The Villainous Celebrity Wife of the CEO - Chapter 135.3

Su Jishi raised her eyebrows: “Excuse me, this is my assistant’s seat.”

Mu Xiulun countered, “Excuse me, this is my plane.”

Su Jishi: “…”

So when Xiao Xia came back with snacks and drinks, she was surprised to find her seat occupied. She didn’t show a hint of aggravation at all. On the contrary, she cheerfully carried her food and changed seats. She was particularly deferential. She was really worthy of a CP dog hidden in the only fan group.

……

Other people also witnessed Mu Xiulun’s change of seat behavior. They turned a blind eye and deaf ear to everything and held their breath. Soon, an ambiguous and quiet atmosphere spread in the entire cabin.

Only Qin Qiu’s eyes were despondent. Seriously, he reminded one of a puppy that fell out of favor, with ears and tail down drooping.

After spectating for so long, Chen Gangyu sensitively detected his lovelorn trail and gently comforted him to get over it. President Mu had the looks, the wealth as well as kindness. Su Jin and he were a match made in heaven, a groundbreaking pair. Apart from being young, what else could Qin Qiu compare with the Big Boss?

Qin Qiu whispered, “I can’t look away. I want to vent.”

Chen Gangyu was a whole round older than him. She looked at him like, as if he were an ignorant little brother, and asked, “How do you want to vent?”

Qin Qiu: “I want to spend money to vent.”

Chen Gangyu thought that it was right for fans to call him ‘mother’s sweet baby son’. He was quite a good son, no? When other male artists encountered unpleasant things, they would either smoke, drink, fight or go drag racing, but he would spend money to vent. It was really environmentally friendly and energy-saving.

Chen Gangyu said, “Spending money is fine. Isn’t money earned just to spend? We’ll arrive at the airport in a minute. Do you want this elder sister to accompany you shopping in duty-free shops? “

But Qin Qiu shook his head and said, “The things I want to buy are not available in duty-free stores.”

“What do you want to buy?”

Qin Qiu heaved a long sigh: “I want to buy financial products.”

“…”

“Spend money when heartbroken; spend money angry; spend money when sad…Spending is impulsive consumption. It’s better to spend this consumption on financial products. In this way, we can not only consume, but also make more and more money.” Qin Qiu eyes flashed, “Sister Chen, what do you think?”

Chen Gangyu: “I think you’re full of rubbish.”

After a short two-hour flight, President Mu’s private plane slowly landed at Darwin International Airport in the capital of Australia’s Northern Territory.

After landing, Mu Xiulun moved to part with them.

Before parting, several artists, led by the Chief Director, stepped forward to thank Mu Xiulun. If not for his help, they would not have been able to fly back home so smoothly.

Mu Xiulun replied indifferently, “It’s no bother.”

But his eyes swept through the crowd and landed on Su Jishi, who was standing in the back row.

After the thankful crowd dispersed, Su Jishi walked up to him and suddenly stretched out her half-clenched fist to him in a reserved and proud manner.

Mu Xiulun stared at her fist suspiciously for a long time, also silently extended his fist, and gently hit hers.

Su Jishi: “…Mr. Mu, I wasn’t looking for a fist bump with you.”

Mu Xiulun: “…”

Su Jishi: “Spread your hand.”

So Mu Xiulun obediently placed his hand under Su Jishi’s fist and unfurled his palm.

The next second, he saw the girl’s fingers loosening, and a black gem, like a falling star, fell into his palm with the pull of gravity.

Mu Xiulun’s pupils shook. He looked at the translucent black creation with some surprise.

Its shade resembled glass, but it felt like stone…

“Volcanic glass.” Su Jishi said softly, “This volcanic glass was found in the lake where you picked me up, and now, I’m giving it to you.”

……

Watching the girl’s graceful silhouette drifting farther and further away, Mu Xiulun closed his fingers and hid the black ticking ore into his coat pocket.

