’ve joined a major airline too, instead of slogging through low-tier modeling gigs and social dia content creation.
Now that she had “made it” alongside Zhao Yaqian, she couldn’t wait to show off.
Li Xinyi, still crouched, felt numb. Looking up at the triumphant glint in Lin Muxue’s eyes, she bit her lip and said, “Quite a few of our old classmates live in Shanghai. I happen to have the weekend off—how about we gather whoever’s free for a get-together?”
She couldn’t stand Lin Muxue’s behavior and wanted to dig deeper into whether her claims were true.
Back in college, Lin Muxue was notorious for being stingy. Her family wasn’t well-off, and she often worked part-ti jobs.
During their senior year, Lin had suddenly started pretending to be soone she wasn’t, occasionally buying counterfeit designer items.
Li Xinyi found it hard to believe that soone like her could truly rise to this level.
“Sure, let’s coordinate on WeChat,” Lin Muxue replied with a nonchalant smile.
“Alright, call if you need anything.” Li Xinyi excused herself and walked away.
Watching her leave, Lin Muxue smirked.
This ti, she wasn’t sharing a “shared luxury experience” with so “elite socialites” but was genuinely attending high-end events and staying at a five-star hotel.
On top of that, everything she wore was authentically luxurious.
Now, she was no longer the struggling girl from before—she was “Emperor Muxue,” holding her imperial weapon, ready to dominate anyone in her path!
Rembering the old classmates who once looked down on her, she grinned. A few slaps in their faces would feel imnsely satisfying.
The thought made her wiggle in excitent.
Leaning back into the soft and comfortable business-class seat, the powerful thrust of the engine grew stronger as the aircraft surged forward. A distinct pushback sensation enveloped her as the plane climbed steadily, its body vibrating slightly with the ascent.
Seated by the window, Zhao Yaqian gazed outside. The scenery below rapidly receded, with the ground’s buildings and runway becoming smaller and smaller in her eyes. The clouds, pure white like snow, resembled rolling mountains illuminated in golden light by the sun.
The city's outlines shrank into colorful little blocks, and the roads and buildings intertwined into a complex yet orderly pattern. It was a view she had never seen before, filling her with an indescribable sense of grandeur.
At just 19, Zhao Yaqian hadn’t experienced much. Before graduating high school, she had spent her life in her hotown, a small county, only venturing as far as the nearby city. Later, with equal parts excitent and trepidation, she moved to Yan City to train as a novice beautician. To establish herself, she had worked tirelessly.
She had never imagined a day like this would co—riding in a Maybach, flying business class, staying in a five-star hotel, attending an Hers event.
This was an entirely new world to her, brimming with beauty and joy.
As the plane reached cruising altitude, she connected to the WiFi and recorded a short video for Tang Song.
She captioned it: “Brother, I’ve left Yan City. I won’t see you for a few days, and I already miss you.”
After sending the ssage, she opened her photo gallery and found Tang Song’s pictures. Adjusting her seat for comfort, she flipped through them one by one, her expressions alternating between nostalgia, smiles, and bashful glances.
Ding!
【Brother Song: selfie.jpg】
【Brother Song: “Beautician friend, have fun in Shanghai and take good care of yourself. When we et again, don’t end up begging for rcy in bed.”】
Zhao Yaqian’s pale face instantly turned a deep shade of red as mories of the previous night flooded her mind.
Biting her plump lips, she typed forcefully: “Programr friend, I was just too nervous last night in the new house. Next ti we et, I’ll definitely have you begging for rcy.”
【Tang Song: “Good, very good! It seems the lesson I gave you wasn’t enough!”】
“Ugh—” Zhao Yaqian bit her right index finger, her body trembling slightly.
“Qianqian, are you okay? Do you feel unwell?” Lin Muxue noticed her unusual behavior and quickly asked with concern.
Blushing, Zhao Yaqian shook her head. “No, no, I’m fine. Just chatting with my boyfriend.”
Lin Muxue paused for a mont, then said softly, “Oh, I ordered a fruit tart. Let’s share it when it arrives.”
“Okay, thanks, Xiaoxue,” Zhao Yaqian replied before turning her attention back to her phone.
