103: Chapter 103 Many Parties Gather in Shanghai

At the same time, above Modu International Airport, an Airbus A330 from the capital slowly descended onto the runway. Accompanied by the slight sound of tires rubbing against the ground, the cabin broadcast chimed in at the right moment.

In the first-class cabin of the Airbus A330, a flight attendant with an angelic face and a devilish figure had her collar slightly open. Whether it was an inadvertent oversight or a deliberate act, her pair of lively and cute 'big white rabbits' seemed to want to break free from their cage, restless and ready to burst out.

At this moment, the flight attendant was elegantly half-kneeling in front of a man with a buzz cut wearing an eye mask and trendy brands. She whispered softly in his ear to remind him, "Mr. Ye? Mr. Ye, we've arrived in Modu. The plane is about to come to a complete stop." Her voice was soft and delicate, her breath like orchids, carrying a hint of flirtation.

Hearing the woman's voice, the man called Mr. Ye yawned and lazily took off his eye mask. In his hazy state, his gaze inadvertently brushed over the seductive scenery on the flight attendant's chest. A playful smile couldn't help but curl at the corners of his mouth. Then, his gaze shifted upward to meet hers, with no hint of embarrassment on his face.

The flight attendant's eyes seemed to ripple like water as she gave a charming smile. Just as she was about to stand up, the man nodded slightly and reached out to grab her wrist. He then pulled a business card from his pocket and stuffed it into her hand. At the moment of contact with her palm, he didn't forget to scratch it with his finger, causing a flush of crimson to appear on her face. Afterward, he withdrew his hand and made a gesture for a phone call, his eyes showing undisguised flirtation.

There were other passengers in the first-class cabin at this time, so the flight attendant couldn't say much. She gave a knowing smile and a nod, quietly slipping the man's business card into her pocket before turning away to attend to other matters.

The man leaned out slightly, his possessive gaze following the flight attendant's rounded curves wrapped in her short skirt.

Just then, a teasing voice sounded by his ear: "Hey now, Young Master Ye, your appetite for anything and everything is truly impressive..." The speaker was none other than Zhao Lintai of the Zhao Family of the Capital, his tone filled with mockery and jest.

This Young Master Ye was the Mr. Ye the flight attendant had just addressed, and also the second Young Master of the Ye Family of the Capital—Ye Ziming.

Speaking of the Ye Family of the Capital, they had known the Zhao Family of the Capital since their grandfathers' generation. In the early years, they were considered equal in strength and status.

However, since the head of the Zhao family, Zhao Weiguo, retired, his descendants—namely Zhao Lintai's parents—were marginalized and kept far from the center of power in the capital for a long time. Furthermore, the only heir of the Zhao family, Zhao Lintai, was a disappointment. He had no interest in politics or the military and only cared about making money. This resulted in the Zhao family appearing prestigious on the surface, but in reality, their influence was much weaker compared to the Ye family.

Of course, Ye Ziming was also an idle third-generation heir, idling away his days with luxury cars and beautiful women constantly by his side, living a very carefree life.

However, the Ye family was more fortunate. Ye Ziming had an older sister who was quite extraordinary. At a young age, she was already one of the few female soldier kings in the Dragon Kingdom's military, ensuring that the Ye Family of the Capital had a Legacy.

Hearing Zhao Lintai's teasing, Ye Ziming didn't mind. He chuckled and responded in an indifferent tone, "Is that so? I think it's alright. Brother Zhao, you know me—I just like making friends. When you're out and about, having more friends means more paths to take."

As he spoke, he traced the flight attendant's figure in the air with his hand, his eyes flashing with appreciative light. He turned to Zhao Lintai and lowered his voice, asking, "Don't you think, Brother Zhao, that the flight attendant's figure just now was truly top-tier?"

An arc involuntarily rose at the corner of Zhao Lintai's mouth, but before he could respond, the cabin broadcast sounded again.

The two shared a smile, then stood up from their seats and walked toward the cabin door with light luggage.

When they reached the door, Ye Ziming saw the flight attendant again. The button at her collar was now fastened. Seeing Ye Ziming approach, she smiled and nodded to him, then quickly made a gesture for a phone call when no one was looking.

Ye Ziming understood. A curve rose at the corner of his mouth as he winked at her. Combined with his clean and fresh facial features, he looked quite like a charming rogue.

Immediately after, the cabin door opened, and Ye Ziming and Zhao Lintai walked out one after the other.

As they walked through the jet bridge, Zhao Lintai asked, "Where are you going, Young Master Ye? Do you want me to give you a lift?"

"No need, Brother Zhao. I've made plans with a buddy; he should be here by now." Ye Ziming politely declined with a smile, then added courteously, "How many days will you be staying in Modu, Brother Zhao? If you have time, we can grab a meal together. I'll introduce you to some friends."

Zhao Lintai let out a somewhat helpless sigh: "Sigh, we'll see. After I finish things here in Modu, I have to make a trip to the Southwest."

