Chapter 5**

Jiang Yehui crossed her arms and stood at the small kitchen entrance, listening as the conversation continued inside.

“I don’t think she’s all that pretty. She’s just lucky to come from money.”

“Not pretty? She’s gorgeous, has great presence. You can tell right away she’s not like ordinary people.”

“Zhenzhen-jie, must you be such a bootlicker? We weren’t just randomly picked for Mr. Gu’s jet—we got through round after round of tough selection. How are we ‘ordinary’?”

“Xiaoguo, are you still… dreaming? I didn’t stop you before, but now everyone knows Mr. Gu is married. And his wife is the eldest daughter of the Yu Zhou family—you’d better know your place!”

“So what? He didn’t even go on the honeymoon with her. It’s obvious they’re just a decorative couple with no real feelings.”

“Besides, I’m not like those women who covet his wealth or status—I truly like him. Last time we flew to Melbourne, when I brought flowers into Mr. Gu’s bedroom, he even asked me what kind they were! If Assistant Jin hadn’t come in just then…”

Her words trailed off with a hint of resentment—the implication was clear.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yehui almost wanted to applaud Yang Xiaoguo for her brazen, self-righteous pursuit of “true love.” Based on what she’d heard, the two of them were probably still in a vague, ambiguous stage. Today had been a golden opportunity to move things forward—until she ruined it.

“Enough. I’m going to ask the captain when we’re taking off.”

Zhenzhen-jie probably couldn’t listen to any more. She walked toward the door—and immediately spotted Jiang Yehui standing openly outside.

Her expression turned a bit panicked, but her strong professionalism kept her from gasping out loud.

Jiang Yehui smiled and gave her a playful wink before turning away and strolling leisurely back to the cabin.

Zhenzhen hesitated for two seconds, then glanced back at Yang Xiaoguo, who was still staring wistfully out the window, and sighed as she stepped out.

Jiang Yehui returned to her seat, flipping through a magazine and contemplating how best to play matchmaker.

Soon after, she caught sight of a figure in light purple approaching from ahead. She casually glanced at the colorful flower arrangement on the table and said in a soft voice, “The flowers are nice, and the vase is pretty too.”

When Yang Xiaoguo arrived, she continued without missing a beat, “Too bad the arranger’s taste is lacking.”

She plucked a red rose from the bouquet, held it to her nose, and took a sniff. When she looked up again, she wasn’t at all surprised to catch a flash of annoyance in Yang Xiaoguo’s eyes.

The corners of Jiang Yehui’s lips curved up as she raised an eyebrow slightly. “You arranged the flowers?”

“Yes.” Yang Xiaoguo lowered her gaze, maintaining her composure and speaking with a tone that was still relatively respectful.

While studying in the UK, Jiang Yehui had spent most of her free time mastering the various skills her grandparents deemed essential for a proper lady—flower arranging was one of them.

She’d been trained by professionals, so she gave a fair assessment: “Too many colors. No sense of focus. It’d add some cheer to a street market, maybe.”

Yang Xiaoguo flushed with shame and anger, but due to her status, she didn’t dare speak up.

Jiang Yehui sighed inwardly, looked at the delicate flowers in the vase, and then shifted her gaze back to the beautiful face before her. In a gentler tone, she added, “The materials are fine, and the container is high-quality. If you could calm your mind and trim it with care, discard what needs discarding and keep what matters, it might even be fit for an art exhibit.”

Such a beautiful girl—what a pity. Jiang Yehui still had the heart to give her some advice.

But Yang Xiaoguo, determined to climb the social ladder, looked at Jiang Yehui with eyes full of jealousy and resentment at fate’s unfairness. She completely missed the deeper meaning behind Jiang Yehui’s words. Staring straight into her eyes, she blurted out, “Mr. Gu said I did a good job arranging them!”

“Really?”

A faint trace of mockery surfaced in Jiang Yehui’s calm, indifferent eyes. Then his taste must be terrible.

With the prenuptial agreement in place, Jiang Yehui honestly didn’t care how many mistresses or flings Gu Jingcheng would have in the future. But that didn’t mean she would tolerate these little vixens acting out in front of her.

Yang Xiaoguo still had some awareness of Jiang Yehui’s status. Realizing she had spoken out of turn, she turned her gaze away awkwardly and tried to recover, “Mr. Gu… is a good boss. He often praises his employees.”

That fake gentleman, cold and detached Gu Jingcheng, praising employees regularly?

Jiang Yehui simply smiled and watched her performance quietly.

Yang Xiaoguo’s eyes flickered nervously as she fidgeted with her hands in front of her. Pretending nothing had happened, she changed the subject, “The plane will take off in ten minutes. Miss Zhou, would you like anything to eat or drink? I’ll get it ready for you.”

Jiang Yehui didn’t bother correcting how she addressed her. Her expression remained unchanged, and her voice was gentle, “Please throw away this bouquet. It’s a bit nauseating to look at.”

As she said the last sentence, she lightly furrowed her brow. Her tone was as casual as if she were chatting with her cousin in her grandfather’s garden over afternoon tea, complaining about the weather.

Yang Xiaoguo felt a chill in her heart. Her face turned red and then pale. After a pause of two or three seconds, she reluctantly said, “This… this was prepared for Mr. Gu.”

Though her voice was low, the resentment in her tone was evident. Her eyes even turned a little red, as if tears of grievance were about to fall the next second.