Imagining the possible “punishnt” awaiting her, she bit her lip and typed: “Brother, I know I was wrong.”
【Tang Song: “Qianqian, your apology lacks sincerity.”】
Zhao Yaqian, her face burning, glanced around to ensure no one was watching. She angled her phone cara toward the hem of her black pencil skirt, took a quick photo, and sent it with the caption: “Daddy, I really know I was wrong.”
anwhile, next to her, Lin Muxue was sharing her business-class and Maybach experiences in the “Socialite Group Chat.” However, she couldn’t help but notice the beautician’s little move.
Her eyes sparkled as she opened her front cara, took a selfie of her legs, and sent it to Tang Song with the caption: “I’ve recently learned a leg-toning exercise. What do you think of the results?”
She’d heard from Qianqian that Tang Song had a particular fondness for legs, often unable to keep his hands off them. Lin Muxue had confidence in her own legs, too.
Though not as impossibly long and shapely as Qianqian’s “wine-glass legs,” her legs were a forr model’s pride—long, straight, rounded thighs, firm and elastic calves, flawless in proportion.
Buzz buzz buzz—
【Tang Song: “The results are great, and your legs are beautiful. Keep it up.”】
Seeing his reply, Lin Muxue’s eyes lit up with joy as she clenched her phone excitedly.
Her heart raced. The heartthrob replied so quickly and even complinted my legs. Could he be falling for ?
For a mont, her mood soared to unprecedented heights, and the world seed even more wonderful.
At 5 PM, the plane landed at Shanghai Pudong International Airport.
The two won disembarked, retrieved their luggage first, and strode toward the exit.
With her height and long legs, Zhao Yaqian imdiately spotted her na on a greeting sign held high by a middle-aged woman at the front of the crowd. The sign read:
“Esteed Ms. Zhao Yaqian, Welco to Shanghai.”
After eting the pickup personnel, they were guided out of the airport.
Parked at the roadside was a luxurious business vehicle—sleek, dignified, and brimming with prestige. Its vertical chro grille, intricate lines, and iconic emblem exuded gravitas. It was a rcedes-Benz seven-seater MPV.
Standing beside the glossy black Benz was a brawny man in a black suit and sunglasses, his imposing presence deterring any thoughts of trouble.
As the assistant and chauffeur took their luggage, Lin Muxue took a deep breath. Her eyes scanned the crowd, noting their envious and astonished gazes. She pulled out her phone to start recording a vlog.
The electric door of the MPV slid open, and the warm glow of a welco light illuminated the ground. Lin Muxue stepped inside.
The interior was even more lavish than she had imagined, clearly customized. The dual-tone deep blue and amber brown decor was refined and luxurious to the extre. Two independent airline seats, a starlit ceiling, vibrant ambient lighting, and plush premium carpeting completed the look.
As she reclined in the seat, basking in the cool air and activating the pneumatic massage function, Lin Muxue’s face flushed with excitent.
Tang Song’s family trust was truly impressive! Everything was arranged to perfection in Shanghai—an assistant, a chauffeur-bodyguard, and a custom luxury vehicle. The sense of security was unmatched.
This was her first ti experiencing such opulence in Shanghai, despite having visited the city dozens of tis before. She couldn’t help but fantasize about the carefree life she would lead if she beca Tang Song’s woman.
Click—Click.
The car doors closed softly, and the black Benz smoothly drove away.
From the front passenger seat, the middle-aged female assistant spoke gently, “Ms. Zhao, Ms. Lin, I’m Su Zhuyun, the assistant responsible for your itinerary.”
Not far away, inside a Bentley.
“So, what’s your impression of her now that you’ve seen her in person?” Mo Xiangwan turned her head to the woman in the passenger seat.
The woman wore a simple white T-shirt, skinny jeans, and sneakers, with a plain baseball cap perched on her head. The slightly open neckline of her T-shirt revealed a sliver of a long, graceful neck, her skin as smooth and luminous as white jade.
Her legs were straight as if drawn with a compass, her waist slim, and her hips full and rounded—her proportions near perfection.
“Her legs are longer than mine,” the woman murmured, biting her lip. Her lowered gaze shimred with tears, glistening like moonlit ripples on a lake.
