Loyalty exists only when the price of betrayal is too high; steadfastness endures only when appreciation is insufficient.

The men who set their sights on Yingying and Yanyan had truly miscalculated. By all logic and sentiment, these twin girls would never betray Wang Zhuo, nor do anything to wrong him. Though young, their humble origins had made them unusually sensible, aware of exactly who provided everything they now possessed and how best to repay that debt. The brightest quality they possessed was a heart grateful for what they had received.

Wang Zhuo provided them with a discreetly elegant gold Toyota Coaster. This van, intended for overseas business partners, was known for its spacious cabin, comfortable environment, extremely quiet operation, and top-tier safety features. One shouldn't underestimate such a coach; even heads of state travel in them. Many in the mainland first became aware of the Coaster's mysterious aura and the boundless speculation it inspired during the Dalai Lama’s visit in 2011, when rows of them, shielded by thick curtains, formed his motorcade. In fact, the vehicle Yang Ru and the others were currently riding in boasted configurations even superior to those dedicated state vehicles—they were unknowingly enjoying diplomatic-level treatment! Yingying and Yanyan only noticed the incredibly smooth ride, but the more worldly Yang Ru immediately sensed the truth: the vehicle’s significant curb weight meant it was armored. Breaking the seemingly ordinary glass of the door would likely require several strong men swinging sledgehammers many times over. ...So, that brat Wang Zhuo is finally paying attention to security measures, she mused. The memory of Liu Jieming staging the car crash to murder Wang Zhuo surfaced, sending a flood of thoughts through her mind.

The drive from Jiangzhou Domestic Airport to the International Airport took about an hour. The three chatted casually, their minds filled with curiosity and anticipation for the Xiangyun they were about to board. Yan Yan, seated toward the rear of the van, suddenly noticed a hidden space behind the curtain at the very end: “Hey, Sis, look—does this vehicle have a restroom?” Yingying turned to look and nodded: “It really does. I wonder if it works.” Yang Ru smiled gently: “It certainly must. If either of you needs it, go quickly.” “That’s wonderful! I’m going to touch up my makeup first!” Yan Yan sprang up joyfully and walked off with her small bag. Yang Ru shook her head with a faint smile, thinking, Is that really necessary? Youth is your greatest asset; I should be the one needing makeup. Though she claimed it was for makeup, Yan Yan merely reapplied a facial mist to look fresher and more delicate. Yang Ru nodded inwardly—the little girl was sharp beyond her years; they knew exactly where their advantages lay!

In Wang Zhuo’s convoy, besides several Toyota Coasters, there were actually three extended Mercedes-Benz Pullman sedans—those were the true vehicles used by the Dalai Lama back then. However, two of those Pullmans were currently loaded onto the Princess Aileen, and one was stowed inside the belly of the Xiangyun, which explained why the standard for their current reception was slightly reduced. The Pullman was developed specifically to meet the needs of royalty and heads of state, boasting immense space and luxurious appointments capable of accommodating various custom requests. Its chassis even included mine-protection plating, and when equipped with the highest-level anti-ballistic package, it could withstand close-range fire from NATO standard 7.62×51 armor-piercing rounds. The sheer weight of such an extended sedan, reinforced with steel plating, hardly needed explaining. Which was why Wang Zhuo could engage in ‘car shaking’ inside without any concern for pressure or stability...

