bioinnovel Chapter 121 Special Services in the Cloud!
Chapter 121 Special Services in the Cloud!
"The military is investigating me?"
Zhang Yan looked at the line of text on his phone screen without even frowning; instead, he seemed to have seen a funny joke.
He casually replied with a message: "Received, Lao Yan. I'm not feeling well these past few days and need to recuperate in the deep mountains. I'd like to ask for leave."
After sending it, I immediately stuffed my phone into my pocket.
"What's wrong?"
Nie Qingcheng was peeling the skin off the half-eaten sweet potato when she noticed his strange expression and leaned over to ask him a question.
"It's nothing. Old Man Yan said there are people checking up on me at school, so he told me to lay low for a while."
Zhang Yan reached out and smoothed her wind-blown sideburns. "I guess 'Chengying' made too much noise and got caught on some radar."
Upon hearing this, Nie Qingcheng's beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, instantly transforming her from a coquettish little woman into a decisive and ruthless queen.
"Investigate you? Who dares?"
She pulled out her phone and tapped rapidly on the screen: "I'll get the legal department ready right now. Anyone who dares to lay a finger on you will regret ever being born."
"Alright, it's no big deal."
Zhang Yan held her hand, smiled, and said, "Perfect timing, aren't we going to Changbai Mountain?"
"That's the ready-made reason."
"This is called a strategic shift."
Nie Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and a mischievous smile appeared on her lips.
"Okay, whatever you say."
She dialed the 24-hour on-call number directly.
"Old Chen, notify the crew that the 'Qingcheng' has applied for a flight route, with Changbai Mountain as its destination."
"Also, send a tow truck over and transport this... big toy car by the river to the airport."
"I'm going to take it on the plane."
……
Two hours later.
Jinghai International Airport, private helipad.
The night was deep, and the snow was still falling, but the lights here illuminated the darkness as if it were daytime.
A Boeing BBJ business jet, entirely silver with a golden phoenix emblem on its tail, is quietly parked on the runway.
This isn't one of those Gulfstream or Bombardier aircraft that can only seat a dozen or so people; it's a sky palace converted from a Boeing 737.
At this moment, several staff members in ground crew uniforms were sweating profusely as they directed the lifting platform to carefully send the "Cheng Ying," which was covered with a black dust cover, into the spacious cargo hold.
"Be gentle! Be gentle, everyone!"
Old Chen yelled from the side, "If even a single scratch on this thing gets damaged, you couldn't afford to pay for it even if you sold yourselves!"
Standing at the bottom of the gangway, Zhang Yan watched this scene and couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.
"Honey, isn't this outing a bit too much?"
"Exceeding the standard?"
Nie Qingcheng, wrapped in a white mink coat and carrying her recently purchased Hermes bag, walked up the gangway in high heels. "This is standard attire."
She glanced back at Zhang Yan, her eyes sparkling: "Besides, the roads to Changbai Mountain will be difficult this time, and your 'Cheng Ying' will come in handy."
"Besides, I also want to see what it's like to race on the snow."
Zhang Yan shook his head helplessly and followed.
This gigolo not only provides food but also entertainment.
Upon entering the cabin, a wave of warmth washed over me.
It doesn't look like an airplane at all; it's more like a luxurious sky lounge.
Beige leather sofas, pure wool handmade rugs, and even a small bar.
"Mr. Nie, Mr. Zhang."
Two tall, uniformed flight attendants were already waiting at the door, their smiles so perfect they looked measured with a ruler.
"Let's take off."
Nie Qingcheng handed the coat to one of them and casually ordered, "No one is allowed to enter the main cabin without my permission."
"Yes."
The flight attendants wisely retreated to the back rest area and pulled the heavy soundproof curtain closed.
The plane began to taxi and soon soared into the sky.
Zhang Yan took off his coat, threw himself onto the large sofa that could be used as a bed, and let out a comfortable sigh.
"Tired?"
Nie Qingcheng's voice came from behind.
"It's alright, it's just that my back is a little sore from building cars these past few days."
Zhang Yan, with his eyes closed, casually replied.
Indeed, in order to create "Cheng Ying" within three days, he barely slept and relied entirely on the energy potions provided by the system to keep going.
My back aches...
Nie Qingcheng's voice suddenly became somewhat low, carrying a hint of something indescribable.
"That's perfect. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll offer you some special services."
"What services?"
Zhang Yan opened his eyes.
However, the sight before him made his breath catch in his throat.
The powerful female CEO who was just now, wrapped in a mink coat and exuding an aura of authority, has disappeared.
Instead, it was a garment...
Nie Qingcheng in her flight attendant uniform.
And it's not your average uniform.
Two buttons on the white shirt were undone, revealing glimpses of black lace trim underneath.
The pencil skirt, which should have been knee-length, seemed to have been deliberately shortened, just covering her pert buttocks and revealing a pair of exquisitely long legs encased in flesh-colored stockings.
She wore a small red and blue silk scarf around her neck, and her hair was styled in an updo, revealing her slender swan neck.
She was pushing a small silver food cart, walking gracefully towards him.
With each step, the perfectly sculpted lines of her legs, outlined by high heels, challenged Zhang Yan's senses.
"Sir, beverages are served on this flight."
Nie Qingcheng walked to the sofa and bent down slightly.
From this angle, Zhang Yan could see the bottomless ravine and the dazzling white expanse.
She wore a professional smile, but her eyes held a burning passion.
"Would you like some red wine, champagne, or...?"
She stretched out her finger and gently traced it across Zhang Yan's Adam's apple, her voice so alluring it could drip water.
"Would you like something else to drink?"
Zhang Yan felt a dryness in his throat.
This woman is simply a vixen!
Who would have thought that the "Bamboo Leaf Green" that usually drives its opponents to the brink of suicide at the negotiating table would be so adept at this kind of thing?
