There’s no direct flight from the filming location to Cannes. Normally, the journey starts from the filming location to Yancheng, then a direct flight from Yancheng to Paris, and a transfer from Paris.
By the ti the flight reached Yancheng, it was already nine in the morning. Xia Siyu had been dozing fitfully on the plane for two hours and was very irritable. They waited another hour before boarding the Emirates flight departing from Yancheng.
The first-class cabin of this plane has a completely private space, with a double bed for two to relax, and a lounge outside. Aside from the privacy, the most crucial aspect is—the flight attendants might be French or from the UAE, hardly recognizing them, so they aren’t worried about being watched.
But to be safe, Xia Siyu and Bo Yan each booked first-class separately, with her and Wei Jingjing, and Bo Yan and Song Fengzhi. It goes without saying, once on the plane, they swapped places.
As soon as she boarded, Xia Siyu fell into a deep sleep, drooling. Although sleeping on the plane doesn’t match the quality of resting in a room, Xia Siyu opted for quantity over quality, sleeping through most of the ten-plus hours flight.
Beside them, Wei Jingjing and Song Fengzhi had developed a good rapport. Ever since Xia Siyu and Bo Yan beca closely linked, they too frequently got chances to interact. It couldn’t be helped; celebrities need to balance love and work, leaving those behind the scenes to support and cover for each other. Although personally they might not see eye to eye, work is work, and personal ties are personal ties.
For instance, now, the two were taking turns sleeping. Wei Jingjing rested first, while Song Fengzhi lay on the sofa, planning to switch after a few hours.
There was a benefit to this arrangent: soone’s really managed to blend in on this flight.
This person was Bo Yan’s stealthy fan, as so big fans in support clubs might leak the schedule. Bo Yan hasn’t allowed many people to greet him at airports lately, but he was going to Cannes, and the timing was quite fixed. This stealthy fan was robustly determined, actually chartering the sa Emirates flight as them, flying to Paris together.
During the ten-plus hours journey, the stealthy fan used this ti to browse economy class first, couldn’t find them, then snuck into business class, and finally moved onto first class.
As she pushed open the first-class cabin door, Song Fengzhi got startled. Initially, he thought it was a flight attendant and was about to reprimand her, but instead, she rushed in with her phone directed at him.
Song Fengzhi, having been with Bo Yan for a long ti, was well-known among many stealthy fans. Seeing him resting outside filled her with joy.
It seed Bo Yan was indeed in this cabin; she hadn’t searched wrong!
Song Fengzhi quickly got up, pre-emptively blocking the path to the bedroom door, asking her, "Who are you?"
Then he turned around and pressed the call bell.
But this stealthy fan was indeed nimble, attempting to charge straight into the room!
In a critical mont, Song Fengzhi yelled urgently, "Brother Yan, don’t co out, there’s a stealthy fan!" Then imdiately blocking her way, his voice stern: "If you don’t leave now, I’ll report you to the police. When the flight attendants arrive, you won’t escape!"
Unexpectedly, the stealthy fan reacted quickly, pushing further inside while shouting, "Help!"
Eventually, the flight crew arrived, managing to coax the stealthy fan out. Inside, Wei Jingjing also heard the commotion, but she refrained from coming out. How could she explain if she did—she was sleeping here, so what about Bo Yan?
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