Chapter 417: Chapter 417: Young Master Gu’s Identity
Sheng Tang lost her patience.
She said coldly, "Sorry, I don’t know you. You’ve got the wrong person."
Feng Xiayang was taken aback.
Gu Shiting, wearing sunglasses, felt very pleased. He glanced down at Sheng Tang, thinking she did a great job.
Feng Xiayang was a bit annoyed.
His female companion tugged at him, "Mr. Feng, let’s go! We’re about to board!"
Feng Xiayang held back his anger.
He didn’t want to cause trouble abroad. If this were Beijing, he would have hit them on the spot.
They boarded the plane, and not far from them, a private jet was parked.
This kind of private jet was of the highest standard, worth two billion yuan.
"Wow, who could that be?" Xu Yi, Feng Xiayang’s companion, asked.
Feng Xiayang glanced over, feeling a bit jealous too.
His female companion saw it too and was very envious, "There’s nothing special about it. Many people have private jets."
Xu Yi laughed and said to the girl, "You don’t understand. This kind of private jet is the most expensive. Don’t even talk about the price; the maintenance costs are staggering.
The scariest part is that it can park at an international airport.
Do you think any private jet can park at an international airport? You need to be a diamond member. You need to have assets over ten billion yuan and pay an exorbitant membership fee to get the diamond membership at an international airport."
An 18th-tier wannabe star Liu Xiaoman, pretending to be aloof nearby, stretched her head to take a look upon hearing this.
She also felt unsettled inside.
When could she catch the attention of such a rich person?
Everyone was green with envy, and the plane hadn’t even taken off yet. Many people had seen it.
Those who recognized them were talking about it to varying degrees.
This flight back to Beijing had about half of the first class filled with Chinese people.
Among them, Xu Yi was the most envious.
He even said to Feng Xiayang, "Mr. Feng, if you could get a jet like that, that little girl from earlier would probably be clinging to you."
Feng Xiayang’s female companion’s face changed, wanting to say something but didn’t dare.
She was an internet celebrity, not Mr. Feng’s girlfriend. She had hooked up with him at a party, and he brought her to Paris for shopping and to be his companion.
This kind of transaction was very clear.
"What’s the big deal?" Feng Xiayang said nonchalantly, but he knew that his family couldn’t afford a private jet.
He might be able to flirt with an 18th-tier starlet, but having a private jet parked at Paris International Airport was something only big shots could afford.
He felt incredibly bitter.
Just then, someone walked towards the private jet.
Three people, two women and one man.
Among them, the couple lagging behind was particularly familiar to Feng Xiayang and his group—it was the little beauty Feng Xiayang had been hitting on.
The three of them boarded the jet.
Feng Xiayang, Xu Yi, and their female companions were all dumbfounded.
They watched as the private jet quickly took off.
Xu Yi was stunned for a while, sighing internally, "No wonder that little girl ignored Mr. Feng; she’s the real wealthy one!"
"Maybe it’s not that she’s rich, but the boy with her is!"
"Mr. Feng is so dead, messing with a big shot. If that person holds a grudge and retaliates back in China, he’s finished. I need to stay away from him in the future."
Feng Xiayang was also very anxious, eager to find out whose jet it was.
Xu Yi was still thinking, "Mr. Feng was showing off earlier, trying to upgrade her seat. That little beauty must have been laughing inside; what a bumpkin!"
While his female companion and the starlet Liu Xiaoman were equally shocked.
They were thinking of different things from the men.
Both were thinking, "I actually passed by the son of a top tycoon. His girlfriend looks nice, but she’s plain and boring. How could she be more charming than me?"
No wonder they misjudged. In their minds, the second-generation rich kids didn’t look anything like Gu Shiting.
That boy, well-behaved and quiet, looked like a kept man who could be pushed around.
