Chapter Fifty-One: A Blind Date on the Plane

Has he changed his personality today? She only heard Song Chengyi laugh and say, "Very pretty."

Luo Yixia straightened up to take a look, but the aunt snatched the photo away just in time. Luo Yixia grumbled inwardly: so eager to hide it, it must not be worth looking at—probably a face full of flaws, afraid someone will notice if they stare too long.

Of course, her movement didn't escape the attention of the two who were chatting. Luo Yixia sat back down, a little embarrassed. Not interested in looking, anyway.

Later, the aunt inquired about Song Chengyi, and he answered every question. Was he stupid? It was so obvious—anyone could tell what the aunt was getting at. She made it clear enough: just trying to find a boyfriend for her daughter. Yet he kept chatting away with her.

Luo Yixia started rummaging through her own things, trying to cut off their conversation. She searched her bag for a while, then her eyes settled on Song Chengyi's briefcase beside him. She bent down, grabbed it, and declared with conviction, "Is my iPad in your bag?"

She began rummaging through it messily.

"You brought an iPad? Maybe it's in your suitcase," Song Chengyi replied. Actually, he’d been watching the little one’s reactions all along. That puffed-up look—he wanted to see how long she could hold out. Sure enough, she couldn’t.

At that moment, the aunt finally reacted, pointing at Luo Yixia and asking, "Is this... your sister?"

It wasn’t really the aunt’s fault. The two behind hadn’t spoken to each other the whole journey, didn’t seem to know each other, even less like a couple—and the girl looked so young.

Song Chengyi smiled and answered, "No."

The aunt was about to ask again when Song Chengyi said, "This is my wife."

Luo Yixia snorted, stopped rummaging, and put the bag back. She put on her headphones, pretending to listen to music.

The aunt stared at them in shock, unable to believe it. "Young man, don’t fool me! How old are you two? This little girl still looks underage."

Luo Yixia laughed and said, "Auntie, sorry, I’m already twenty-two."

The aunt glanced at them again, sat up angrily, and muttered, "So young, still in school and already not behaving. Kids these days, all they know is dating—I wonder what their parents are teaching them."

Luo Yixia found it amusing. Weren’t her words quite different before? She’d wanted to find a boyfriend for her own daughter—a sophomore, just as old as Luo Yixia herself.

Still, Luo Yixia was pleased with Song Chengyi’s last answer. If he’d said they weren’t close, or claimed she was his sister, Luo Yixia would have tossed him out of the plane. Of course, it was just hindsight; she wouldn’t dare, nor bear to do it. If Song Chengyi really had said such things, she’d probably just lower her head even more, swallowing her grievances quietly.

Afterwards, neither of them spoke until the plane landed.

As they collected their luggage, they ran into the aunt again. She gave Luo Yixia another glare.

But even under that glare, Luo Yixia felt quite delighted inside. Go ahead, glare all you want—I love watching you glare at me... hahaha, hiccup.

Luo Yixia took her suitcase. Song Chengyi didn’t offer to carry it for her, and she wouldn’t let him anyway. Just because he spoke the truth didn’t mean she wouldn’t be angry.

Impossible. This time, Luo Yixia was determined not to compromise.

The two left the airport, found a car, and headed for the hotel Zhou Yun had booked.