Ye Ziming showed a curious expression and complimented with a smile, "Is that so? I've long heard the elders at home say that Brother Zhao has a talent for business. I didn't expect it to be true—your business has already expanded to the Southwest. Impressive, impressive."

"Hahaha, what kind of damn business is that? It's our old man's request. He wants me to go to the Southwest to visit an old comrade for him." Zhao Lintai shrugged and spread his hands helplessly.

"I see... well then, let's get together when we have time."

While talking, the two had already walked out of the jet bridge. Then, Ye Ziming pointed to a nearby restroom and said to Zhao Lintai, "Brother Zhao, I'm going to the restroom. You don't have to wait for me."

"Okay. Let's keep in touch by phone then." With that, the two parted ways.

Seeing Ye Ziming run to the restroom, Zhao Lintai took his phone out of his pocket and turned off airplane mode. After a moment, he received a WeChat message from someone named 'Xiao Dao': 'Boss, the car is parked in space B2-0049. The key is above the right rear wheel.'

Zhao Lintai noted the parking space number and immediately deleted the WeChat message. Then, he looked at the signs and headed straight for the elevators.

At the same time, the economy class passengers from the Airbus A330 also began to file out of the jet bridge.

In the crowd, a man with a gloomy face and a peaked cap, carrying a black shoulder bag, walked out of the jet bridge like an ordinary tourist. This person was none other than the man in black who had appeared and disappeared like a ghost in the Zhao family courtyard the previous night.

...

Meanwhile, outside the VIP passage of the Modu International Airport terminal, two luxury cars were particularly eye-catching. One was a rolls-royce cullinan, exuding dominance; the other was an Aston Martin One-77, its streamlined body gleaming in the sunlight.

Indeed, the ones who had come to the airport for the pickup were Xing Zhenkun and Chu Muyun.

Chu Muyun was leaning boredly against the Aston Martin One-77 supercar. Her brows twitched slightly, and her voice carried a hint of helplessness and curiosity as she looked at Xing Zhenkun and asked, "Xing Zhenkun, didn't you say you were taking me to your Flying Dragon Supercar Club? Why did we come to the airport?"

Xing Zhenkun's gaze remained locked on the VIP passage. A smile curled at the corners of his mouth as he responded without looking back, "Mu Yun, don't be in such a hurry. I'm just picking someone up on the way. He'll be here soon."

Chu Muyun looked toward the VIP passage along with Xing Zhenkun's gaze, her curiosity piqued. "Who has such a big face that they need you, Xing Zhenkun, to come personally for a pickup?"

Hearing this, Xing Zhenkun turned his gaze to Chu Muyun, his smile brightening and his tone turning playful. "Haha, have you heard of the Ye Family of the Capital?"

“The Ye Family of the Capital?” Chu Muyun's eyes lit up, her voice full of surprise and gossip. She widened her eyes and pressed, “Of course I’ve heard of them. Could it be that you’re picking up Ye Qingcheng from the Ye family? Not bad, Xing Zhenkun, I didn’t know you were in contact with the eldest Young Miss of the Ye family.”

"Hey, what are you thinking? Me? In contact with Ye Qingcheng? You're giving me too much credit." Xing Zhenkun laughed self-deprecatingly, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness.

"Not Ye Qingcheng? It can't be Elder Ye, right?" Chu Muyun's brow furrowed, becoming even more curious.

"Cough," Xing Zhenkun coughed lightly, a bit of embarrassment on his face. "How is that possible? With Elder Ye's status, he wouldn't leave the capital easily. Even if he did, it wouldn't be my turn to pick him up..."

"Then who else could it be?"

"Naturally, it's Ye Qingcheng's younger brother, Ye Ziming."

"Who? Ye Ziming? That playboy from the Ye family?" Chu Muyun's voice rose a few notches in surprise, and her brow furrowed even tighter.

"Heh, keep it down," Xing Zhenkun shook his head with a bitter smile, then lowered his voice and continued to Chu Muyun, "Yes, that playboy."

"You're here to pick him up? Xing Zhenkun, you're not thinking of pulling him into the Flying Dragon Supercar Club, are you?" Chu Muyun asked, looking at Xing Zhenkun in surprise, her eyes full of disbelief and worry.

"Exactly. If our Flying Dragon Supercar Club wants to become the number one club in the country, we can't just develop in Modu. We need someone in the capital too!"

"Sigh, Xing Zhenkun, you really know how to stir things up! Let me tell you, this Ye Ziming is no pushover. He's the only grandson of the Ye family's third generation. I heard that Elder Ye dotes on this grandson very much. If he gets hurt in your club, your club will be finished." Chu Muyun's tone carried a hint of worry and advice, reminding Xing Zhenkun to consider carefully.

"Hey, don't worry. I know that kid. Although Ye Ziming loves luxury supercars, he values his life very much. He has self-awareness; with his driving skills, he knows what can be done and what can't." Xing Zhenkun shook his head with a smile, but his eyes revealed confidence.

While they were talking, Ye Ziming's figure appeared in the VIP passage.

