The spacious leather seats were exquisitely crafted with soft texture and delicate grain; the wooden interior emitted a gentle luster, resembling artworks polished by time.
Every detail appeared meticulously carved, perfectly interpreting unparalleled luxury and nobility.
Even Ye Shuang, who was still feeling somewhat unwell, couldn’t help raising her elegant eyebrows slightly at this sight.
Having struggled in the entertainment industry in her previous life, she had seen her share of the world, but never encountered a private jet with top-tier configurations like the Ji Family’s.
Should this be expected from the top wealthy family that even the original story’s protagonist had to yield to?
In contrast, the two little ones, Ji Li and Ji Zhou, rejected the flight attendant’s guidance and skillfully pulled Ye Shuang through the spacious cabin, heading straight to their seats.
Then, the milk dumplings cooperated perfectly, carefully supporting Ye Shuang as she slowly sat down.
After Ye Shuang was seated, Ji Li took a thin blanket from the flight attendant and somewhat clumsily draped it over her.
Meanwhile, Ji Zhou strained to lean forward, his small face flushed red as he tightly grasped the seatbelt, struggling to fasten it for his mother.
Although the process was somewhat difficult, his movements were extremely focused, executing each step with remarkable imitation, leaving Ye Shuang both amused and touched.
“Be good, Mommy, go to sleep. We’re here with you,” Ji Li gently patted the moved Ye Shuang, his eyes full of concern as he tried to comfort her still-weary expression.
His tender voice overflowed with endless gentleness and consideration, completely unlike the domineering CEO aura he had during his first meeting with Ye Shuang.
“Mmhmm, I’m here too,” Ji Zhou hurriedly nodded, chiming in with his milky voice.
“Alright, Mommy understands, but you both need to sit properly too,” Ye Shuang responded with a helpless smile at the milk dumplings’ filial devotion.
She looked up and politely smiled at the beautiful flight attendant beside her, who was slightly dazed by the scene.
Then she said gently to the Old Butler, “Uncle Zhong, sorry to trouble you.”
“Hehe, no trouble at all, no trouble at all,” the Old Butler waved his hand cheerfully, his face beaming with smiles.
Witnessing this warm and harmonious scene filled his heart with joy.
In his view, seeing the young masters and madam getting along so harmoniously was the best possible outcome.
With that, Uncle Zhong walked over to the two young masters, quickly helping them fasten their seatbelts and adjust their seats.
Afterward, he turned and took his own seat, quietly waiting for the plane to take off.
[Holy crap, are these four-year-old kids?????? Damn, I’m jealous of Ye Shuang now!]
[So envious, I’m tired of saying it. So envious I want to slap my own rebellious son rolling on the ground.]
[Yeah, are these really stepchildren? Biological children wouldn’t be better than this.]
[Geez, am I the only one marveling at capitalism? The attitude of the airport staff, holy shit, it’s just incredible.Not only were netizens envious of Ye Shuang for having two little ones caring for her, they were also astonished by the attitude of airport staff toward Ye Shuang and her group throughout the journey.
From guiding them to board to offering thoughtful greetings, every action demonstrated high regard for them.
Scene after scene was clearly presented to netizens through the live broadcast, once again broadening their horizons and filling them with curiosity and amazement about the wealthy lifestyle behind Ye Shuang.
Perhaps thanks to the pilot’s superb flying skills, or perhaps this private jet inherently possessed astonishing speed.
The journey proceeded extremely smoothly throughout the flight.
Ye Shuang’s group didn’t arrive much later than the other guests—they appeared almost immediately after the others.
After leaving the airport and a ninety-minute car ride, Ye Shuang along with Ji Li and Ji Zhou followed the program director to a rural self-built house at their destination.
The moment they entered, they saw the other guests sitting politely in the living room, chatting comfortably and leisurely.
Qin Muqing, who had been making casual conversation with Ye Xinrou, caught sight of Ye Shuang from the corner of her eye and instantly her eyes sparkled like brilliant stars.
Moving swiftly, she immediately stood up and eagerly went forward to greet them, showing no trace of the reserve expected from a senior colleague.
Qin Muqing had never borne any grudge against Ye Shuang, and being a genuine connoisseur of beauty with sharp eyesight!
Now, watching the graceful and exquisitely beautiful Ye Shuang approach, the smile on Qin Muqing’s face couldn’t have been brighter as she initiated a warm and enthusiastic greeting:
“Oh, Ye Shuang, you’re here! Did you have a smooth journey?”
Oh my, such a stunning beauty, and such a delicate sickly beauty too—there’s no one like this in the entertainment industry! What a gain!
As she spoke, her gaze naturally fell upon the two little ones beside Ye Shuang.
She saw Ji Li and Ji Zhou each pulling a small suitcase that wobbled slightly with their efforts as they walked;
Their other hands tightly clutching Ye Shuang’s clothes, as if holding onto their warmest anchor.
Qin Muqing’s eyes instantly overflowed with affection, and she quickly added: “These must be Cheng Cheng and Zhou Zhou! Hello there, you can call me Auntie Qing!”
She screamed internally: Ahhh! Can I trade my own little troublemaker for these two precious babies!!!
“Hello, Sister Qin.”
Ye Shuang keenly sensed Qin Muqing’s friendly approach. Though unsure of the reason, it didn’t stop a soft smile from gracing her lips.
She responded gently: “It was smooth. Sorry for keeping everyone waiting.”
Then she bent down slightly and softly whispered to the two milk dumplings beside her: “Cheng Cheng, Zhou Zhou, say hello to Auntie Qing.”
Ji Li and Ji Zhou obediently tilted their little heads back, blinking their large eyes, and chirped brightly: “Hello, beautiful Auntie Qing!”
Their soft, milky voices, like the warmest spring breeze or the most delightful morning birdsong, instantly struck Qin Muqing’s maternal heart.
Qin Muqing felt her heart melting completely because of these two little ones. She instinctively pressed a hand to her chest, as if trying to preserve this overwhelming joy and tenderness.
She couldn’t help but sigh inwardly again—the sweetness and warmth these two treasures brought were something her own son, who constantly drove her up the wall, could never provide.
“Hello Auntie, hello little brothers. I’m Dou Dou. My mom’s always like this—don’t be scared.”
Unaware of his mother’s silent complaints, Dou Dou shrugged helplessly and explained like a little adult.
The young Dou Dou felt utterly helpless about his “infatuation-sick” mother.
However, this particularly beautiful and somewhat delicate Aunt Ye Shuang before him made him feel a good impression, so he took the initiative to step forward and greet her.
Such a delicate aunt must not be frightened by his mother—if she were scared into a bad state, that would be terrible.
“Oh, hello, Dou Dou.”
Ji Li didn’t understand why Dou Dou seemed somewhat disdainful of his own mother, but as a polite child, he respected others’ family matters.
“Hello, Brother Dou Dou, why are you afraid of Auntie?”
Ji Zhou also felt quite fond of Dou Dou, but if he had a question, he would ask it directly.
“Ahem, don’t mind your brother—he’s talking nonsense!”
Qin Muqing shot a glare at her troublesome son and hurriedly tried to salvage her image.
Ji Li and Ji Zhou didn’t quite understand, so they could only nod with a vague sense of comprehension.
Ye Shuang: … Somehow, I feel like laughing—how do I handle this?