Chenxing didn’t bother to change her clothes; she was still in her loungewear, clutching her phone as she headed out the door.

The butler hurried after her, "Young Mistress, where are you going?"

"The airport." Chenxing said, already making her way to the garage. She got into her small car, rolled down the window as she passed by the butler, and carefully instructed, "Butler, please keep an eye on Zun Zun. When he wakes up, give him some porridge."

"Young Mistress, what are you going to do at the airport? Where are you going?"

Chenxing shook her head, "I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to the airport to pick up Shaocheng."

Then, the maroon small car sped off.

Chenxing’s heart was uneasy, clinging to a glimmer of hope as she raced down the road. Did Shaocheng not achieve his goals in the end? If he had become the president, wouldn’t he have called her immediately to share the good news?

But the current situation left her thoughts in chaos. Shaocheng hadn’t called her, and all phones were switched off. Had he taken an early flight back?

Chenxing’s heart sank deeper and deeper, she had a bad premonition.

She didn’t even know how she managed to drive to the airport, arriving at the main control room of the private airport.

The staff recognized her and hurried over to attend to her; Chenxing shook her head and waved her hand, "Did Shaocheng fly back?"

The airport supervisor hurried over to inquire, eagerly offering her tea and water.

Chenxing had no mood to drink, she asked again, "Did Shaocheng fly back?"

"Young Mistress, I’ll go and ask. Please have a seat for a while."

Chenxing couldn’t sit still, "I’ll go with you."

The result was just as she guessed. The supervisor said, "The gentleman’s plane will land in twenty minutes. Young Mistress, do you have an urgent matter? If not, I can arrange a resting room for you to wait in."

"No need, I’ll wait for Shaocheng on the airport lawn." Chenxing said, striding out.

She looked up at the sky, her heart tightly clenched, her fingers gripping the phone tighter and tighter. The supervisor, being a man, found a female manager to accompany her, holding an umbrella for her. Chenxing glanced at her with no expression, always polite, she even forgot to say thank you, only nervously watching the sky.

Twenty minutes, which usually passes in the blink of an eye when scrolling through the phone, felt especially torturous to her as she stared intently at the azure sky without blinking.

Her heart was filled with unspeakable anxiety, Chenxing took a deep breath, an ominous feeling growing stronger, her mind spiraled with worry, convinced that things were desperately wrong; the more she thought about it, the more distressed she felt.

Finally, a rumbling noise reached her ears, and a plane gradually came into view.

The air around her roared with strong gusts, her hair whipped wildly, yet Chenxing couldn’t wait for the plane to come to a complete stop and started running after it on the runway.

"Young Mistress, don’t go over there!" someone shouted anxiously from behind.

Chenxing turned a deaf ear. By the time the plane came to a full stop, she was already standing expectantly beneath it.

She was wearing something akin to pajamas, her hair in disarray. Gu Shaocheng descended from the plane, and upon lowering his head, unexpectedly saw her. He froze for a moment, then quickly stepped off the plane, approaching her and effortlessly pulled her into his arms. In the next second, he took off his jacket to wrap her whole body. "Your lips are turning purple with cold, why are you dressed like this at the airport?" Gu Shaocheng immediately considered a possibility, "Were you waiting just for me?"