If engaging in intimacy in a car is called 'car shaking' (che zhen), what should we call it in an airplane? And what about doing it inside a car that is in an airplane? Should that be 'plane-car shaking'? “‘Jiche’ means motorcycle, right? That’s what they call it in Taiwan. They call a taxi a ‘jicheng che’ there.” Inside the Pullman, Wang Zhuo was idly running his fingers through Qu Jingyou’s smooth, voluminous waves while discussing academic matters. His statement was innocuous, yet Qu Jingyou suddenly burst into a strange, amused laugh. “What are you laughing at? Did I say something wrong?” Wang Zhuo asked, confused. “What you said is correct, but jiche has another meaning,” Qu Jingyou chuckled seductively. “The term originally referred to a vulgar insult for a woman’s private parts!” As she spoke, she gestured between her legs. Wang Zhuo instantly understood and burst out laughing too—it seemed the term ‘jiche zhen’ was perfectly appropriate after all. “There’s more,” Qu Jingyou continued her lecture. “Because motorcycles aren’t allowed on national highways, jiche also implies something that’s off-limits or not mainstream. And because traffic is congested and motorcycles can’t move quickly, the riders just end up honking and complaining—so jiche also carries the meaning of being long-winded or nagging.” “I wouldn't have guessed you were so knowledgeable about the local customs over there,” Wang Zhuo praised happily, leaning in to give her red lips a quick peck. Qu Jingyou giggled, “My childhood ambition was to be a tour guide, so I naturally have a strong aptitude for absorbing this kind of knowledge; I remember things after hearing them just once.” “It’s a pity your status prevents you from being a guide,” Wang Zhuo teased mischievously. “…But being a ‘wandering service’ is fine, isn’t it?” A tour guide is a job, but a 'wandering service' is an ‘offering.’ Miss Qu had understood the implication of that term while navigating the wealthy elite circles in Beijing; Wang Zhuo had mentioned this very thing when he called her over from Hong Kong yesterday! Men have physical needs, and why shouldn't women? Although Qu Jingyou and Wang Zhuo’s relationship began as mortal enemies—she had tried to kidnap him to extract business secrets and then execute him—her plan failed disastrously. Instead, the hunter became the hunted; Wang Zhuo turned the tables and manipulated her. Although Miss Qu’s family fortunes had declined, her grandfather had once held the second-highest position in the country. Even a starving camel is bigger than a horse. Wang Zhuo had managed to snap some compromising photos of her, and if they ever got out, how could she show her face again? How could the Qu family maintain its honor? This prompted her to chase Wang Zhuo from Beijing all the way to Jiangzhou to negotiate, only to find she was no match for him, resulting in her being forced into submission by Wang Zhuo’s combination of soft persuasion and hard coercion. When an opponent is too powerful to overcome, the only choice left is reluctant acceptance. But once Qu Jingyou made that internal transition, she discovered this life of ‘reluctant acceptance’ was actually quite wonderful, and after slowly adapting, it became a form of exquisite enjoyment. So, when summoned by Wang Zhuo, she immediately disregarded everything, bought the fastest ticket available—arriving in Jiangzhou even before Yang Ru, Yingying, and Yan Yan. After resting for half a day, Wang Zhuo led her to tour the Xiangyun, and they happened to settle into the vehicle bay for a short rest and a little affectionate conversation.

Today, Qu Jingyou wore an ensemble from Milan's Autumn collection. Her height of 1.74 meters and her intensely seductive figure made her a natural clothes hanger. The tailor-made suit was flawlessly cut; though expensive, the price reflected the quality, exuding an aura of graceful dignity, mature allure, and standing at the forefront of international business fashion. Her face was radiant and charming, a born movie star’s face; even with minimal makeup, she easily outshone most cover models. Especially prominent were her ample bust and the long, straight, silk-clad legs above her knee-high boots, which were intensely eye-catching. Leaning against Wang Zhuo’s chest, her looks, figure, and presentation alone were enough to ignite his fierce desire.

But what struck her as odd was that Wang Zhuo was relying only on sweet talk, delaying any further advance—just kissing, hugging, and light touching. Qu Jingyou was growing impatient deep down but felt too embarrassed to be overly forward, leaving her in a difficult position. Is he deliberately teasing me? Qu Jingyou felt that wasn't quite right; who was teasing whom remained unclear. What was going on? Had he just been intimate with another woman and was now lacking stamina? During a moment of tenderness, she stealthily checked, only to find that there was no issue with his vigor whatsoever! “Stop guessing!” Wang Zhuo noticed her small, doubtful movements and laughed heartily. “I’m waiting for someone. She should be here any moment.” Qu Jingyou paused: “Waiting for whom? Who is it?” “You’ll know when she arrives,” Wang Zhuo checked his watch. “If there’s no traffic, she should be here soon.” Qu Jingyou pondered, asking slowly, “Is it a man or a woman? Do I know them?” “A woman, and you know her,” Wang Zhuo chuckled mysteriously. “You…” Qu Jingyou frowned slightly, forcing an unnatural laugh. “Let’s agree on something first: you can do whatever you want with me in private, but in front of others… you need to save me some face.” Wang Zhuo erupted in laughter: “Did you two coordinate your stories? She said the exact same thing.” “…Well, who is she?” Qu Jingyou playfully punched Wang Zhuo’s chest, asking crossly. “What is your relationship with her?” “The same as mine with you,” Wang Zhuo boasted proudly. “I’ve wanted you two to meet for ages. We aren't leaving the plane today; tonight, you two will serve me together.” “What?!” Qu Jingyou gasped in shock and was about to politely refuse when a pleasant female voice echoed from the vehicle bay: “Wang Zhuo, the guest has arrived.” Wang Zhuo shot Qu Jingyou a teasing look, pushed the door open, and called out, “Understood. Take them to the small lounge on the second level first.” A brief confirmation sounded—"Okay"—followed by a soft click indicating the communication link was closed. Qu Jingyou wondered secretly who this woman speaking so casually to Wang Zhuo could be. “Let’s go, time to meet your old acquaintance!” Wang Zhuo helped Qu Jingyou out of the vehicle, a smug smile on his face. “I’m really looking forward to the surprised look on your faces when you see each other.” Qu Jingyou let out an exasperated sound. She knew this mischievous man wouldn't reveal anything, but she truly couldn't imagine who this mysterious woman was. Moreover, judging by the tone, she was clearly involved with Wang Zhuo—and intimately so—otherwise, why would Wang Zhuo boldly state they would “serve him together tonight”?!