Chapter 790. Just Pretend You Never Saw Me (2)

He brushed off the listlessness from his face, hooking up a rakish, cynical smile at the corner of his lips, "Thanks, I’ll treat you to a meal when we get back."

Ye Jiuliang curved his lips, "Treating me to a meal is a must, and don’t forget the red envelope, either."

Ji Mingqian chuckled lightly, ended the call, and stood up to head toward the VIP lounge.

"Yisheng, wait for me here for a bit, I’m going to the restroom and will also grab two cups of coffee." Wen Rang got his backpack organized and placed it to the side, then turned his head towards the person looking at their phone next to him.

Jiang Yisheng didn’t lift his head, simply responding with an okay.

As he left the lounge, Wen Rang made sure to close the door behind him.

He was looking at his phone as he walked and nearly collided with someone coming towards him around the bend.

He hurriedly stopped in his tracks, "Sorry."

"No problem."

The magnetically attractive voice entered his ears, sounding vaguely familiar.

Wen Rang frowned slightly and looked up to see attire he was all too familiar with.

Sunglasses, a mask, and a hat—the essential trio for going out, not a piece missing.

The man was dressed in comfortable casual wear, yet still couldn’t conceal his unruly and flamboyant aura.

He was...

Before he could guess, the man lifted his hand to hook down his sunglasses, revealing those deep black eyes that curved into a lazy smile at the corners.

He toyed with the sunglasses on his fingertips, "What a coincidence."

Wen Rang almost let out a shriek, covering his mouth, looking at him with utter shock and whispering as quietly as he could, "Mingqian, what are you doing here?"

His first instinct told him this was definitely not a coincidence.

Ji Mingqian put his sunglasses back on, "Is it strange for me to be here?"

Wen Rang didn’t hesitate to nod, "Mingqian, where are you headed?"

"To J City."

"J City, huh." Wen Rang took a deep breath, not immediately registering the information.

After a few seconds of brain lag, he looked at him with astonished eyes, "You’re also going to J City?"

Could this be any more coincidental?

Seeing his shocked expression, Ji Mingchong chuckled softly, "Can’t I go to J City?"

"No, no," Wen Rang hurriedly waved his hands, "I’m just surprised, that’s all."

Ji Mingchong

Ji Mingqian glanced around and pulled him over.

Wen Rang didn’t know why, and by the time he reacted, he had been dragged to a corner.

He looked up at the person opposite him, completely puzzled, "Mingqian, why are you pulling me over here?"

"Wen Rang, I have a matter to discuss," Ji Mingqian said.

"Hmm?"

"How about we switch seats later?"

Wen Rang was silent for a few seconds, then when it hit him, his face showed surprise, "Mingqian, you’re on the same flight as us?"

How did he know they were also going to J City?

Ji Mingqian nodded, "I bought two tickets for first class. If you switch with me, you can have two seats to yourself, which is quite a bargain, however you look at it."

"But I’m supposed to sit with Yisheng, I can’t just switch with you without telling him, I have to ask for Yisheng’s opinion," Wen Rang said, his mind clear and rational.

As an agent, he had to consult Yisheng about this; if he switched seats without consent and Yisheng wasn’t pleased, it would be troublesome.

"Hey, don’t go asking him," Ji Mingqian quickly said. "Here’s the thing, we had a disagreement about something last time and exchanged a few harsh words. I’ll just take this opportunity to apologize to him. Let’s switch our seats, but don’t tell him for now, alright?"

Wen Rang nodded his understanding, but remained doubtful, "Mingqian, I do want to help you, but I still need to ask Yisheng first. If I switch seats with you without his knowledge and Yisheng gets upset, what then?"

What if they dock his salary? No, no, that won’t do, he still needs to save up for a dowry.

As the time for boarding the plane drew nearer, Ji Mingqian was getting a little frantic. He said with patience, "If you tell him now that I am on the same flight with you, he will definitely refuse to go to J city with you. So, don’t tell him about us swapping seats just yet. Once we’re on the plane, I’ll explain everything to him properly. I promise he won’t blame you for anything; I’ll take full responsibility."

"I rarely ask for help, but could you please just do this one thing for me?"

Wen Rang looked troubled, "This is..."

"If you don’t help me, Jiang Yisheng will keep being stubborn with me. You wouldn’t want to see us in a constant feud, right?" Ji Mingqian continued to persuade.

Wen Rang looked at him and, biting his teeth, agreed, "Alright then, I won’t tell Yisheng for now. You guys should have a proper talk later, and please, don’t start fighting."

Considering the plane is a public place, if the two of them started arguing, they’d probably dominate the headlines for the next few days.

It’d be a disaster if he had to manage their PR for hot search rankings before endorsements and concerts even started.

Ji Mingchong’s lips curled with satisfaction as he readily agreed, "Okay."

In the end, he didn’t forget to caution, "Whatever you do, don’t let slip that you’ve seen me, as if we never crossed paths."

Wen Rang replied, "Got it."

Suddenly remembering something, Ji Mingqian opened his backpack and took out a bag of candied hawthorn, "Oh, and take this to him. Don’t say it’s from me. Just tell him you ran into a fan who gave it to you."

Since he couldn’t buy sugar-coated hawthorns here, candied hawthorn would have to do.

Wen Rang’s lips twitched slightly as he looked at the paper bag being pushed towards him.

What a coincidence...

It was clearly meant to follow them.

"I’ll be going first. See you on the plane."

With that, he quickly left, not giving Wen Rang a chance to react.

As the faint sweet and sour scent of hawthorn spilled from the paper bag, Wen Rang smiled helplessly.

No wonder Yisheng hadn’t mentioned the movie star Ji lately; turns out, they had had a fight.

As the time for boarding approached and Wen Rang still hadn’t returned, Jiang Yisheng couldn’t help but frown.

Fell into a pit?

He raised his hand to adjust his mask and hat and was about to call Wen Rang when Wen Rang pushed the door open and came in.

Jiang Yisheng grabbed his backpack, slung it over one shoulder, and said, "Come on, it’s almost time to board."

"Wait." Wen Rang said, "For you."

Jiang Yisheng looked at the items Wen Rang was handing over. In addition to the coffee, there was also a paper bag.

Upon closer inspection, and seeing what was inside the paper bag, his eyes dimmed slightly.

His voice was hoarse, "Where did you get this candied hawthorn?"

"Just now, outside, your fans recognized me. They bought a lot of this and gave me a pack along the way." Wen Rang said without batting an eyelid.

Yisheng, I’m sorry. I’m only doing someone a favor; I didn’t mean to deceive you.

"You used to like this, didn’t you? Here, take it."

Jiang Yisheng reached out to take it and looked at the candied hawthorn inside the paper bag, his eyes flickering with complex emotions.

After a moment of silence, he placed the paper bag on the table, not intending to take it with him.

"Yisheng, what’s wrong?" Wen Rang asked, puzzled.

"Aren’t you going to eat it?"

"I used to like it, now I don’t care for it anymore." Jiang Yisheng turned his head to avoid Wen Rang’s probing gaze, took a sip of coffee, and said indifferently, "We’re running out of time. Let’s go."

With that said, he stepped ahead and walked in front.

Wen Rang scratched his head, wondering what was going on.

Without time to think, he picked up his backpack, and on second thought, took the pack of candied hawthorn with him.