Chapter 180 - 163: "Good Girl

Chapter 180: Chapter 163: "Good Girl

Nanlu Clubhouse.

Han Yijia wore an off-the-shoulder black evening gown. Her beautiful face was exquisitely made up, and her exposed, slender arms and delicate legs were fair and luminous. Combined with the elegant ambiance of the high-end restaurant, she looked every bit the refined socialite.

A man sat across from Han Yijia, phone in hand, earnestly trying to find the perfect angle to photograph her.

"Babe, you look so beautiful from this angle!"

"Babe, you’re definitely going to love this one!"

"Babe, your smile is so enchanting!"

...

From the moment he started taking pictures, the man’s stream of praise never stopped.

"Let me see~"

Han Yijia struck several different poses, letting her boyfriend take many pictures of her before reaching out for his phone.

"Jiajia, before we came to dinner today, I specifically went on Little Sweet Potato to do some homework. I studied photo composition. See if I’ve gotten any better?"

Zhang Peng sought her praise while casually picking up a wine-marinated shrimp and beginning to peel it for Han Yijia.

"Not bad."

Han Yijia looked down, scrolling through the photos, her tone slightly dismissive.

Miao Yue: 2707

Suddenly, a text message silently popped up on Zhang Peng’s phone.

Han Yijia froze for a second. Then, without a change in expression, she pretended to keep scrolling through the photos Zhang Peng had taken, but in reality, she had tapped on the text message.

The message history was completely clean, with no prior records.

Han Yijia then went into Zhang Peng’s WhatsApp. She first searched for Miao Yue directly, but the search showed no such person. It wasn’t until she typed the letters "my" into the search bar that a WhatsApp contact named Ma Yan appeared before her eyes.

However, this WhatsApp contact, saved under a man’s name, had a profile that clearly indicated the user was female. What’s more, their Moments feed was filled with a woman’s selfies.

’Heh...’

’He’s really not picky, is he?’

Although Han Yijia had never imagined that her ever-obedient boyfriend would cheat on her, she showed not a hint of emotion. She simply sneered inwardly.

In her opinion, this woman named "Ma Yan"—in reality, "Miao Yue"—was far inferior to her in terms of looks. Even her figure was nothing special.

Her only good quality...

Maybe that she was slutty?

’But even then, she can’t compare to me.’

’I just never showed that side of me to you.’

As Han Yijia thought this, she unhurriedly deleted her recent search history and returned to the photo album, as if nothing had happened.

As a veteran player, Han Yijia found Zhang Peng and Miao Yue’s little tricks to be utter child’s play.

Obviously, the number Miao Yue had just sent Zhang Peng had to be a hotel room number.

She was completely unfazed by this.

He was just a mobile ATM. She never planned on things getting serious with him anyway.

As a pilot with an annual salary in the millions, Zhang Peng was, for now, barely adequate for her needs.

Exposing him would do her no good.

However, it was necessary to use this opportunity to apply some pressure and teach him a little lesson.

Han Yijia picked up her own phone and used AirDrop to send the photos from Zhang Peng’s phone to her own.

"Who’s Miao Yue?"

Han Yijia asked casually, without looking up.

Zhang Peng, who was in the middle of peeling a shrimp for Han Yijia, heard her sudden question, and his hands trembled involuntarily.

"Miao Yue?"

"What about her?"

"She’s a staff member in our flight department."

Zhang Peng replied, thinking on his feet and feigning composure.

"Oh..."

"Nothing, she just sent you a text."

Han Yijia’s tone was flat. As she spoke, she handed Zhang Peng’s phone back to him, acting as if she suspected nothing.

"Really?"

Seeing Han Yijia’s attitude, Zhang Peng’s pounding heart began to settle a little. After taking the phone, he immediately checked the text message.

"Babe, I forgot to tell you earlier."

"I have to go back to the airline this afternoon. We have a flight training meeting."

"The number that Miao Yue just sent me is a file retrieval code for our airline’s internal system. Don’t overthink it."

Zhang Peng scrambled to explain, "She’s just a weird person, really withdrawn. She’s a woman of few words, to say the least. I don’t really interact with her, which is why I don’t even have her on WhatsApp."

"What..."

"You’re leaving later?!"

"But it’s my birthday today!"

"Are you really going to make me spend it alone?!"

After hearing Zhang Peng’s words, Han Yijia put on a timely expression of disappointment, though inwardly she was sneering nonstop.

’He’s going to find time to jump into bed with that vixen, even on my birthday?’

’So pathetic, yet so desperate!’

Seeing Han Yijia’s expression, Zhang Peng was overcome with guilt.

"Babe!"

"I’ll be quick!"

"I’ll be back in two hours, tops!"

"Why don’t you go walk around National Gold for a bit? If you like any clothes or shoes, I’ll buy them for you when I get back. And haven’t you always wanted a Hermes bag?"

