While reading on phone Captain Cui Yanhui, besides her flushed cheeks from the intense physical confrontation, exuded a captivating charm that made the male passengers drool. Unfortunately, her gaze remained fixed solely on Qin Dashi, refusing to glance at anyone else. Through her, Qin Feng learned that the beautiful woman beside him was named Su Wu—a name full of strength and authority. Upon hearing her mutter, "dog-boys," Qin Feng responded firmly, "Su little lady, if you keep being unreasonable and confrontational, I’ll personally escort you to the restroom, giving you the same treatment as the flight attendant. Don’t doubt me—I’m not making this up!" Su Wu widened her eyes in surprise, "You dare? Do you think I’m as dull as that flight attendant? If you so much as touch me, I’ll make sure you’ll suffer. By the way, how do you know I’m Su?" "Simple magic," Qin Feng replied, "not only do I know your surname is Su, but I also know your name is Su Wu." "He smiled brightly and said, 'By the way, I actually know your age. If you're interested, I'll make a brave guess at your bust measurements—assuming your bra isn't a thick-support one, it should be 88-58-90, right?' Su Wu immediately corrected: 'Actually, it's 89, not 88!' 'Oh,' Qin Feng stroked his chin, looking thoughtful, and remarked, 'I didn't expect a big boy like me to be off by just one centimeter. You really are impressive—standing at 1.72 meters tall with such remarkable measurements. Most importantly, you're only 22, so you still have plenty of room for secondary development. Aim to have your upper measurement exceed your lower one, and that would truly be perfect. Well, well!' As he spoke, his sharp eyes kept scanning back and forth between Su Wu's chest and abdomen. 'What are you staring at? Keep looking and I'll gouge out your eyes!' Su Wu said, her cheeks flushed with indignation." "Come on, what's the issue? If you're not satisfied, just look back—go ahead, take your time. I won't mind at all," he said with a smug air. "Hmph, a traitor," Su Wu turned her head, giving him the cold shoulder, as if they'd never spoken again. Honestly, thank you—I'm not going to let you use the word "traitor" just because you feel like it. A few minutes later, the flight attendants began serving drinks and snacks. There were three drink options: cola, sprite, and orange juice; the food selections were simpler—just toast and hot dogs. It's been said that free meals on international flights have been reduced to a point of despair, and Qin Feng truly felt that now. This is even first class—business and economy class must be even worse. Cui Yanhui pushed her cart, placing food and drinks according to each passenger's preferences. When it came to Qin Feng, in addition to toast and hot dogs, there was a container of yogurt, a pack of cream scones, and a vacuum-packed chicken leg. The older gentlemen and uncles around had already been eyeing the two of them with growing dissatisfaction, feeling overlooked—especially since they noticed Qin Feng’s meals were far more generous than theirs. They naturally didn’t want to settle for less. Cui Yanhui spoke with a proud tone, explaining, “These are snacks I brought myself. They have absolutely nothing to do with the complimentary meals provided by the airline!” The group felt deeply frustrated, itching to have their own special treatment—wishing they could somehow become the charming young men receiving the flight attendants’ attention. Su Wu gave a light sigh, took out squid rolls, small fish snacks, blueberries, and beef jerky from her bag, and began to eat them with great relish. The group was stunned, expressing their surprise and promising to pack their own snacks the next time they flew. “Mr. Qin, if these aren’t enough, my colleagues have quite a few more snacks available. I’ll go fetch some more for you,” Cui Yanhui said with a graceful, charming voice. “Ah, thank you, thank you,” Qin replied, smiling. “I’m just glad I managed to move around a bit earlier. Otherwise, I’d have been "Qin Feng's remark was double-edged," the flight attendant said, her face instantly flushing. With a graceful glance, she gave him a look of subtle charm before turning and walking off with a swaying posture. Not long after, Cui Yanhui came back, bent down and placed her hands gently on her chest, speaking softly, "Mr. Qin, our beverage machine has malfunctioned. Typically, the captain and flight attendant are responsible for troubleshooting, but right now the plane is passing through cloud layers, and they simply don't have the time. Would you be able to assist me?" As she spoke, Cui gave him a meaningful glance. "Certainly," Qin, the young gentleman, stood up with great generosity. At that moment, the other flight attendants were stationed in business and economy class, leaving only Cui Yanhui. As soon as the two entered, the attendant hurriedly closed the door and immediately rushed into Qin Feng's arms. What comes next doesn’t need to be explained—Qin Dashi already knows. Soon, they shed their lower garments. Qin Feng moves swiftly, undoing all the buttons of her blouse, then pushing her bra up, revealing two snowy, towering peaks. He lifts her into his arms and places her on the workbench, then drives into her. Cui Yanhui’s legs tightly wrap around his waist, her long, flowing hair cascading as it sways rhythmically with each movement. “Mr. Qin, you’re absolutely amazing,” the flight attendant says, her voice trembling. “Would you like to be my boyfriend? I’ve fallen in love with you instantly—truly, from the very first meeting…” “Hmm, I do have high standards for my girlfriends,” Qin Feng smiles. “Of course, as a flight attendant, my appearance and figure are naturally excellent. As for the rest—well, you’ve already seen my skills on the bed. What more could I possibly offer?” This woman is quite straightforward—Korean women, like the ones from the Korean Peninsula, are generally more open-minded than Chinese girls. "Heh, if you're really confident in your skills, then let's settle that first—after that, we can talk about the rest!" "Good... I'm going to heaven..." Hmph. You were already up there all along. With his persistent efforts, the flight attendant was utterly defeated, collapsing afterward, her body aching and sore, breathing heavily as she sat in her chair, her eyes appearing dazed. As for Qin Feng, he simply buttoned up his pants, gave her a bright smile, and left with a vibrant demeanor. When he returned to his seat, Su Wu gave him another look of disdain. It wasn't until half an hour later that Cui Yanhui, having combed and styled her hair again, reappeared among the group. She first bowed gracefully to Qin Feng and sincerely said, "Thank you, Mr. Qin. Without your help, our beverage machine would definitely have stopped working!" "You're welcome," Qin said mentally. "The Korean-Chinese people are so polite—after I've done all the work, you still have to bow and thank me. What a virtue! Though, honestly, it's quite embarrassing." Thunder… The aircraft suddenly experienced intense vibrations. Cui Yanhui, already feeling weak in her legs, simply collapsed into Qin Feng's arms, clutching tightly at his neck. All the other passengers were startled. Qin Feng, no longer able to attend to the delicate fragrance and warmth of the women in his arms, asked, "What's going on? Hasn't the plane been struck by lightning?"