Chapter 1315
The hard wooden armrest
After the car came to a stop, Luo Fei and Jiang Qinqin got out.
The scene before Luo Fei's eyes opened his eyes once again.
Next door is a sizable VIP airport, where a dozen or so private jets of various designs, each exuding luxury and expense, are quietly parked on the tarmac, resembling exquisite works of art under the night sky and lights.
A middle-aged man, dressed in a well-fitting suit, slightly overweight, and with a shrewd look, was already waiting there. Upon seeing Jiang Qinqin, he immediately jogged over to greet her, his face full of respectful and even somewhat obsequious smiles.
The driver explained.
"Young Miss, this is Steward Lü Chuan, who is in charge of managing aircraft affairs."
"Young Miss! Hello! You must be tired from your journey!"
Lu Chuan bowed and greeted them warmly, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Luo Fei, who had an extraordinary air about him, beside Jiang Qinqin. Although curious, he wisely refrained from asking any further questions.
The driver whispered a reminder from the side.
"Manager Lü, today is the day of the chairman's funeral."
Lu Chuan's smile froze instantly. He quickly composed himself, replaced it with a sorrowful expression, and said repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, yes, look at me... Miss, please accept my condolences and take care of yourself!"
Jiang Qinqin waved her hand, her tone calm but with a hint of aloofness.
“It’s okay, my father and I… don’t have much of a relationship.”
Lu Chuan smiled awkwardly, quickly changed the subject, and pointed to one side of the tarmac.
“Miss, Mr. Luo, please look, these four planes all belong to the chairman. The red one next to us is the latest model, which was just acquired last year, and its performance and interior are top-notch.”
On the left, four luxurious private jets of different sizes were parked side by side, their streamlined fuselages exuding technology and luxury.
A little further to the right, a striking red airplane is parked alone, its design even more flamboyant and imposing.
As a girl, Jiang Qinqin's eyes were naturally drawn to the beautiful red airplane, and she did so almost without hesitation.
"Let's sit in that red one."
"Okay, okay! Red is good, it's festive!"
Lu Chuan quickly agreed and led the three of them toward the red plane.
"These aircraft have just undergone a complete inspection and maintenance, and are fully fueled. They are ready to take off at any time!"
As he climbed the gangway and entered the cabin, even the well-traveled Luo Fei was slightly taken aback by the extreme luxury before him.
This was a completely different world from the commercial airliners he usually flew on. Leather sofas, expensive carpets, an exquisite bar, a huge display screen... everywhere exuded comfort and style built with money.
Inside the cabin, four flight attendants in matching uniforms were already lined up and waiting.
They were all tall and hot, at least 1.75 meters tall, with long and straight legs.
However, their "flight attendant uniforms" are somewhat special, more like a carefully modified design. The material of the short skirts has a slightly see-through feel, outlining the curves of the women in a way that is both revealing and concealing. Rather than being professional attire, they are more like a kind of sexy uniform.
Luo Fei raised an eyebrow, leaned close to Jiang Qinqin's ear, and whispered something in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"Your dad is really... quite the player."
Jiang Qinqin's face instantly turned red to her ears, feeling both ashamed and embarrassed, wishing she could disappear into the ground.
She understood what Luo Fei was referring to, of course, and could only awkwardly lower her head, pretending not to hear.
Lu Chuan seemed oblivious to their subtle interaction and continued to greet them warmly.
"Miss, Mr. Luo, please have a seat, please have a seat!"
The interior of this plane was designed by a famous Italian designer. The seats are all genuine leather with electric massage functions. There's a wine cabinet here, filled with the chairman's prized collection. Romanée-Conti is just the basic model here..."
Jiang Qinqin quickly waved her hand.
"I...I don't drink alcohol."
Luo Fei, however, was quite unceremonious. He walked up to the wine cabinet, glanced at it, and pointed to a bottle of red wine that looked expensive.
"Let's keep this bottle. Open it and let it breathe."
"Great! Mr. Luo has excellent taste!"
Lu Chuan immediately agreed and started operating the machine himself.
Two hours later, the red private jet landed smoothly on the dedicated tarmac at Kyoto Airport.
After getting off the plane, Jiang Qinqin gave instructions to Lü Chuan.
"Manager Lü, you and the crew should stay at a hotel near the airport for now. I will contact you if needed."
"Yes, yes, young lady, please rest assured! We are ready to serve at any time!"
Lü Chuan nodded repeatedly.
Luo Fei and Jiang Qinqin walked out of the waiting hall.
