199: Chapter 200 Can't See Anything

On the other side, Tian Xinwei, who had long since returned to her seat, appeared to be reading or resting with her eyes closed, but her mind had already wandered far away.

She glanced at her phone screen from time to time, hoping that the newly added contact might send even a single greeting. However, the chat window remained as quiet as ever.

Tian Xinwei pursed her lips, seeing the situation crystal clear in her heart.

She figured that Sister Nazha was probably pulling out all the stops to cling to Jiang Jing, so how could she possibly let him have any free time to message her?

Putting herself in those shoes, if she were Nazha, she would probably go even further, wishing she could be glued to Jiang Jing every single second.

She sighed softly, feeling no excessive jealousy or dissatisfaction, but rather an unusual sense of clarity and realization.

These female celebrities might seem glamorous and adored by the masses, but in front of true top-tier capital, besides their looks and a bit of fame, what else did they have to offer?

Beauty? Jiang Jing was never short of beauties of all kinds around him.

Fame? To Jiang Jing, it might be completely meaningless, perhaps even a burden.

Tian Xinwei was very self-aware.

She knew that for a man like Jiang Jing, if she wanted to get close to him, enter his circle, or even just gain a sliver of his favor, she couldn't count on him to make the first move. She had to take the initiative herself!

And she had to strike the right balance to avoid causing resentment.

As a latecomer, she needed even more patience and strategy.

"No rush... take it slow..." Tian Xinwei told herself silently, turning her gaze back to the rolling sea of clouds outside the window.

Time flew by.

The broadcast announced that the plane was about to land in the Magic City, requesting passengers to adjust their seatbacks and stow their tray tables.

Jiang Jing let go of Nazha, still feeling a bit unsatisfied.

She shot him a coquettish glare and swatted away his "devil's claw," which had crept onto her thigh at some unknown moment.

"We're landing, stop messing around~" she whispered, starting to tidy up her slightly disheveled clothes and hair, trying her best to look normal.

While fastening her seatbelt, Nazha secretly leaned into Jiang Jing's ear and whispered, her face flushed, using a breathy voice only the two of them could hear: "Wait... wait until you're done with your business... back at the hotel... do whatever... whatever you want..."

She knew that Jiang Jing had come to the Magic City mainly to help District Mayor Zhao Wenhao handle that important project, and business came first.

She wouldn't be so ignorant as to cling to Jiang Jing and mess around at a time like this. If she ended up delaying important matters, let alone Jiang Jing being unhappy, even Leng Ba and Sister Mi would never let her off the hook if they found out!

She still had a sense of propriety.

Upon hearing this near-promise whispered in his ear, Jiang Jing squeezed Nazha's hand. "Alright, you said it yourself. When the time comes... don't beg for mercy."

With a slight bump, the plane landed smoothly on the runway of the Magic City International Airport.

Jiang Jing walked side-by-side with Nazha, who was still fully disguised, in the jet bridge, while the female assistant followed slightly behind, in charge of pushing the luggage.

After collecting their luggage and walking into the arrival hall, the crowd noticeably increased.

Nazha subconsciously lowered her head and quickened her pace, wanting to minimize the risk of being recognized.

However, Tian Xinwei seemed to be waiting for her luggage nearby, and she immediately spotted the tall and charismatic Jiang Jing, along with the figure of Nazha beside him, despite her being bundled up tightly.

A sweet smile immediately appeared on her face, and she waved in Jiang Jing's direction from afar—a subtle gesture, but distinct enough to be noticed.

Jiang Jing saw her too and, out of politeness, smiled and nodded in response.

This simple interaction immediately made Nazha, who was beside him, vigilant, her little mouth instantly pouting high.

She quickened her pace and whispered in urgency: "Let's go, let's go, there are so many people here..."

They walked quickly through the crowd toward the airport exit.

After getting into the car, Nazha finally relaxed a little. She took off her mask and let out a long sigh, but she still clung tightly to Jiang Jing's arm, as if it were her exclusive body pillow.

"Which hotel are we going to?" Nazha asked, looking up at Jiang Jing.

"Just find any one." Jiang Jing didn't have high requirements for where he stayed, as long as it was comfortable.

He casually gave the driver in the front seat the name of a well-known hotel in the Magic City.

The car drove smoothly toward the city center.

Upon arriving at the hotel, the doorman eagerly stepped forward to open the door and take the luggage.

Jiang Jing led Nazha and the assistant straight to the front desk.

"Presidential suite, book it for a month first." Jiang Jing was concise and straight to the point, handing over a card directly.

The front desk attendant was well-trained, keeping the most professional and appropriate smile on her face. She took the card with both hands and, without any unnecessary questions or surprise, quickly began processing it: "Certainly, sir, please wait a moment."

Her gaze quickly swept over Nazha, who was wearing sunglasses and a mask beside Jiang Jing but had an outstanding figure and temperament, as well as the girl following behind who was clearly dressed as an assistant. She understood the situation immediately.

For such super VIP clients who booked a presidential suite for a month, how many female companions they brought or what the companions' identities were was not something they needed to concern themselves with.

Their core task was only one: to satisfy the client's needs and never cause the client any inconvenience.

This was the service philosophy of a top-tier hotel—many things could be flexible; rules were made for ordinary people, while privileges were always open to those with sufficient capital.

Soon, the formalities were completed, and the room key was respectfully handed over.

The front desk attendant didn't even glance at Nazha or the assistant, nor did she ask for their identification information; she simply smiled and said: "Sir, your room is ready. We wish you a pleasant stay."

The entire process was smooth, efficient, and extremely respectful of privacy.

Nazha and the assistant naturally followed Jiang Jing toward the elevator, with no one stepping forward to stop or question them.

Arriving at the presidential suite on the top floor, they opened the door, and the ultimate luxury and spaciousness came into view.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows was the bustling night view of the Magic City, with neon lights flickering and traffic flowing like a river.

Jiang Jing was long immune to such luxurious scenes. He walked straight to the super-large sofa in the living room that looked incredibly soft and comfortable, throwing himself into it without any regard for his image, and let out a satisfied sigh: "Ah... lying down is still the most comfortable..."

After sitting on a plane for several hours, even though first class was already very comfortable, it still wasn't as relaxing as having one's feet on solid ground.

Nazha also took off her hat and sunglasses, revealing her bright and moving face.

She kicked off her high heels, walked to the side of the sofa, sat down next to Jiang Jing, and then gently rested her head on his chest, quietly listening to his strong, powerful heartbeat.

The female assistant was very sensible; like an invisible person, she silently pushed Nazha's suitcase into the bedroom area to unpack, her eyes never darting around, trying her best to lower her presence, as if she were just an emotionless luggage rack.