Xing Zhenkun quickly shut his mouth and waved to him. Ye Ziming also spotted Xing Zhenkun immediately. With a cynical smile on his face, he waved back.

"Brother Kun, long time no see. How have you been lately? Where are you making your fortune?" Coming closer, Ye Ziming smiled and shook hands with Xing Zhenkun, then gave him a hug. His tone carried a sense of familiarity and closeness, suggesting a deep relationship with Xing Zhenkun.

However, before Xing Zhenkun could respond, Ye Ziming's attention was already drawn to the supercar behind Chu Muyun.

Immediately, his eyes lit up. He quickly walked around the supercar once and even reached out to touch its carbon fiber hood. With stars in his eyes, he looked at Chu Muyun and asked curiously, "Hey beauty, is this car yours? If I'm not mistaken, this supercar should be an Aston Martin One-77, right?"

Although Chu Muyun had long heard of this playboy from the Ye family, it was her first time seeing him in person. She nodded with a smile and replied, "Young Master Ye has a sharp eye. Indeed, this car is an Aston Martin One-77. However, this car isn't mine."

"Not yours?" As Ye Ziming spoke, he looked back at Xing Zhenkun and continued, "Brother Kun, then this car is from your dealership?"

"Yes," Xing Zhenkun nodded with a smile, then continued, "It was before, but not anymore. This car was sold last week."

"Holy crap, it's sold? This car must cost forty or fifty million, right? Who's such a tycoon?" Ye Ziming asked in great surprise, his words showing no trace of a wealthy Young Master's demeanor.

"Yeah, something like that," Xing Zhenkun responded nonchalantly.

"Wait, that's not right. Since it's sold, why did you drive it here?" Ye Ziming became even more curious.

"Haha, isn't it because I'm picking you up? The person who bought this car is also a friend of mine. Knowing you like flashy supercars, I borrowed it back. How about it? Want to get in and try it?" As Xing Zhenkun spoke, he gestured to Chu Muyun. Chu Muyun smiled and jingled the car keys in her hand, her eyes revealing a hint of expectation and flirtation, as if inviting Ye Ziming for a test drive.

"Hehe, I definitely have to try it... but I can't try it in the city. Driving too slowly won't feel like anything." Ye Ziming said with an excited face.

"Haha, alright. Then shall we go to the club's track for a few laps?" Xing Zhenkun suggested with a smile.

"Let's go, let's go! I'm already a bit impatient!" While speaking, Ye Ziming had already opened the passenger door of the Aston Martin One-77 and plopped inside.

Xing Zhenkun smiled and stepped forward, taking the car keys from Chu Muyun's hand. "Mu Yun, you drive my cullinan first. I'll accompany Ziming in this one. Just follow me."

Chu Muyun nodded, took the cullinan's keys, opened the driver's seat, and sat inside.

As soon as Xing Zhenkun sat in the car, Ye Ziming looked at him with a playful smile and pressed curiously, "Brother Kun, who was that beauty just now? Your new girlfriend?"

Xing Zhenkun started the car, turned the steering wheel, and pulled the car in front of the cullinan. Through the rearview mirror, he waited for Chu Muyun to get ready before smiling and replying, "Her name is Chu Muyun. If nothing unexpected happens, she should be your future Sister Kun."

"Whoa, is that so? Not bad, Brother Kun. I didn't expect you to finally meet a woman you want to marry?" As Ye Ziming spoke, his gaze also went through the passenger side rearview mirror to look at Chu Muyun in the cullinan. Then, after a moment of thought, he pressed, "Chu Muyun, that's a pretty good name. What's her relationship with Chu Weiguo of Chutian Group?"

Hearing this, Xing Zhenkun turned his head in surprise and looked at Ye Ziming, his eyes full of curiosity as he asked back, "Hey, I didn't expect you to actually know about Chu Weiguo of Chutian Group?"

"Cough, I also heard my grandfather mention him." As Ye Ziming spoke, he recalled a bit more and continued, "The chairman of Chutian Group—Chu Weiguo—used to be a soldier under my grandfather. After retiring, he gave up the opportunity for a state-assigned job and responded to the call to go into business. I didn't expect his business to grow so large later on. Who in Modu doesn't know the name of Chutian Group now? Every time my grandfather mentions it, he sighs with emotion for quite a while. So, when you said her surname was Chu, I remembered."

"Holy crap," after listening, Xing Zhenkun looked at Ye Ziming with a shocked face. "I knew Chu Weiguo was a veteran, but I really didn't know he was a soldier under your grandfather... This is too damn coincidental. To tell you the truth, this Chu Weiguo is actually Chu Muyun's second uncle..."

Just then, Chu Muyun honked the cullinan's horn. Xing Zhenkun had to stop talking, shift gears, step on the gas, and drive out of the airport.

At the same time as these two cars left the airport, a white Mercedes G-Wagon with temporary plates also slowly drove out of the underground parking lot. The driver was none other than the Young Master of the Zhao Family—Zhao Lintai.