Ye Wangshu frowned: "Didn't he... come up here?"
Xie Lin said with a long face, "He said that while he was in the car getting the perfume, the plane took off, and he said he would come back to deal with me."
Ye Wangshu glanced at him, then lowered her eyes guiltily: "He's in a bad mood, please be understanding of your brother."
Xie Lin was dumbfounded.
He doubted whether he was really his biological son.
Under Ye Wangshu's coercion, he compromised for the sake of family harmony and made a voice call to Xie Wang.
When Xie Wang's voice, as cold as ice, reached his ears, he shivered twice.
"Why did the plane take off without my permission?"
Xie Lin glanced at Ye Wangshu furtively and whispered, "We thought you had gone back to your seat, so Mom told the captain that we could take off."
"No wonder."
Xie Wang was on his way to the international airport.
After thinking it over, only someone from their family could get the captain to take off.
"Brother, how are you getting here?"
"Take a passenger plane."
"Oh," Xie Lin said innocently. "Then you should be careful, since you'll need to transfer flights."
Xie Wang: "Understood."
After hanging up the phone, Xie Wang sighed softly.
Luckily, his passport was in his pocket, otherwise he might not have been able to get married.
Because he was in a rush, he hurriedly bought a ticket for a flight two hours later. If he was lucky, he could get an upgrade; if he was unlucky, he could only sit in economy class.
Before boarding the plane, Xie Wang made a voice call to Ling Shuangjiang, because the plane he was about to board did not have Wi-Fi.
"So? Do you have a solution?"
In the video, Xie Wang is sitting on a public chair in the airport lobby, elbows resting on his legs, slightly hunched over, looking very tired.
"I took a passenger plane and arrived around noon."
Ling Shuangjiang paused for a moment: "Should we postpone the wedding? It starts at one o'clock in the afternoon. I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it without rest."
Xie Wang ran his fingertips across the screen, then landed on Ling Shuangjiang's face.
Perhaps it's due to my age.
Xie Wang has been rather sentimental lately.
He feels like crying for no reason right now.
"No need, I'll catch up on sleep on the plane."
Ling Shuangjiang smiled at him: "Now you know why the plane didn't wait for you?"
Xie Wang frowned: "My mom told the captain to fly, thinking I was there."
Ling Shuangjiang smiled and her eyes crinkled: "If Mom wants to discipline you again in the future, she might go easy on you."
The two chatted for a while, and Xie Wang felt much better.
After a reluctant farewell to Ling Shuangjiang, he boarded the plane.
Although Xie Wang wasn't a celebrity, he was still considered well-known. After finding his seat and sitting down, a young man next to him exclaimed in surprise, "Are you President Xie?"
Xie Wang noticed that the person looked unfamiliar and wasn't sure if he was an employee or someone he had done business with before, so he politely nodded and said, "Yes."
The man smiled brightly: "I heard on Weibo that you're getting married to Shuangjiang the day after tomorrow. It's already this late, are you still going on a business trip?"
Xie Wang replied calmly, "Yes, it's about making a living; I have no other choice."
The boy's eyes suddenly filled with admiration. (Teasingly, Zhengli.)
If someone so wealthy still has to fly economy class to conduct business on the eve of their wedding, how can they not work hard?
"Keep it up, Mr. Xie."
Xie Wang nodded: "Okay, keep it up."
A day and a night passed, and Ling Shuangjiang and the others had arrived at the island.
Lin Yinci was very worried after hearing that Xie Wang hadn't boarded the plane. "How will Xiao Wang get here? Remind him not to rush and to be careful."
Ling Shuangjiang: "He should have already changed flights and be able to arrive before the wedding."
Lin Yinci was still worried: "How could the plane have left him behind?"
Ling Shuangjiang smiled and said, "It was a false alarm."
After settling her relatives and friends at home, Ling Shuangjiang called Ye Wangshu to tell her not to worry about Xie Wang.
Facing Ling Shuangjiang, Ye Wangshu said with a guilty tone, "Shuangjiang, it was my fault, I was too hasty."
Ling Shuangjiang offered her a few words of comfort, then hung up the phone and walked alone on the small island where he was.
The environment here is very nice; the sea breeze is slightly cool, but the beach is warm.
