Urban Soldier Young Master

Qin Ruojing's attitude left Chu Ge feeling quite baffled. Everything was fine last night, so what's up now?

Truly, a woman's heart is like searching for a needle at the bottom of the sea!

Hey? What did I do to deserve this? My work ethic is decent, right? What's going on?

Finding himself at a loss, Chu Ge didn't say much more. He just got dressed and ready, doing what needed to be done.

After breakfast, the whole Qin Family rallied to send Qin Ruojing and Chu Ge to the airport.

Qin's mother being a full-time housewife and Qin Ruoying a freelancer was nothing special, but Chu Ge felt a bit embarrassed that Qin Yan had specifically taken leave from the criminal police team to personally drive him in a Hummer.

Even though no one had told Chu Ge, based on these past few days interacting with Qin Yan, he could imagine that his "father-in-law" was definitely a model employee, likely taking so few days off in a year that you could count them on one hand.

In fact, Chu Ge underestimated Qin Yan.

Since he started working as a detective, even the major event of his parents' passing didn't warrant a day off due to his job responsibilities.

Although he didn't have any cases at hand now, Qin Yan making this unprecedented exception for Chu Ge was enough to astonish the Qin family's three women.

Especially Qin Ruojing, who felt a heavy weight in her heart. It was hard for her to imagine what would happen if her father found out Chu Ge was just an actor she hired.

"Sigh... One step at a time."

Linking arms with Chu Ge in the airport, Qin Ruojing smiled as she waved goodbye to her family, while internally she could not help but bitterly smile.

Carrying this troublesome issue, Qin Ruojing stepped onto the plane back to Lidu. Having not rested well for several days, as soon as she reached her seat, she closed her eyes, ready for a good nap.

Contrary to Qin Ruojing's physical and mental exhaustion, Chu Ge was feeling quite spirited. Holding a newspaper, he reminisced over the past few days, thinking how lovely these peaceful and leisurely days were.

As Chu Ge was pondering, suddenly a high-pitched scream echoed through the quiet cabin, causing his brows to furrow. He looked cautiously in the direction of the sound.

Once Chu Ge figured out what was going on, his furrowed brows relaxed, and he shook his head in bemused exasperation.

The scream came from a few fashionably dressed girls in their late teens who were sitting in the front row. Their eyes were fixed on a young man who had just boarded the plane. After screaming, they excitedly called out the man's name.

"Oh my God! Look! It's Zhou Zhigao! He's even more handsome in person than on TV!"

"It really is Zhou Zhigao! Ahhh, I'm so lucky to be on the same flight as him!"

Although Chu Ge had just returned to the country and really didn't care about entertainment news, not knowing who Zhou Zhigao was, the girls' reactions made it clear that he must be a celebrity.

In his early twenties, Zhou Zhigao wore black sunglasses, a black mesh top, shiny tight pants, and flamboyant Korean-style shoes adorned with metal gear hangings.

He was about 1.78 meters tall, with medium-length wavy hair dyed blonde, a very sharp chin, and a ridiculously slim figure—his waist probably just a mere one foot eight, looking quite effeminate.

Most noticeable was his skin tone, almost as pale as snow. Despite the saying 'fair skin covers up a hundred flaws,' Chu Ge felt a bit awkward seeing a man so pale.

Taking in Zhou Zhigao's appearance, Chu Ge couldn't help but ruefully wonder where exactly people saw his handsomeness. It seemed he was out of touch with today's youth.

"Gao Zai, you... are you really Gao Zai?" A girl in the front row nervously stood up and stammered.

When Zhou Zhigao removed his sunglasses and slightly nodded with a smile, the cabin filled again with the girls' screams.

"Gao Zai, can I get your autograph? Sign on my shirt."

One girl quickly pulled a pen out of her bag, fearing Zhou Zhigao might disappear any second, and swiftly retrieved a small shirt from her purse, her face showing only excitement without any hesitation.

This scene caused a few middle-aged passengers around to frown, and left Chu Ge even more speechless.

"Chasing stars like this, isn't it a bit too fanatic? If her parents saw this, wouldn't they be angry?"

Just as Chu Ge was watching the situation with interest, he suddenly heard Qin Ruojing's voice intentionally lowered.

"Chu Ge, could you pass me the newspaper?"

Glancing sideways, he saw that Qin Ruojing was also looking in Zhou Zhigao's direction, but her expression wasn't one of excitement—rather, it was evident disdain.

Chu Ge handed the newspaper to Qin Ruojing, who immediately lowered her head and propped up the newspaper to cover her face.

"Do you know him?" Chu Ge asked.

"Hmm, don't ask anything else for now. Help me see where his seat is."

Qin Ruojing's tone was clearly irritable, so Chu Ge didn't ask further and focused his gaze on Zhou Zhigao.

