"You said all flights to China are under maintenance or delayed, with only one chartered flight for a wealthy Chinese businessman about to take off."
The airport manager wore a professional, apologetic smile, bowing repeatedly in the manner typical of people from Shiki Island.
"Yes, esteemed guest."
"It is precisely because you are an esteemed guest that our airport has made this special arrangement."
Zhao Ziran stared at the airport manager, seeing that he seemed to be telling the truth, and that her portable device showed that almost all flights to China were canceled, and the remaining flights required at least two transfers, taking a very long time and causing considerable inconvenience.
"Are there really no flights to China?" Tang Shuyi stepped forward, repeatedly asking.
As a socialite from Kyoto, Tang Shuyi's eyebrows were slightly raised, her phoenix eyes flashing, exuding a rather domineering aura.
"You can wait until the maintenance is complete. We'll notify you of the specific time later."
However, the airport manager remained unfazed, maintaining a professional smile in his reply, without directly answering how much longer it would take…
Zhao Zhiran crossed her arms below her chest, one hand supporting her shapely chin, lost in thought.
In this posture, her breasts appeared exceptionally round, creating a deep cleavage that was particularly eye-catching.
Not only the airport manager, but also passersby were drawn to the scene, swallowing hard.
A moment later, Zhao Zhiran took out her tablet, accessed the necessary information, and as a high-privilege user, she had the right to access domestic data at any time.
It seemed the airport manager was right; a wealthy Chinese businessman's private jet was indeed parked at Shikishima Airport, but the businessman had already returned home, apparently on urgent business, and his plane was waiting in line for takeoff.
Therefore, theoretically, there shouldn't be anyone on this plane besides the pilots, and the pilots' information was accurate; they were all senior pilots from China.
Perhaps it really was just a coincidence?
Although a hint of doubt flashed through Zhao Zhiran's mind, she didn't dwell on it too much. The most crucial thing was that she had been delayed for two days because of that giant whale, and her sister Lan Yan's situation might have worsened… While she trusted Lan Yan's abilities, she absolutely didn't want Lan Yan to be in real danger.
Furthermore, although she knew that Xiao Dong hadn't encountered the imagined threat, there were still some things she urgently needed to confirm. Besides, she was also very concerned about what had happened to Cui Yuanxuan and Yoshihara Tsubaki, and why they had completely lost contact.
She didn't have much time left to waste.
After careful consideration, Zhao Ziran nodded slightly. However, something occurred to her, and she turned to Tang Shuyi, asking, "Have you really shaken off Luo Ming?"
Tang Shuyi's eyes flickered, revealing a barely perceptible struggle. She nodded and smiled, "Ziran, don't worry. With the skills I honed in Kyoto, shaking off this brat is a piece of cake."
Zhao Ziran smiled slightly. She had initially brought Luo Ming along only to "kill two birds with one stone"—to uncover some clues about Luo Shaoheng. She was fairly certain that Luo Shaoheng had some connection to the mastermind behind it all.
However, somewhat unexpectedly, Luo Ming, who had clearly harbored ill intentions at the start, had behaved himself and hadn't caused her any trouble.
Having already gained enough from this trip, Zhao Ziran didn't bother to investigate Luo Ming further. Now, the most important thing was to get back to Xiao Dong's side.
The initial plan, while largely proceeding correctly, had encountered numerous unexpected changes. She needed to incorporate these variables back into the plan, allowing sufficient leeway… until she found the mastermind behind it all.
Therefore, there was no need for further complications; she could simply take them all down at once.
Having received a reply, Zhao Ziran no longer concerned herself with the matter and accepted the airport manager's suggestion.
The thought that she and Tang Shuyi were the only passengers on the plane meant that the next few hours of flight might allow them to relax and rest, preparing them for future challenges.
Zhao Ziran smiled slightly, her mood improving.
...
Several tens of minutes later, a uniquely painted aircraft roared into the sky.
Inside the cabin, unlike ordinary passenger planes, this aircraft boasted exquisite decor. Besides the central "living room," there were several separate rooms.
The living room was decorated in a warm color scheme, luxurious yet elegantly tasteful. A row of wine cabinets and a bar, along with a soft, thick Turkish wool rug, created a relaxed and casual atmosphere.
In the center of the living room was an extremely large sofa, almost large enough for two or three people to lie down side-by-side; it was more like a bed than a sofa.
Seeing all this, Zhao Ziran's eyes showed a hint of surprise. Although there was no one else on this trip besides herself and Sister Shuyi, she didn't want to intrude on others' private space. Seeing that the doors to the other rooms were closed, yet the living room seemed so comfortable, a slight smile appeared on her face.
The fatigue accumulated from the past two days of continuous research seemed to surge up from her back. Besides, there was no one else around; even pilots couldn't enter here…
She walked to the shelf and took off her unchanging white lab coat.
But underneath, once the white coat was removed, her dazzlingly smooth shoulders were revealed. A thin-strapped dress encased two round, full breasts, the edges of her breasts bulging out on her arms, the cleavage of her nipples full and firm.
Except for the lower edge and peaks of her heavy breasts, her entire body was almost completely exposed.
From her collarbone to the upper edge of her breasts, her smooth, snowy skin was alluring and translucent. The fabric was thin and sparse, the straps as fine as silk, so even the slightest movement caused her breasts to bounce, revealing glimpses of her pale pink areolas.
The dark purple, lustrous silk fabric clung to her slender waist, the hem of the dress barely covering her alluring pear-shaped buttocks, the fabric taut and elastic, perfectly outlining the cleavage between her thighs.
Her two beautiful legs, needless to say, were perfectly rounded and slender, encased in sheer, gossamer-like black stockings. The insteps, full and shapely, disappeared into dark purple high heels, their alluring lines barely concealed by a gentle sway, exuding an indescribable charm.
Zhao Ziran walked to the large sofa, raised her hands behind her head, and stretched languidly. Her taut armpit muscles lifted her breasts, the flesh below her collarbone sloping gently, resembling perfect teardrops. The taut curves of her waist and hips were incredibly alluring.
Then, the beauty sat down, her rounded buttocks sinking into the sofa, plump and smooth, making it impossible to tell which was softer.
After sitting and lying down for a while, Zhao Ziran rose, stretching her slender waist, and gracefully moved to the bar counter.
She mixed a glass of clear, bright red liquid, then reclined on the small sofa next to the bar, her posture incredibly graceful and languid. Her hips were full and rounded, her waist deep and rounded, accentuating her two breasts, which were pressed together like soft, snow-white silk.