"I’ll buy it all for you tonight!"

Miao Yue was just a temporary thrill for Zhang Peng.

Compared to her, Han Yijia was what truly mattered.

Dating a top-tier, beautiful flight attendant gave him a massive ego boost wherever he went.

The envious looks from passersby and friends gave him a high like an opium rush—completely irresistible and already impossible to shake.

It was precisely because of this that Zhang Peng was so obedient to Han Yijia’s every whim.

Alas, while Han Yijia was beautiful and had a great body, she was also a bit frigid. With basically zero experience, she was just too innocent and often resisted any intimacy.

Regarding this situation, although Zhang Peng was often sexually frustrated, he was secretly delighted, which only further convinced him that Han Yijia was a good girl.

Men are such contradictory creatures. They like experienced women who can give them a better time, yet they can’t accept their own woman being experienced before she met them.

"Hmph..."

"All you ever think about is buying me clothes, bags, and shoes. Am I only with you for those things?"

Han Yijia turned her head slightly to look out the window, her voice tinged with melancholy. "I just want you to spend more time with me, to be by my side when I need you. You just don’t understand what I want."

"Yes, yes, yes..."

"My fault, my fault."

Hearing this, Zhang Peng’s heart filled with even more tender affection for her. "Babe, I’ll definitely make more time to be with you in the future. I know you’re not with me for those things, but this is my way of showing my love for you!"

"I think that line from Teacher Yang Li is spot on: if a man’s sincerity isn’t proven with money, is it proven with just words?"

At the same time, Zhang Peng made a resolution.

This time, er...

At most, one more time... two more times... five more times...

Right, after ten more times at most!

He would cut off this unhealthy relationship with Miao Yue and treat Han Yijia with all his heart to make up for what he owed her.

However, while Zhang Peng was saying all this, Han Yijia, sitting across from him, didn’t hear a single word. Her gaze was completely captivated by a figure outside the window.

Gu Heng!

Han Yijia couldn’t believe she was seeing Gu Heng again after just two days.

’This must be a special kind of fate...’

In that moment, Han Yijia felt a deep resonance with the Zhou Xun from last night.

Compared to the more business-oriented outfits Gu Heng wore the last two times, his clothes today looked very casual.

He was wearing a black Burberry runway trench coat over a simple black crew-neck t-shirt and black jeans, with a pair of black leather boots on his feet.

The all-black attire, combined with a height and proportions comparable to a world-class male model and looks that rivaled a top-tier male celebrity, made him handsome on a whole other level.

At that moment, he was walking at the center of a group.

On his left and right were middle-aged men and women in suits, exuding an extraordinary air. One look was enough to tell they were no ordinary people. Behind them followed four younger men and women, each carrying a briefcase and also dressed in suits, looking like assistants or secretaries.

The group quickly entered the Nanlu Clubhouse.

The restaurant manager personally greeted them and then, beaming, walked ahead to lead Gu Heng’s party. Their path was headed straight for Han Yijia’s table.

"What is it?"

After rambling on for a while, Zhang Peng finally noticed that Han Yijia wasn’t paying attention to him. He asked her what was wrong while following her gaze to look behind him.

Just then, led by the restaurant manager, Gu Heng, Qin Ying, and the others walked near Han Yijia’s table.

At such a close distance, and with Han Yijia staring at him intently, Gu Heng naturally noticed her sitting by the window.

He looked at Han Yijia, with her exquisite makeup, black strapless cocktail dress, and obviously well-styled hair, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Then, his gaze swept inconspicuously over to Zhang Peng sitting across from her. Recalling what Jiang Ruan had once told him about Han Yijia’s situation, the surprise in his eyes quietly shifted to a hint of amusement.

Qin Ying and Xu Ke were the sharpest of the sharp. Their ability to read people had been honed to perfection. Noticing the change in Gu Heng’s expression, they both quickly and discreetly sized up Han Yijia.

But seeing that Gu Heng had no intention of stopping, they said nothing and continued to escort him toward a quiet private room in the restaurant.

The group passed by in a hurry and soon disappeared from Han Yijia’s and Zhang Peng’s sight.

’He just saw me!’

’He definitely remembers me!’

An inexplicable joy welled up in Han Yijia’s heart, and even her eyes seemed to shine a little brighter.

"Babe..."

"Come on, eat the shrimp. It won’t taste as good when it gets cold."

Zhang Peng placed the bowl he had just filled with peeled, wine-marinated shrimp in front of Han Yijia, his tone eager.

As for why Han Yijia had been staring so intently at that group, Zhang Peng simply assumed she was curious about high-society types. It never crossed his mind—he couldn’t possibly imagine—that the "innocent and pure good girl" in his heart had once been sports buddies with that incredibly distinguished-looking young man.

"Thanks, honey."

Han Yijia replied absently, her mind already completely occupied by the image of Gu Heng...