Qin Feng was quite unfortunate, sitting on a flight bound for Hong Kong, without even having the chance to say goodbye face-to-face to the girls. He had been quietly sent to the airport by Mr. Wei's personal car. Overall, Old Master Wei is quite good at handling affairs. Qin Feng had previously booked business class, but this time he upgraded directly to first class. The comfortable seating, spacious legroom, and high-quality service—clearly, the more you spend, the better the experience. There weren't many Chinese passengers on board, and in the first class section, dozens of people spoke different languages. As soon as Qin Feng settled into his seat, a gentle fragrance drifted past. He looked up to see a Asian woman with golden hair, tall and fair-skinned, with exceptionally refined features—large, expressive eyes, a straight nose, and a delicate chin, perfectly embodying modern beauty standards. She wore a light beige suit over a black lace blouse, with a black bra subtly visible, her bust measuring over 34D and notably full and lifted. Here is a sleek, tailored pencil skirt with a golden belt, her well-proportioned legs extending straight and graceful beneath her, wearing coffee-colored, diamond-embellished high heels. Her presence stands out particularly—as soon as she enters first class, she becomes the center of everyone's attention. The woman, besides carrying an LV handbag, also has a compact travel bag on her shoulder. She looks up at the overhead storage compartment and says, "Fair-faced, help me out, will you?" Qin Feng is momentarily taken aback—did you just speak to me? Assuming she thought he didn't understand Chinese, she quickly adds, "Fair-faced, Mei Ei hi pu mi!" Good heavens, you're the fair-faced one—your whole family must be! This time, he's certain she's asking for his help. Even though it's widely acknowledged that I'm handsome, I'd never have been described with such a complimentary term as "fair-faced." And besides, what's the point of saying it in Chinese once, only to switch to English? Do you think I don't understand? The English word "fair-faced" literally means a "white-faced" guy—someone plain, unimpressive, and with a touch of condescension. You ask me to help, yet never say a kind word—being a beauty is already impressive! Still, the beauty remains unmoved, groaning, "Wait a minute—can't understand Chinese, can't understand English either. Are you saying I'm Vietnamese? Oh, what's going on in the world? Are Vietnamese people now producing fair-faced guys too? Is there any sense of fairness left?" Qin Dashi glares at her, "A wealthy person, what exactly do you want me to do?" The single word "wealthy" sends her into a blush, but she quickly regains her proud, "I'm a beauty, so what?" demeanor, sniffing, "Fine, if you don't help, I'll find someone else. The world isn't just you—one man, after all!" Qin Dashi is so frustrated he can't help but roll his eyes—have I done anything to offend you? Well, when you're away from home, being polite brings prosperity—there's really no need to get upset with a woman who thinks she's quite attractive and believes the entire male population should revolve around her. I'll just keep my eyes closed and let it go. Seeing that he completely ignored her, the beautiful woman began making requests for assistance to others. Several men of the "distinguished elder" type proved rather unimpressive, rushing to offer help, placing her small travel bag into the storage cabinet and continuously showing off their attentiveness. Qin Feng glared at them in frustration—what kind of unambitious men are these who have managed to raise such an arrogant young woman? The woman checked her boarding pass number and furrowed her brows, huffing, "How unlucky! Why does she have to sit right next to him?" Then, with graceful movements, she settled herself beside Qin Feng. Qin, the young noble, deliberately wrinkled his nose, showing his distaste for the strong scent of perfume emanating from her. The beautiful woman deliberately moved closer to him, pulling out from her bag a small fan-like object and beginning to fan herself. Oh, she's deliberately making life difficult for me. Qin Feng suddenly sat up, glaring at her with a teasing expression, angrily saying, "Luxury guy, we've had no grudges either distant or recent—why are you always picking on me?" "Hmph. Who made you call me a luxury guy?" She arched an eyebrow, speeding up her fanning motion. "Though I've been abroad for some time now, I've never stopped paying attention to what's happening back home. Do you really think I don't know what 'luxury guy' means?" Qin, the young nobleman, chuckled coldly. "You never called me a 'handsome young man,' so how could I possibly call you a luxury guy? Girl, when you're out in the world, just stay a bit more composed—otherwise, you'll always end up at a disadvantage!" "The beautiful lady countered sharply: 'I've never known what calmness is all about—I've always been eager to suffer a little, thinking it would add some fun to life. Unfortunately, it's always been me who makes others suffer. I haven't even seen someone who can make *me* suffer yet!' How bold, how overbearing! Qin Feng felt he was already quite confident, yet here he had to bow to her. Out in the world, he'd never been so unsettled. If he were back on his own patch of land, he'd surely be driven from the outside right into the heart of it. 'Well?' she persisted, unyielding. 'I'm specifically targeting you, calling you a 'white-faced' type—what's more, do you dare challenge me?' 'Challenge you?' Qin, the young lord, huffed, his tone dignified. He fixed her with a steady gaze, his eyes conveying a sense of finality. The two locked eyes, and the lady was startled into a cold sweat, her fan movement halting automatically. Her proud demeanor gave way to fear. You're still very green, my dear." Qin Feng lifted his pressure, hummed, "If people don't offend me, I won't offend them!" Then he closed his eyes and settled into meditation. The woman gasped heavily, her fear not only unchanged but growing stronger—just moments before, she had seen death in Qin Feng's eyes. At that moment, announcements in various languages began playing: "Passengers, please take note—the plane is about to take off. Please fasten your seat belts." Then the flight attendants started checking passengers' seat belts. When she reached Qin Feng's section and found he hadn't fastened his belt as required, she bent down to help him. While meditating, Qin Feng remained composed and gently stroked his right hand over the flight attendant's firm rear. Normally, in such a situation, the flight attendant could complain to the passenger for disturbance, and the captain would have the authority to ask the passenger to disembark.