Mo Xiangwan shook her head, exasperated. “You can’t seriously believe that’s the issue?”
“No, I just don’t know what to say… or what I did wrong,” the woman replied, biting her lip harder as she gazed at the departing Maybach.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. I refuse to believe Tang doesn’t like you. He’s written so many songs and scripts for you. The gifts he’s given you are worth far more than what he’s given Zhao Yaqian.”
Mo Xiangwan looked at her with pity.
The woman had superior bone structure, exquisite features, and an ethereal beauty that radiated elegance.
She was a classic “goddess-level” beauty, flawless in every way—enchanting enough to captivate even won.
As long as Tang Song wasn’t confused about his preferences, it was impossible for him not to be attracted to her.
“Su Yu, honestly, I think she’s no threat to you,” Mo Xiangwan said as she gently ran her fingers through Su Yu’s thick, glossy hair. “Once you spend more ti around her, you’ll see what I an. She’s probably just a pawn Tang is using to balance things between you and Director Jin.”
Su Yu closed her eyes softly. “Let’s go, Xiangwan.”
“Alright.”
The towering skyscrapers slid by as the Maybach navigated through the bustling urban jungle, finally arriving at the Bulgari Hotel.
On the way, Lin Muxue held Zhao Yaqian’s hand, excitedly introducing her to the renowned luxury hotel they were about to check into.
Located beside the Suhe Bay, the hotel boasted stunning river views, with only 82 rooms, all furnished with custom Italian interiors.
After completing the check-in process, the hotel staff escorted them to the 45th floor.
When the hidden grille door was opened, the iconic Shanghai skyline imdiately filled the floor-to-ceiling windows—the Shanghai Tower, the Shanghai World Financial Center, and the Jin Mao Tower stood tall in the distance.
The room’s exquisite, luxurious design made Lin Muxue’s eyes light up. The treatnt far exceeded her expectations.
A 124-square-ter Deluxe Bund River View Suite, priced at 17,000 yuan per night.
It was almost unimaginable that they would be staying here for four nights.
After settling their luggage, Lin Muxue and Zhao Yaqian eagerly explored the suite, snapping pictures as they went.
To the right of the door was a large bookshelf containing books on the history of Bulgari.
The living room housed a beautifully designed liquor cabinet, stocked with complintary soft drinks and snacks.
The bedroom vanity ca with a built-in lighting feature, and the toiletries were all Bulgari-branded. Official source is novｅlfire
For over ten minutes, the two wandered through the suite, taking in every detail before finally settling down in the living room. Reclining on the comfortable sofa, they gazed out at the breathtaking Bund views below.
Ding dong!
The doorbell rang.
The female assistant standing at the entryway opened the door and accepted several gift boxes from a staff mber before walking into the living room.
When Lin Muxue saw the orange gift boxes in the assistant’s hands, she shot to her feet with a heavy gulp, a wild guess forming in her mind.
The assistant, wearing a warm smile, spoke softly. “Ms. Zhao, since you’ll be attending an Hers event on the 10th, Ms. Su noticed that you don’t currently own any of their bags. She specially selected one for you. Not knowing your preferences, she prepared three colors to choose from.”
She placed the three orange gift boxes on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
Thump, thump, thump. Lin Muxue’s heart felt like it might burst out of her chest.
Hers bags! Three at once! How extravagant!
She knew well that Hers bags weren’t typically sold outright. Purchases often required a “quota,” aning you’d need to buy other Hers items like furniture or clothing to qualify—often at a ratio of 1:2. For a 100,000-yuan bag, for instance, you’d need to purchase 200,000 yuan worth of other goods.
The intricate system made Hers the undisputed king of luxury brands.
To this day, Lin Muxue had never owned an Hers bag—a long-standing dream of hers.
Zhao Yaqian, both nervous and confused, asked, “Excuse , who is Ms. Su?”
The assistant replied softly, “I’m sorry, I’m unable to disclose that, but please rest assured that she holds you in high regard.”
With a slight bow, she added, “I won’t disturb your rest any further. A driver is available downstairs 24/7. If you need to go out, feel free to call.” She then left the suite, closing the door quietly behind her.