Luo Fei glanced at the billionaire heiress beside him, his mind racing. He absolutely couldn't take her to the secret training center; it was top secret.
We must first find a place to settle her down and ensure her safety.
"Let's find a place to stay first."
Luo Fei said to Jiang Qinqin.
"For safety reasons, we need to find a five-star hotel and book a suite on the top floor."
He offered an explanation.
"High-altitude positions can effectively prevent long-range sniping."
Jiang Qinqin understood his intention and nodded.
"I'm not familiar with hotels in Kyoto, so you can book them."
Luo Fei took out his phone, quickly checked the information, and made a decision in no time.
"Let's go to the 'Lanzhou Hyatt Hotel'. It's in the Guomao area and is one of the tallest buildings in Kyoto. The view from the top floor and the security should be pretty good."
When checking in, Jiang Qinqin naturally took out a black bank card and paid a fee of 68,000 yuan per night.
Luo Fei was about to take out his phone to scan the QR code, but seeing this, he silently put his phone back.
When the receptionist saw the Citibank Infinite Black Card, her expression changed slightly, and her attitude became even more respectful, clearly understanding the cardholder's extraordinary status.
She immediately reported the situation to the duty manager via internal communication.
Soon, a hotel manager in a sharp suit, with a capable demeanor, strode over with a perfectly warm smile on his face.
"Distinguished guests, welcome to the Hyatt Regency Luminaire. I am the hotel manager, and I will personally serve you both. Please follow me."
The manager led them to the private elevator to the presidential suite on the 100th floor. Along the way, he politely inquired about the details.
"Would you like your luggage to be brought to your room?"
Luo Fei shook his head.
"We have no luggage."
A barely perceptible look of understanding flashed in the manager's eyes, but his professionalism prevented him from showing any unusual reaction; he simply smiled and nodded.
"Ok, I see."
He may have already categorized these two "lightly dressed" guests in his mind as temporary companions in some kind of special relationship.
Seemingly sensing a possible misunderstanding from the manager, Luo Fei added casually.
"We plan to stay for three days." "Of course, no problem! We wish you both a pleasant stay!"
The manager's smile remained unchanged, but in his heart, he became even more certain of his guess—this was an upgraded version of a wealthy heiress keeping a gigolo and renting a room by the hour, directly booking a presidential suite for three days.
The elevator went straight to the 100th floor, and the heavy double doors slowly opened, revealing the real presidential suite.
Even Luo Fei was slightly taken aback by this extreme luxury. The interior area was astonishing, roughly estimated to be over two thousand square meters. The functional areas were clearly defined and luxuriously arranged.
A spacious living room, a master bedroom with an ensuite bathroom and walk-in closet, equally well-equipped guest rooms, a quiet study, a professional home theater, a state-of-the-art gym, private karaoke rooms, a sauna with separate wet and dry areas…
The most amazing thing is the huge terrace that connects to the living room, where there is an infinity pool that is more than ten meters long. The pool water seems to blend into the distant horizon, offering an unparalleled view.
Luo Fei strode to the floor-to-ceiling window, his sharp gaze sweeping over the surroundings. Just as he had expected, this hotel was the highest point in the area, with no other building within three kilometers able to match it.
At this altitude and distance, even the most skilled snipers would pose virtually no threat.
He nodded in satisfaction; the safety level here was very high.
After quickly checking all the rooms and entrances, Luo Fei made arrangements.
"Miss Jiang, you will stay in the master bedroom. I will stay in the guest room opposite yours."
For your safety, I will stay here for the next three days to provide close protection.
Jiang Qinqin had no objection to this; having experienced the assassination attempt during the day, she had complete trust in Luo Fei's arrangements.
She looked at the empty suite and made the suggestion.
"We didn't bring anything with us, should we go downstairs and buy some necessities?"
Luo Fei checked the time and nodded in agreement.
"Okay, let's rest for a bit first, and then come downstairs in half an hour."
The two sat down on the sofas, and the brief, tense escape and the impact of the luxurious environment brought on a sense of exhaustion.
Jiang Qinqin leaned back in the soft sofa and fell asleep without realizing it, her breathing becoming even and long.
Luo Fei had been resting with his eyes closed, but upon hearing her steady breathing, he opened them and looked at her.
The girl curled up on the sofa, her sleeping posture devoid of her usual aloofness and guardedness, revealing a touch of fragility.
He intended to carry her to the bed in the master bedroom, but considering the difference between the two men and women and the fear of causing unnecessary misunderstandings, he got up, found a soft, thin blanket in the guest room, and gently covered her with it.
