Supreme Heir Son-in-law
Chapter 166: Airplane

Chapter 166: Chapter 166: Airplane

Xu Ke barely slept that night. He only dozed off for a while before waking up. Taking advantage of Lin Mengyao’s deep sleep, he quietly packed his luggage, completely turned off the alarm she set earlier, dropped a kiss on her forehead, and left with his suitcase.

Outside the mountaintop villa, Xu Jie, who had been woken up by her unscrupulous boss, stifled a yawn as she prepared to see Xu Ke off to the airport.

Because it was very early, there were almost no vehicles on the road. The two made their way to the airport without any hindrance.

"After I leave, take good care of Yaoyao and don’t let anyone bully her. Once things are settled, I’ll give you a bonus for the holidays when I return," Xu Ke said, carrying Lin Mengyao’s pink suitcase, instructing Xu Jie.

"Rest assured, I will definitely take good care of the boss’s wife," Xu Jie replied with a bow to Xu Ke.

Seeing Xu Jie agree, Xu Ke reluctantly boarded the plane.

At five in the morning, Xu Ke’s flight took off on time. In first class, Xu Ke closed his eyes, ready to catch some sleep, as he had two hours from Luocheng to Shangjing to rest.

But as fate would have it, just as Xu Ke was feeling drowsy, a quarrel broke out. The noise instantly dissipated his drowsiness. Xu Ke looked in the direction of the commotion, as did nearly all the other passengers in the cabin. The protagonists of the incident were a slightly balding man and a tall, strikingly beautiful flight attendant.

"Please show some respect," the flight attendant said, her face flushed red, her eyes wide with anger.

"What are you pretending for? Your skirt is so short, and you’re sticking your butt out in front of me. Any man would know what you mean by that. I just touched you, and you’re making a big deal out of it. Isn’t this what you want? Pah, a whore like you acting chaste?" The man spat at the flight attendant, and the purple uniform skirt was darkened by the spittle.

The noise attracted other flight attendants in the cabin, creating a floral spectacle. Just then, a flight attendant in a blue uniform pushed through the crowd to stand before the two.

"Sorry to interrupt, dear passenger. Could I ask what happened to make you so upset? Was our staff not meeting your service expectations?" The blue-uniformed attendant inquired, smiling pleasantly at the man.

"Are you her boss? How were your company’s employees trained? Can they even serve customers? If not, they should pack up and leave first class instead of disgusting people here. I paid for a first-class ticket to enjoy myself, not to endure your attitude, understood?" The man reached out to poke the breast of the flight attendant in the blue uniform, but she subtly dodged, letting his finger land on her shoulder instead.

"Since you’re dissatisfied with her service, I’ll have someone else replace her. Please don’t let this affect your mood during the trip." The flight attendant’s smile remained unchanged as she addressed the man, but her gaze was significantly sharper when it landed on the attendant in purple. "Why are you still standing around? Apologize to the passenger. Do I need to teach you such a trivial thing?" she said sternly.

"Why should I apologize? I did nothing wrong. He’s the one at fault." The attendant in purple looked at her spit-stained uniform, her expression unpleasant.

"You better apologize to me, what do you think you are! Just because you’re wearing that purple uniform, you think you’re someone important? You’re just a high-class escort in uniform. I just touched you lightly, and you embarrass me, who gives you the right? Or do you think because I didn’t pay you, I have no claim to you?" the man moved a step forward, his potbelly almost touching the attendant in purple, head held high, as if looking down at her.

"It’s just money. I have loads of money. Is this enough for you? If not, then how about this?" the man said, pulling out a bank card from his wallet and flinging it into the woman’s face, leaving a mark on her fair cheek.

The passengers in the cabin watched this unfold, their eyes cold and unconcerned, much like the man’s demeanor, as if they were deities above the human realm.

Blood had seeped from the woman’s fair cheek, now scratched. She trembled as if unable to stand steady. "Watch your filthy mouth. Stop projecting your dirty thoughts onto others. Who’s the whore? I think your whole family might qualify. So what if you have a little stinking money? Does it make you superior? But no amount of money can mask the stench of scum you carry. Pah, what do you think you are!" the woman scolded with fervor, hands on her hips.

"Xiao Su, quiet down! Is that how you speak to a passenger? Did your teachers teach you this in school?" The woman intended to continue her tirade but was stopped by the woman in blue.

"My teachers taught me to smile at passengers but not to tolerate scum. If you’re all willing to indulge him, that’s your choice, but don’t impose your standards on me. Worst case, I’ll quit this job." With that, the woman tore off the scarf around her neck and threw it to the ground, though the scarf floated lightly, adding a touch of unintended humor.

"Don’t put on a show for me. I won’t fall for it. This matter isn’t over today. Call your supervisor. If I’m not given a satisfactory answer, don’t blame me for what I’ll do," the man said, pointing his gold-ringed finger at the woman.

"What do you intend to do?" Xu Ke set aside the blanket draped over him, stood up, and entered the smoke-filled scene.

"Who are you? This is between me and her. What business is it of yours?" The man first examined Xu Ke’s clothing and, noticing none were more expensive than his, relaxed and spoke with a hint of hostility.

"I’m just a passerby who can’t stand idly by. If you hadn’t made such a racket, disturbing me, I wouldn’t have seen this mess and naturally wouldn’t be here meddling," Xu Ke said, one hand in his pocket, his head slightly tilted, his voice calm and even.

"Now, apologize to this lady," Xu Ke commanded, glancing at the woman in purple while addressing the man in a slightly authoritative tone.