After signing autographs for a few young women, Zhou Zhigao walked over in Chu Ge's direction and then sat down diagonally in front of Chu Ge and Qin Ruojing.

This time, without Chu Ge saying anything, Qin Ruojing saw this scene too, and she couldn't help but sigh in annoyance, raising the newspaper higher.

Qin Ruojing really felt down on her luck, how could she be so unlucky? Even on a plane, she had to run into this guy who was all show and no substance?

She originally wanted to catch up on sleep on the plane, but it seemed that wouldn't be possible now.

Until the plane took off, Qin Ruojing didn't speak again, holding the newspaper up with her hands, occasionally glancing in Zhou Zhigao's direction. However, holding the newspaper like this wasn't practical, and before long, her arms began to ache, and the thin newspaper felt increasingly heavy.

Frustrated, Qin Ruojing put down the newspaper and turned her face towards the plane window, though she knew it was unlikely, she still hoped Zhou Zhigao wouldn't notice her, and even more so, wouldn't come over to bother her.

As the saying goes, fear brings what you fear most. When Qin Ruojing was holding the newspaper, Zhou Zhigao didn't turn around, but almost the moment she put the newspaper down, Zhou Zhigao casually turned his head, his gaze landing right on Qin Ruojing's face.

"Miss Qin?"

Upon seeing Qin Ruojing, Zhou Zhigao's eyes lit up suddenly, and he smiled with a curled lip.

Even though her heart was full of disgust and helplessness, Qin Ruojing couldn't pretend not to hear anymore at this moment. She forced a slight smile, nodded, and greeted, "Mr. Zhou."

"Miss Qin, I never expected such a coincidence, being able to travel with you, it's truly my honor."

Zhou Zhigao spoke with a gentlemanly politeness as if a well-mannered gentleman, but his gaze wasn't that honest, carrying a bit of mischievousness and amazement, recklessly scanning Qin Ruojing's graceful figure.

"Haha, it is quite the coincidence. Sorry, Mr. Zhou, I'm a bit tired and would like to get some sleep."

Qin Ruojing suppressed her irritability and disgust, smiled again, then turned her head and closed her eyes.

Although Qin Ruojing's attitude was quite obvious, Zhou Zhigao, accustomed to being the center of attention, couldn't take such neglect, especially since he knew very well that Qin Ruojing, or rather Qin Ruojing's company, needed him at this moment.

Zhou Zhigao squinted his eyes, concealing the greed in them, and laughed, "Miss Qin, we have such a rare opportunity, why not chat a bit about our collaboration? Also, please don't be so formal, just call me Haozi."

Upon hearing this, Chu Ge couldn't help but find it amusing—Haozi? Mouse?

Chu Ge had always thought that Zhou Zhigao's appearance vaguely resembled something, and hearing this, he suddenly realized—it was the image of a little white mouse he couldn't recall for a while.

Qin Ruojing didn't respond, but when Zhou Zhigao mentioned "collaboration," she opened her eyes, a flicker of hesitation passing in her gaze, turning her attention back to Zhou Zhigao.

Seeing that Qin Ruojing was somewhat tempted, a glint of satisfaction flashed in Zhou Zhigao's eyes, and his smile grew broader.

"Miss Qin, you might not know, Han Court Film and Television has also extended an invitation to me. This time going to Lido, I'm planning to have a face-to-face discussion with them. However, from a personal standpoint, I'm more inclined to collaborate with your company. It's just not sure if Miss Qin has enough sincerity."

When mentioning "sincerity" and "Han Court Film and Television," Zhou Zhigao deliberately emphasized his tone, his eyes becoming even more blatant with their suggestiveness.

Noticing the lewdness in Zhou Zhigao's eyes, Qin Ruojing couldn't help but feel a rush of nausea. She furrowed her elegant brows and said calmly, "If Mr. Zhou still has the same demands as before, then I think there's no need for further discussion between us."

Seeing Qin Ruojing's decisive words, Zhou Zhigao's eyelids twitched slightly, cursing inwardly, "You bitch, don't know how to appreciate favors."

But the more Qin Ruojing acted like this, the more challenging he found her, the more he wanted to conquer this woman, suppressing his inner rage, managing to put on what he believed was an elegantly crafted fake smile.

"Haha, Miss Qin, why speak so definitively? You're a businessperson and should know how to weigh pros and cons. Besides, in terms of cooperation, I'm not completely inflexible. I believe there's still plenty of room for negotiation between us."

Seeing the hesitation in Qin Ruojing's eyes, Zhou Zhigao confidently stood up from his seat and walked over to Chu Ge.

"Excuse me, sir, could you please trade seats with me? I have some matters to discuss with this lady."

This statement should have been a request for permission, but Zhou Zhigao lacked any hint of inquiry in his demeanor, directly presenting it as an expectation, without even glancing at Chu Ge, condescendingly looking down at Qin Ruojing.