Then, he returned to the single sofa next to him and closed his eyes for a short rest.
……
Meanwhile, in the hotel lobby.
After seeing Luo Fei and his companion upstairs, the manager returned to the front desk and overheard two young female receptionists gossiping in hushed tones.
"Did you see that? Did you see that?"
That girl was using a Citibank Black Card! She's a true heiress from a top-tier wealthy family!
"I saw her! But the guy next to her looked pretty ordinary, he didn't even have any luggage..."
"You wouldn't understand, would you? I bet that guy is... well, you know, a kept man! Maybe even a professional gigolo! Look at them, they definitely decided to book a room on a whim!"
Upon hearing this, the manager's face hardened, and he stepped forward to reprimand the man in a low voice.
"No talking about customers during work hours! Do you even want your salary?"
The two receptionists were so startled that they stuck out their tongues and quickly shut up.
The manager outwardly stopped them, but deep down, he actually somewhat agreed with their guesses.
A wealthy heiress and a seemingly ordinary but exceptionally skilled young man, without any luggage, check directly into the top-tier presidential suite... This combination is hard not to make people's imaginations run wild.
He even felt a pang of envy, jealousy, and resentment that any man would understand, and he sighed inwardly.
Being handsome has its advantages; you can skip decades of hard work...
……
In the presidential suite.
Jiang Qinqin didn't know how long she had slept when she was startled awake by a vague nightmare and suddenly opened her eyes.
She was initially a little confused, but then she realized that she was covered with a soft, thin blanket, and Luo Fei was sitting on the sofa not far away, his head tilted back slightly, seemingly asleep, and even emitting soft, rhythmic snoring.
Her heart skipped a beat, and her gaze involuntarily fell on Luo Fei's face.
Previously, either in times of crisis or during conversations, she had neither the opportunity nor the inclination to examine him so closely.
Under the soft light in the suite, she realized that Luo Fei was actually quite good-looking.
He had a high, straight nose, arched eyebrows that slanted upwards, long eyelashes in his closed eyes, and a well-defined face with resolute lines. His wheat-colored skin added to his sunny and dashing appearance.
Jiang Qinqin, who studied art, has a very high aesthetic eye. Even she has to admit that, from an aesthetic point of view, if Luo Fei were dressed in ancient costume, he would definitely be a dashing and elegant gentleman.
She was so engrossed in watching it that she even felt an urge to take out her sketchbook and sketch the "Sleeping Beauty" in front of her.
As if guided by a ghost, she stretched out her slender fingers and, from a distance, gently stroked the outline of Luo Fei's high, straight nose in the air.
Just as her fingertips brushed against the tip of his nose in the air—
Luo Fei's eyes suddenly opened without warning!
Those dark eyes were like a cold pool, clear and sharp, without the slightest trace of the drowsiness of just waking up!
"Ouch!"
"Uh!"
The two of them let out a low gasp at the same time.
Jiang Qinqin was caught doing something "bad" and was so frightened that she shrank back, but her forehead accidentally bumped into the hard wooden armrest of the sofa.
Luo Fei, having suddenly opened his eyes and focused his gaze too quickly, found himself face to face with Jiang Qinqin, who was standing right next to him. He instinctively leaned back as well.
The two quickly separated, and an awkward atmosphere filled the air.
Jiang Qinqin covered her forehead, which had been bruised and sore. Her face instantly turned as red as a ripe apple, burning hot, and she didn't dare to look Luo Fei in the eye.
"Are you OK?"
Luo Fei rubbed his temples and asked with concern.
His reaction was purely instinctive; his long-term training instilled a heightened sense of alertness, instantly waking him up when he sensed a close-range "threat."
"No...it's nothing, I was just startled."
Jiang Qinqin's voice was barely audible as she continued to cover her forehead.
"Let me see, where did you bump into?"
Luo Fei moved closer.
Jiang Qinqin hesitated for a moment, then slowly let go of his hand. There was a small, slightly red patch on his forehead, but it wasn't broken or swollen.
Luo Fei looked at it carefully and breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's alright, it was just a light scratch, nothing serious."
Seeing Jiang Qinqin's still flushed face and flickering eyes, he assumed she was in pain and made a suggestion.
"How about we go downstairs and find a pharmacy to buy some medicated oil to rub on it?"
"no, I'm fine!"
Jiang Qinqin quickly waved her hand, forcing herself to calm down, and her tone returned to normal. (End of Chapter)