Secretary Gao asked incomprehensibly, “President Mu, why don’t you just send Miss Su back home? Why did you have to make a detour and send her to Australia?”

Mu Xiulun coldly replied, “Why should I send her back to China specifically? I just happened to come to Australia on business and gave her a ride.”

Secretary Gao: “…” Fine, whatever makes you happy.

The flight back home was scheduled two hours later.Luckily, Darwin Airport was not too crowded and these Chinese artists kept a really low-profile and did not attract any attention.

They printed their tickets and sat in the VIP lounge, waiting to board their flight. Courteous attendants served them desserts and drinks while they passed the time.

When they got to the airport, they were finally able to connect to the Internet! Everyone immediately took out their electronic devices, connected to the airport wifi, and anxiously browsed online news.

As expected, the internet had long exploded for the mishap they encountered, with everyone discussing how serious this volcano and tsunami in Sulawesi really was, and how irresponsible the program group was for not preparing well in advance and putting the safety of all the artists at risk.

Seeing so many scolding posts, the Chief Director became the scapegoat and had no choice but to resign to his fate.

In these posts, the frequency ‘Su Jin’s name being mentioned was definitely the highest. When a news reporter went to an interview, she volunteered to donate blood, a scene that infected many people. Be it fans or passers-by, they were impressed by her initiative. Although some people were dubious that it was self-hype, more people believed in her and were impressed by her bravery in sacrificing herself for others.

The Chief Director watched that interview extract many times over and over and teased Su Jishi, “Miss Su, you said that day that you wouldn’t let me use this natural disaster to help you hype. See, now you don’t need to hype. Your good name is already known to many people.”

Su Jishi clarified rather bitterly, “This is an unforeseen gaffe… I really wanted to donate blood at that time, but I didn’t weigh enough to do it.”

The Chief Director said, “But at least you have this intention. You should know that many people are afraid to donate blood and are unwilling to do so. Now, with you as a role model, I’m sure many people will be brave enough to get on the blood donation bus.”

They were chatting when a service staff suddenly approached, holding a latest model Apple phone, and handed it to Su Jishi.

The man rejoiced: “My lady, your phone has been left here for a long time. I didn’t expect to encounter you again today.”

Su Jishi was stunned: “What?” She had never been to the Northern Territory, so how could she have left her phone here. “Did you mistake me for someone else?”

“There is no mistaken identity.” The service staff shook his head, “There are very few Asians in the Northern Territory, and those who come to the VIP room to rest are even fewer. At that time, you left your phone on the table… Look at the lock screen photo of this phone. Isn’t it you?”

While speaking, the service staff immediately turned on the phone, and the white big Apple logo flashed —— As he has said, the phone’s lock screen photo was of Su Jishi with an older woman.

In the photo, ‘Su Jishi’ had long hair pulled up with a hairpin. Her eyes were like water, and her smile carried a veiled tenderness. Next to her, a gentle woman in a turquoise hospital gown was sitting in the sunlight. Because of chemotherapy, her originally thick hair had fallen off, and she was also wearing a nasal cannula between her nose.

She and her features were extraordinarily similar. No matter who looked at it, they could easily guess the blood relationship between the two in the photo.

Caught off guard, Su Jishi crashed into this two shot picture with a glance.

She caught her breath, and for a moment, it was as if she had lost the ability to breathe.

The person in the photo was the face she missed day and night, but could never see again.

But she never expected that she would be reunited at this time and in this place.

Beside her, Qin Qiu heard their conversation. He curiously peeked and saw the photo on the lock screen of her phone at a glance.

“Eh?” Qin Qiu exclaimed, “Sister Su, is this you and your mother?”

“…Hmm.” Su Jishi’s voice sounded contained in the middle of her throat.

Yes, the people in the photo were ‘Su Jin’ and ‘Su Jin’s mother’.

But she —— Was she Su Jin?