The surprise for Chen Cheng was not just the Gulfstream G700, nor the warm and humid weather, but most importantly, the stretch Cadillac parked in front of him.
This Cadillac wasn’t the usual black color but a rare midnight blue, with its elongated body and smooth gilded patterns. The driver with white gloves showed off the luxurious lifestyle Wen Shulin had after leaving Beijing.
And naturally, two black Land Rover Defenders accompanied this mobile mansion.
The luggage for the group was being loaded into the car, and Xiao Meier and Mei Xiang were once again shocked by the series of lavish displays.
"This car... it’s really long..."
Mei Xiang nodded repeatedly in agreement, exclaiming, "Even Mitsui Corporation doesn’t have such a long car! This is so grand!"
But Meng Wanning remained silent. This trip to Hainan kept challenging her understanding.
From the private jet to the stretch Cadillac and then to the accompanying Land Rover Defenders, each element highlighted the power and status of the woman she once "advised."
Yet, this sudden sense of distance didn’t stem from a disparity in social status but rather from their vastly different life paths and values.
"Get in! We still need to head to the place we’re staying at," Wen Shulin called out.
The space inside the car was even more spacious than imagined.
The off-white leather seats were soft and comfortable, with adjustable angles and massage features.
The roof had a starlit ceiling, and one side of the bar had a fresh batch of champagne ready.
"Sister Meixiang, isn’t my family’s limo amazing?" Li Ya sat in the side seat, smiling as she entwined her hand with Mei Xiang’s. "I love this car the most!"
Mei Xiang grunted in response, and still in her down jacket, she visibly felt a bit overheated.
"You should take it off!" Li Ya chuckled, "It’s almost 20 degrees here, don’t get a heatstroke."
"Would that be okay?" Mei Xiang was a bit reserved, regretting not changing into a lighter jacket before landing.
Li Ya kept smiling, "Why not?"
"Look at my mom and Sister Xiao Er, they’ve already changed," Li Ya pointed at Wen Shulin and Xiao Meier, both dressed for vacation.
Indeed, Hainan’s temperature was vastly different from Beijing’s, making the heavy winter attire seem out of place.
Mei Xiang hesitated for a moment, then lightly nodded, "Alright, I’ll take it off."
Under the down jacket, Mei Xiang wore only a beige knit sweater, which gracefully accentuated her curvaceous figure.
"Wow, Sister Meixiang, you’ve really got it going on!" Li Ya teased.
Mei Xiang quickly covered the playful mouth, "Stop teasing me, there are so many people here."
"Hahaha, getting shy!"
Li Ya then looked at Meng Wanning sitting across from her, "Sister Xiao Ning, aren’t you hot?"
A thin layer of sweat appeared on Meng Wanning’s neck; she felt hotter than Mei Xiang. Even after taking off her scarf, the wool coat still made her feel stifled.
She couldn’t help but glance at Wen Shulin, lounging lazily on the opposite leather seat—the slightly open neckline of the silk shirt looked much cooler.
And Xiao Meier, now in a dress, also noticed the sweat on Meng Wanning’s forehead, "Xiao Ning, if you’re hot, take it off. Don’t cover yourself up."
With Xiao Meier’s words, Meng Wanning heaved a sigh of relief and nodded, "Alright, senior sister." The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
She unbuttoned her coat, revealing a thin sweater underneath. Though loose and plain, it was still considered elegant.
As for Chen Cheng, sitting beside them, though long knowing everyone’s respective figures, couldn’t help but let his gaze subtly sweep across the women inside this enclosed space.
His professional habit led him to unconsciously start analyzing and evaluating, though this time the subjects weren’t business rivals but... sizing up their figures.
The most formidable, of course, was Xiao Meier, and her curves became even more pronounced in a Bohemian-style dress.
Mei Xiang ranked second, her slender knit sweater accentuating her full bust, just as Li Ya had said, quite impressive.
Next was Wen Shulin, whose silk shirt was naturally light. Though not as voluptuous as Xiao Meier or Mei Xiang, she had the charm of a mature woman.
As for Li Ya, she remained fiery as ever, with a tight shirt and shorts, reminiscent of the first time Chen Cheng met her.
Finally, Meng Wanning.
The slightly loose thin sweater didn’t reveal much of her figure.
Yet, Chen Cheng, with his practical experience, detected a hint of "potential" in her.
After completing this "evaluation," a subtle smile appeared on Chen Cheng’s face.
"Mr. Chen? Mr. Chen?" Wen Shulin called twice, bringing Chen Cheng back from his wandering thoughts.
He looked at Wen Shulin, "Hm?"
"Pass the glasses," Wen Shulin chuckled, pointing.
Chen Cheng turned and took five champagne glasses from the cabinet, passing them around.
Wen Shulin, meanwhile, took a bottle of champagne from the ice wine stone, took a look, and said, "A 1998 Krug Clos du Mesnil,"
She tilted the bottle, "More suited for a land celebration than the rosé champagne on the plane! It’s all yours, Mr. Chen!"
Chen Cheng accepted the chilly champagne, feeling the cold seeping through the bottle’s touch.
Glancing at the label, even he hadn’t tasted this perfect vintage before.
Skillfully, he peeled off the foil from the bottle neck, holding it steady in one hand while gently twisting the wire cage with the other.
With a faint "pop," the cork eased out silently, releasing an elegant hiss without any spray.