As the tide receded, the beach was covered with crabs and seashells.
Ling Shuangjiang picked up a conch shell, rinsed it clean with seawater, held it up, took a picture, and sent it to Xie Wang.
Soon, Xie Wang called with a voice or video call.
"Honey, I thought you were asleep, so I didn't want to disturb you."
Ling Shuangjiang: "Didn't you say there was no internet on the plane?"
Xie Wang: "It will happen after the situation changes."
Ling Shuangjiang held the conch shell up to her eyes: "Look, the conch shell your Little Dragon Girl is blowing."
Under the sea breeze and moonlight, Ling Shuangjiang's hair was lifted by the wind, and her bright eyes and white teeth carried a hint of purity and sweetness.
Xie Wang's brows were gentle as he took a screenshot and saved it.
"She is not my Little Dragon Girl, the one who belongs to me is Little Frost."
Ling Shuangjiang smiled and slowly sat down on the beach.
"Are you tired? Hang up the phone and get some rest."
Judging from the background behind Xie Wang, he must have been lying on a small bed and had bought a first-class ticket.
Xie Wang clung to him, saying, "I'm not tired. Talking to you is the only real rest I can get. I've been debating for a long time whether or not to call you."
Ling Shuangjiang rested her chin on her hand: "In just one more day, we can get married."
Xie Wang leaned closer to the camera: "Let's kiss while no one's around."
"Childish," Ling Shuangjiang teased him. "Sometimes, you really don't seem like you're twenty-eight, you seem like you're eighteen."
Xie Wang frowned: "When I was eighteen, I was even more immature, just a brat. If you had known me back then, you might have been driven crazy by me, and we might have broken off the engagement."
"You have so little confidence in yourself?" Ling Shuangjiang tapped his forehead with her finger. "If I had met you sooner, our engagement might have been passed on to Xie Lin. In that case, I would have to call you 'Big Brother'."
When this matter is brought up, Xie Wang suffers a myocardial infarction.
He looked behind Ling Shuangjiang and saw that there was no one there, only coconut trees swaying in the wind and an old man's sunflower. He asked worriedly, "Are you all alone on the beach?"
Ling Shuangjiang: "Yes, I'm taking a walk."
Xie Wang: "Hurry back, it's dangerous. If a masked man jumps out, I'll be left without a wife."
Ling Shuangjiang stood up: "You've booked the whole island, how could a masked man possibly jump out?"
Xie Wang: "One should always be wary of others."
Xie Wang accompanied Ling Shuangjiang into the room and said, "Let me see your little bedroom on the eve of the wedding."
Ling Shuangjiang turned on the light and showed him the European castle-style bedroom. "I especially love this semi-circular balcony. The railing is surrounded by vines and flowers, and it smells wonderful."
Xie Wang nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, let me see your wedding dress for tomorrow."
Ling Shuangjiang did as she was told: "Look, it's held up here."
Xie Wang: "Let me see your underwear again."
Ling Shuangjiang curled her lips into a smile: "There are no underwear here."
Xie Wang: "But you have—"
Ling Shuangjiang interrupted him, "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep."
Xie Wang persisted: "Wife, let me guess whether your underwear is white or black?"
The call was disconnected.
Xie Wang, true to his nature, sent Ling Shuangjiang a flirtatious WeChat message.
[You can see mine, my husband.]
Ling Shuang retorted: "Have you no shame?"
The night, which was originally long, passed in the blink of an eye because of the two of them spending a short time together.
The next morning, the costume designer and stylist arrived to help Ling Shuangjiang with her look.
Cheng Fan sat next to him, holding an orange: "You two are really destined to meet."
Ling Shuangjiang: "Why do you say that?"
Cheng Fan: "When I married Xie Chongyan, I was left behind by everyone because I had to get off the ship at the last minute to film some additional scenes."
Ling Shuangjiang was amused.
"I thought that such an absurd thing could only happen to Xie Wang and me."
Cheng Fan raised her eyebrows: "I had a huge fight with Xie Chongyan that day, and in the end he came back to me and carried me there."
Ling Shuangjiang, drawing inferences from one instance, said, "I can't carry Xie Wang."
Cheng Fan: "Just kiss him twice."
Lin Jiayi chimed in, "Kiss him? Dream on!"