Zhao Yaqian frowned slightly, her instincts kicking in.
Ms. Su? Ms. Su?
Mo Xiangwan’s words echoed in her mind:
“Let be clear—you’ll never have him to yourself. Before you, there was already another woman.”
Zhao Yaqian’s expression faltered for a mont but quickly steadied.
Brother Song loves the most. He even made the first beneficiary of his trust fund. We’ll be together forever!
This Ms. Su can only rank behind !
Lin Muxue patted her leg excitedly. “Qianqian, open them already!”
Hesitating briefly, Zhao Yaqian opened the topmost gift box.
Inside was a sleek black handbag with evenly textured grain leather, a gleaming silver clasp, and an impeccably designed exterior.
“It’s a Birkin 30 in black and silver!” Lin Muxue’s breath quickened.
Zhao Yaqian gently ran her fingers over the bag, her eyes sparkling with delight.
She’d always loved bags, and the Birkin, Hers’ most iconic model, was no exception. Though she’d never touched one before, she’d seen them countless tis online.
Carefully, she opened the other two boxes, revealing a cherry blossom pink Birkin 30 and a golden brown one—both in high-demand colors.
Lin Muxue’s eyes filled with unabashed envy.
Three Birkin 30s! Although their retail price starts at a little over 100,000 yuan each, actually acquiring them would require spending nearly a million yuan on Hers products.
Staring at the three bags, Lin Muxue hesitated but couldn’t resist. She badly wanted to ask, “Qianqian, is there one you don’t like? Could you give it to ?”
But her pride held her back. After so internal struggle, she bit her lip and said, “Qianqian, which color do you like best?”
Zhao Yaqian stroked the cherry blossom pink Birkin 30 and smiled. “They’re all beautiful, but I’ve never had a pink bag before. This one’s my favorite.”
Lin Muxue’s gaze fixated on the black and silver togo leather Birkin. Clasping her hands, she nervously said, “For a bag like this, one is enough. I’ve always wanted an Hers bag but never got one. If I had one, I could join you for the Hers event. Qianqian, would you sell one?”
Even a secondhand Birkin like this would cost around 150,000 yuan.
Lin Muxue had a 200,000-yuan Four Ti Zones watch and an 80,000-yuan Bulgari necklace, but she lacked a statent-making Hers bag.
Now that Qianqian had three, maybe she’d be willing to part with one for 100,000 yuan.
Faced with her long-ti dream, Lin Muxue couldn’t help herself. The desire was overwhelming.
Hearing Lin Muxue’s request, Zhao Yaqian paused for a mont. Looking at the eager anticipation in her friend’s eyes, she nodded, “Alright, Xiaoxue, pick one.”
She truly saw Lin Muxue as a good friend and trusted her deeply—otherwise, she wouldn’t have brought her to Shanghai in the first place.
Lin Muxue let out a breath of relief before suddenly hugging Zhao Yaqian tightly. With a loud smooch on her cheek, she exclaid, “I love you, my dear Qianqian!”
She then grabbed the black-and-silver Birkin 30, her hands trembling with excitent.
Licking her lips, she whispered, “This one’s retail price is 105,000 yuan. I’ll transfer the money to your Alipay later.”
Her cash savings weren’t substantial, and gathering such a large sum would require liquidating her funds, which would take so ti. She also planned to sell so of her existing bags and jewelry to make up the difference.
Fortunately, she still had two high-limit credit cards, which should cover her imdiate expenses.
“There’s no rush,” Zhao Yaqian replied with a smile.
Lin Muxue hugged her again, thinking to herself that this beautician friend was simply too good.
Her thoughts surged: Qianqian, when I truly beco your sister, if any sly vixens out there dare to ss with you, I’ll crush them for you! Like this so-called Ms. Su—hmph! Once I’m on my feet, I’ll make sure she learns her place!
She indulged in her fantasy for a while before snapping back to reality.
Lin Muxue then opened her cara and took a picture of the three Birkin bags side by side. She quickly shared it in the “Socialite Group” chat and across her various social dia platforms.
As the neon lights of the city began to illuminate the skyline, Lin Muxue’s heart surged with excitent.
Shanghai’s thrilling adventures were just beginning.
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