Qian Xiaojiu shook his head and asked his secretary to go through the formalities: "No, but you can take me to the security entrance."
Locke pretended to sigh in disappointment, while Qian Xiaojiu's face was expressionless.
Qian Xiaojiu looked at the time and realized it was really time to go in, so she took the luggage from Locke, hesitated for a moment, and said to him calmly: "Actually, my flight is to China. I
I’m going to Kyoto.”
I didn’t want to tell him, but I didn’t want him to misunderstand later that I went to China secretly without telling everyone, and there was no need to hide it, so I told him.
Locke looked at Qian Xiaojiu's back getting further and further away with an expression of astonishment and even shock, but in the end he didn't say another word.
Qian Xiaojiu didn't know that the more calm her attitude was, the more doubtful she made Locke. Did she ask him to come here specifically just to tell him this? Was she trying to prove it deliberately or did she really not care anymore?
Four years have passed, and she has never set foot in China again. Even if she has been to South Korea, Japan, Thailand, and India, China is the only huge market where she will send other people even for official business.
He had avoided it like that before, but now he suddenly wanted to go there in person, so how could he not be shocked?
But besides being shocked, how else could he react? In her eyes and even in her heart, he was always just a good friend and family member.
*
Qian Xiaojiu was sitting on the plane looking at the physical examination report sent by Locke. Suddenly the plane bumped and encountered unstable airflow, causing her to put away the documents and look out the window at the haze.
China... two short words, but there is a long distance.
She thought that she would never set foot on that country again in this life, but she didn't expect that she would be back in just four years.
Yes, she no longer thinks about the past. She has let go of the haze in her heart. Even if it is bumpy, there is nothing to be afraid of. It will eventually return to stability, just like the plane she is sitting on at this moment has broken through the haze and flew up.
I cleared the sky and looked down to see layers of white clouds.
China, Kyoto Airport.
Qian Xiaojiu changed into another set of clothes on the plane. It was not as casual as the one she had returned to Berlin Airport. When she first arrived in Kyoto, she put on a more high-end and expensive skirt, a very simple and neat black long skirt.
Her hair is still tied up, her face is still covered in black, and she looks a little cold and serious. Unlike the casualness of a T-shirt and jeans, this skirt makes her look more domineering.
As soon as she exited the gate, she saw a group of people waiting at the exit. Although she had not seen them before, she knew that those people must be waiting for her.
So she strolled over and stood in front of the pedestrian.
One second, two seconds, three seconds. The pedestrians naturally ignored Qian Xiaojiu's existence.
Qian Xiaojiu frowned and looked at the leading man. Chen Moxing, the newly appointed president of China, had been to Berlin once. She was not there at the time. It was Ye Feihan, a talent whom the chairman had personally met.
At only thirty-three years old, he killed many older talents. She had never seen herself before, but she had also heard about him. He was young and very unique and ruthless. Otherwise, how could he become the president of China?
?He is also a character that Ye Feihan admires for the first time.
However, although he was well-dressed, his eyes were a bit blind.
"Chen Moxing." Qian Xiaojiu was a little tired and didn't want to play hide-and-seek with these people, so she coldly squinted her eyes and looked at the man in front of her and shouted.