Chapter 889: Return to the Imperial City
Song Yinyin also knew she was intentionally joking with her, so she wasn’t angry.
Lu Jihan gently pulled Song Yinyin’s arm, letting her sit back beside him. He slightly tilted his head and asked behind her ear, "Are you jealous?"
He bent his slender, enchanting amber eyes, with a teasing smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Wrong, I ate soy sauce. Look, my face has turned black!" Song Yinyin pointed at her face and pretended to be indignant.
"Not jealous?" He chuckled, "Alright, I’ll tell Shana I don’t mind letting her hug me, just as a final farewell. Sha..."
He pretended to turn his head towards Shana but was grabbed by Song Yinyin, who said in a low voice, "You dare!"
"Haha."
Lu Jihan laughed arrogantly and joyfully.
Watching the two spread dog food as if no one else was present, Shana just felt a chill.
Better not to date a man from S Country, she’ll probably turn into a submissive little man; she prefers tall, strong, muscular guys...
President Shi Mai’er quietly watched this scene, with a soothing smile at the corner of his mouth.
This meal was filled with laughter and harmony.
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The next day, after more than ten hours of flying, a private jet arrived at the international airport of Country Z.
Once the plane stopped, a group of people gradually descended from it.
First, Lu Jihan held Song Yinyin’s hand, step by step descended from the plane.
Having just recovered from a serious illness, Lu Jihan was still tall and handsome; though his handsome face was somewhat stern and cold, his deep eyes couldn’t hide the tenderness and doting towards Song Yinyin.
As for Song Yinyin, since she got off the plane, she attracted quite a few glances from men.
Before leaving, Shana gifted her a sleeveless long dress crafted with traditional techniques and patterns, full of S Country’s style. The dress reached her ankles and gracefully swayed with her silhouette as she walked, looking quite beautiful.
Shana even personally braided her hair into small braids, at first glance she resembled the Princess of Loulan from the ancient Western Country.
Her jade-white and rosy face always bore a slight smile, one with a hint of shyness, but more of happiness.
Behind them came Lu Jinyan and Wen Duoduo.
Afraid of being recognized, Lu Jinyan wore a baseball cap, dressed in casual sporty attire, looking sunny and handsome, making it hard to associate him with the elegant and dignified ’Piano Prince’ on stage.
Wen Duoduo was dressed in a playful casual outfit, flat shoes, jeans; at first glance, she could be mistaken for an eighteen-year-old student.
As for Song Dabai, he enthusiastically held Ji Tingfeng’s big hand and didn’t stop talking the whole way.
"Uncle Ji, you’re amazing, you can fly a plane. When I grow up, I want to be like Uncle Ji, able to shoot, ride horses, and fly planes!"
Receiving praise from the little guy, Ji Tingfeng’s poker face rarely showed a gentle smile: "Then accept me as your godfather, and I’ll teach you shooting, horseback riding, and flying planes, how about it?"
"Okay, okay, okay!"
Song Dabai nodded vigorously as if pounding garlic.
At the entrance of the airport lobby, a tall and handsome man stepped down from a business car parked there. Upon hearing Song Dabai and Ji Tingfeng’s conversation, the man immediately became unhappy.
"What the hell! Ji Tingfeng, how shameless can you be? Taking advantage of my absence to trick Dabai into accepting you as a godfather? You’re out of line!"
The one who personally brought a team of bodyguards and drove to pick them up was Si Yuxuan, a friend of Lu Jihan and Ji Tingfeng.