Jiang Yehui sneered inwardly. This Yang Xiaoguo really had guts. Partly it was youthful arrogance, and partly it was probably because she relied on Gu Jingcheng as her backer.

Just then, the stewardess named Zhenzhen came over to defuse the situation. “Xiaoguo, we’re about to take off. Do a final safety check.”

As she spoke, she picked up the flower vase with a smile and asked, “Mrs. Gu, is there anything else you need?”

Jiang Yehui glanced at her appreciatively but didn’t plan to let Yang Xiaoguo off the hook. She had tried to offer her an opportunity earlier, and the girl clearly didn’t need it.

This flight would be a long one, and there was no way she would allow Yang Xiaoguo to stay and continue annoying her. She glanced out the window and saw that the other private jet Gu Jingcheng was waiting for had already landed not far away, with a group boarding.

Turning to the tearful Yang Xiaoguo, she said calmly, “Since the flowers were prepared for Mr. Gu, then take them over to his plane.”

Yang Xiaoguo thought she was being mocked. She forced out a few tears, moved her lips uneasily, but said nothing.

“Afraid?” Jiang Yehui raised her delicate eyebrows. “Just say I told you to. You’ve got five seconds to decide.”

Yang Xiaoguo’s face showed a mix of surprise and slight excitement. She looked carefully at Jiang Yehui, noticing the calmness in her gaze—there wasn’t the slightest hint of anger. After a moment’s hesitation, she bit her lip, then really grabbed the bouquet from her colleague and turned to leave the plane.

Satisfied, Jiang Yehui retracted her gaze and looked toward the other stewardess with a smile. “Isn’t it time for takeoff?”

Zhenzhen looked briefly flustered, then quickly composed herself and replied respectfully, “Yes, Mrs. Gu. Today we’ve prepared ruby Roman grapes—they’re very fresh. Would you like some?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Jiang Yehui nodded with a smile.

After the stewardess left, she looked at the remaining red rose in her hand and thought: how did someone so impulsive, rude, and emotionally transparent like Yang Xiaoguo end up on this plane? Private jets, after all, held much higher standards than commercial airlines. Or… was it simply because Gu Jingcheng liked that type?

She could imagine the girl might go cry to him later, playing the victim about how she was bullied. Most men couldn’t resist that kind of thing—he might even be moved and try to comfort her. Who knows, their relationship might progress further from there.

The more she thought about it, the more Jiang Yehui felt she’d given a great assist. If Yang Xiaoguo really managed to climb into Gu Jingcheng’s bed, given her personality, she’d be so smug and loud about it that it wouldn’t take much effort for Jiang Yehui to get solid evidence of his infidelity—and use the supplementary clause against him.

As she was daydreaming about that outcome, her phone rang.

It was a call from Mr. Gu.

So soon? Already coming to hold someone accountable for the beauty’s sake? She waited for three rings before answering.

“What do you mean by this?”

Gu Jingcheng’s voice was cool and emotionless.

“Oh,” Jiang Yehui replied warmly, “I heard the bouquet was meant for you. I didn’t want to take what belongs to someone else.”

There was two seconds of silence on the other end—then he hung up.

Jiang Yehui put down the phone, uncertain what to make of his thoughts.

But three minutes later, a new stewardess boarded the plane to take over Yang Xiaoguo’s duties.

Jiang Yehui immediately understood—this girl must have come from the other jet. She was youthful and pretty, with a pair of bright eyes that couldn’t hide her thoughts.

Two minutes later, the plane finally took off.

Before long, the new stewardess rolled over a cart and placed dishes on the table in front of Jiang Yehui.

There was a lavish fruit platter, with those ruby Roman grapes Zhenzhen had mentioned. They sparkled like actual rubies.

What surprised Jiang Yehui was that, in addition to the fruit, there were also two plates of exquisite pastries and a steaming cup of black tea.

Puzzled, she looked up at the stewardess and happened to catch her stealing a glance.

With a slight smile, Jiang Yehui asked, “Did Mr. Gu ask you to prepare this?”

The girl’s eyes lit up as she nodded. “Mr. Gu said since the desserts couldn’t be baked fresh on board, he hoped you wouldn’t mind making do.”

So thoughtful? Jiang Yehui narrowed her eyes slightly in thought. Was this a gesture to smooth things over now that she’d seen through his relationship with Yang Xiaoguo? Or maybe a thank-you for helping him out?

The tea smelled quite rich. She took a sip, then casually asked without looking up, “Where’s Miss Yang?”

The stewardess looked puzzled. “You mean the previous attendant? Mr. Gu dismissed her.”

Hm?

Jiang Yehui thought she had misheard and looked up at the girl while holding her teacup.

The girl hesitated and said, “Mr. Gu said she was poorly groomed, negligent in her duties, and also… had terrible taste.”

“Taste?” Jiang Yehui’s mouth opened slightly.

“Yeah,” the girl recalled, “Mr. Gu said… her flower arrangement was awful. He even asked Assistant Jin who hired her and said he’d dock his bonus for six months.”

“…”

Jiang Yehui was stunned. How did the plot veer off this much?

She had been counting on Yang Xiaoguo to seduce Gu Jingcheng so she could catch them in the act. Who would’ve thought the girl was this useless?

Tsk. She shook her head in disappointment—looks like she’d have to pin her hopes on Yu Jiayun instead.