"I want to drink..."
Zhang Yan grabbed her hand that was messing around his neck and pulled her into his arms with a little force.
"what!"
Nie Qingcheng exclaimed in surprise and fell onto Zhang Yan's lap.
The wine bottle on the food cart rattled, making a crisp clinking sound.
"I want to drink this one."
Zhang Yan lowered his head and kissed those rosy lips directly.
This isn't some kind of flight attendant; she's clearly trying to drain him dry at 10,000 meters altitude!
Nie Qingcheng struggled symbolically for a couple of moments before quickly going limp and turning into a puddle of water.
She wrapped her arms around Zhang Yan's neck and deepened the kiss.
The air inside the cabin heated up rapidly.
The scent, a blend of high-end perfume, red wine, and hormones, fermented in this enclosed space, making one dizzy.
Just as Zhang Yan's hand was about to explore upwards along that damned stocking...
Suddenly, that jarring voice in my head rang out.
【Ding! 】
[The host is detected to be in a state of extreme pleasure (albeit passively).]
[Temporary Quest Triggered: For My Wife's Smile!]
[Task Description: Since we're going to the snow-capped mountains, how can we go without professional skills? Please help Nie Qingcheng's "Happiness Level" exceed 100 points (currently 95) during this trip.]
[Mission Rewards (Already Issued): God-level Skiing Mastery, Polar Survival Skills (Grandmaster Level).]
[Failure Penalty: On the next vehicle build, a critical screw will be randomly missing.]
Zhang Yan paused for a moment.
This broken system, you know how to ruin the atmosphere.
Also, what the heck is that failure penalty?
Is a screw missing?
Are you trying to kill me?
"What's wrong?"
Nie Qingcheng noticed his pause, and breathlessly pulled away from his lips, looking at him with hazy eyes, "Was it...too tight?"
She was referring to the dress.
"No."
Zhang Yan looked at her flushed face and suddenly smiled.
He leaned close to her ear, his voice low and husky: "I feel that this uniform is missing something."
"What's missing?"
"It's missing the tearing process."
"Sizzle—"
A crisp tearing sound rang out in the quiet cabin.
That expensive pair of stockings was gloriously sacrificed.
……
Three hours later.
The plane began its descent.
Zhang Yan sat by the window, feeling refreshed, looking at the pitch-black world outside.
Nie Qingcheng had changed back into normal clothes—a thick white down jacket paired with fleece-lined jeans.
However, her face was still flushed, and her eyes held a lingering springtime charm as she glared at Zhang Yan with a hint of annoyance.
"Are you a dog? Those stockings were so expensive, and they're ruined before you've even worn them once!"
She complained as she fixed her hair.
Out with the old, in with the new.
Zhang Yan handed her a glass of warm water. "I'll buy you a whole case later so you can wear a different one every day."
"Who wants to wear that for you every day!"
Nie Qingcheng rolled her eyes at him, took the water glass, and took a sip. "You rascal."
Although she said that, the progress bar above her head, which only Zhang Yan could see, had already quietly jumped to [98/100].
It's just two points short.
It seems we need to add more fuel to the fire for this trip to Changbai Mountain.
The plane broke through the clouds, and the lights below gradually became clearer.
Changbaishan Airport.
Unlike the damp and cold magical attacks of Jinghai, the cold here is a physical chill that penetrates to the bone.
As soon as the hatch opened, a biting gust of cold wind rushed in, carrying with it fine snowflakes.
"Ouch—it's so cold!"
Nie Qingcheng shrank her neck and quickly put on the hood of her down jacket.
"If you're cold, hold me tighter."
Zhang Yan naturally put his arm around her shoulder and wrapped her in his coat.
The two walked down the gangway.
The snow on the tarmac had been cleared away, but the surrounding area was still a vast expanse of white, gleaming coldly under the searchlights.
A black convoy had been waiting for a long time.
All of them were Range Rover vehicles, equipped with snow chains and off-road kits, making them look like a group of steel behemoths lying in the snow.
The door of the lead car opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a black windbreaker and sporting a buzz cut walked quickly out.
This man had a faint scar on his face, sharp eyes, and a brisk walk; he was clearly a trained martial artist.
"Young Miss, Young Master."
The man walked up to the two of them, bowed slightly, and said in a loud voice, "Welcome to the Northern Kingdom."
"Old Lei, long time no see."
Nie Qingcheng nodded, clearly familiar with this person.
"Is the car ready?"
"Ready."
The man called Lao Lei grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "As you instructed, everything is top-of-the-line."
"in addition……"
He pointed to the modified trailer behind him.
"We've already made arrangements for that 'big guy,' making sure it won't be bumpy on the road."
He was referring to "Cheng Ying".
"Alright, let's go."
Nie Qingcheng pulled Zhang Yan into the car.
The car's heater was on full blast.
Zhang Yan looked out the car window at the snow-covered forest rushing past.
This is the real North.
There was no urban hustle and bustle, only endless white snow and a black forest.
"Old Lei is a retired special forces soldier I used to sponsor, and he's now in charge of security here."
Nie Qingcheng explained, "This whole area is his territory, so you don't need to worry about safety."
Zhang Yan nodded.
He wasn't worried about safety.
He was thinking about something else.
He had a strange feeling when he got off the plane.
Deep within that dark forest.
It was as if a pair of eyes were watching the convoy.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing that he wasn't speaking, Nie Qingcheng assumed he was tired.
"fine."
Zhang Yan withdrew his gaze, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.
"I just feel that the air in this snow mountain seems a bit more interesting than that in Jinghai."
Hopefully, this "vacation" won't be too boring.
After all, the "Cheng Ying" he had just acquired hadn't actually seen any bloodshed yet.