Chapter 610: Chapter 610: Waiting for Me to Come Back?
Arriving at Shangbu International Airport, the night was deep.
After getting off the car, Tang Li saw the presidential aircraft painted in blue and white nearby. Even with stringent security measures in place, there was a moment of brief chaos when the President’s vehicle appeared on the runway. Besides the presidential plane, she also spotted two C-17 transport aircraft, meant for transporting the President’s entourage’s vehicles.
Throughout the process, Tang Li followed Song Baiyan closely, trying her best not to cause him any trouble.
As she stepped onto the boarding stairs, her right hand was grasped.
Song Baiyan led Tang Li onto the plane.
On both sides of the boarding stairs, numerous Special Agents and bodyguards stood guard.
Tang Li couldn’t resist looking back; none of the accompanying staff glanced this way, all focusing straight ahead, or rather, even if they did see something, they made the wisest choice instantly.
After boarding the plane, Tang Li headed to the President’s suite at the very front.
Flying from Shangbu to the Capital took more than three hours.
Sitting at the white windowsill, Tang Li looked through the porthole; below the cover of night, two presidential vehicles had been driven into the transport aircraft, closely followed by a fleet of Chevrolet Suburbans, a scene of organised busyness.
Not long after, Ji Ming came to invite her to dinner in the restaurant.
"The gentleman is still in the office; Miss Tang, you do not need to wait for him."
Despite these words, as Tang Li sat at the dining table and eyed the various dishes, she didn’t immediately start eating. Subconsciously, she wanted to wait and have dinner with Song Baiyan.
About ten minutes of sitting, Tang Li found something to do for herself.
She took out her cellphone and, looking up at Ji Ming, asked, "Can I take a picture of this plate of penne?"
Ji Ming: "..."
Minutes later, "Tang Li V" posted a photo of the penne and pan-fried potatoes, accompanied by three words: "Plane meal."
Soon, netizens began commenting one after another.
"Which airline is this? Next time I’ll also fly with them!"
"It’s not a boxed meal or bread, amazing!"
"Why does it look like it’s not in economy class? [Covering face] It must be first class, right? Who am I, where am I, what am I doing here?"
"A bunch of bumpkins! Obviously, it’s a private jet, okay?"
After that, the original poster was overwhelmed by comments from netizens and quickly fled the scene.
The photo Tang Li posted showed nothing but the dishes, not even capturing the edge of the table. No matter how the netizens speculated, she did not respond; nonetheless, her cheerful mood was evident.
Ji Ming went to the President’s Office on the presidential aircraft.
With other staff members leaving, Song Baiyan also rose from his leather chair, picked up the coat from the back, and while heading out, Ji Ming informed him, "Miss Tang posted a picture of her dinner to the social platform."
By this time, the presidential aircraft had already taken off.
Ji Ming returned with a tablet, showing the screenshot from V-blog to the gentleman.
After the screenshot was enlarged, the screen was filled by the plate of penne.
The words "plane meal" were infused with a sense of exuberant joy.
Song Baiyan looked at it and chuckled. Even though Tang Li was often dignified, there were times when she let slip a girl’s whims, such as showing off. She seemed to want the whole world to know what she was doing, but not in an overt way. Rather, she used a subtle approach, the kind that even if exposed, she could always deny at any time.
Entering the restaurant, Song Baiyan saw Tang Li eating the penne.
Once the penne had cooled, it became hard and sticky.
Song Baiyan had Ji Ming replace the penne and ordered more hot food to be made, then sat down beside Tang Li. Seeing a smudge of tomato sauce on the corner of her mouth, he reached out his hand and wiped it away with his thumb: "Were you waiting to have dinner with me?"