Ski Into Love (Hush, the king is hibernating) [Requested]

Part 97

Chapter 97: Wasted Money

Two days later, the morning flight to Zhangjiakou took off.

In the depths of winter, the snow-covered ground was visible through the clouds from high above.

As the flight attendant gently reminded everyone to lower their window shades and keep them closed after landing, it signaled the plane's imminent descent.

Several minutes later, the aircraft touched down.

Stepping out of the cabin, the air carried the crisp scent of ice and snow.

Inside the terminal, passengers could finally glimpse the scenery outside—

It seemed another heavy snowfall had blanketed the area overnight.

The airport now lay covered in a pristine white coat, glistening like silver.

Airport staff worked diligently to clear the runways, carving paths through the white carpet and revealing streaks of the ground beneath...

From above, the ground crew looked like tiny figures emerging from a matchbox, bustling about their work.

The scene resembled a winter wonderland straight out of a fairy tale.

This peak snow season brought a lively atmosphere to the small airport.

On the baggage carousel, every second or third item was a ski bag, containing both snowboards and skis.

Exiting the airport, they climbed into Shan Chong's battered Beijing Auto.

The dashboard, with its oddly lit gauges, felt as familiar and comforting as returning home.

Wei Zhi breathed into the window, creating a foggy patch, and drew strange patterns with her finger.

Bored with this, she turned her attention to picking at the clear tape stuck to the passenger side window...

Shan Chong, steering with one hand, glanced at her.

"Stop fidgeting."

Wei Zhi mused how, when she first noticed this tape, she had been a shy newcomer secretly admiring the boss.

Now, the tape remained, but she had successfully won over that same boss.

— With perseverance, solutions always outnumber problems.

In the past, his words might have made her timidly withdraw her hand.

But perhaps emboldened by recent nights spent sleeping in his arms and waking up with drowsy yawns against his chest, she even peeled up a corner of the tape, saying, "If you don't get it fixed soon, prices will go up for the New Year."

Shan Chong hesitated between scolding her or agreeing, ultimately opting for the latter, which he found quite reasonable: "We'll go tomorrow."

Bei Ci chimed in from the back: "The company you keep influences you. Stay close to the frugal, and you become a penny-pincher."

Wei Zhi released the tape and looked back.

Bei Ci wore a wistful expression as he gazed at the driver and passenger in front...

Beside him, Lao Yan hugged his snowboard bag with his eyes closed, appearing completely checked out—

He had been like this for the past couple of days, suddenly transforming from a playboy into a cold, aloof character.

With headphones perpetually in place, he showed no interest in anyone.

When playboys suffer heartbreak, it's no small matter.