The Novelist Forced to Become Famous

Chapter 340

Chapter 340

Strange changes occurred, and other security guards quickly surrounded them, sizing up Jian Jing, who was being aggressive.

On Jian Jing's side, she also attracted the support and attention of other passengers.

The fashionable female executive, the Hollywood celebrity couple, the honeymooners, and other VIP passengers taking this flight, all cast their attentive gazes over.

Jian Jing said, "I'm willing to cooperate with security, but do you have the authority to pull a gun on me?"

"Jingjing, don't waste words with her," Kang President said coldly. "Just call the consulate directly and have them handle this. I'd like to see your country dare to make transnational arrests of foreigners."

The Hollywood celebrities finally understood what was going on. Unable to distinguish between Asian people, they had assumed the female guard was a local. Now hearing that she was foreign too, they immediately spoke up, "You don't have the right to search our luggage."

"People who don't know any better would think you were a colony," Jian Jing struck back precisely.

Now the security guard had no choice but to stand up. He decisively chose to defend the country's reputation: "Misunderstanding. This lady has nothing to do with our work."

"Is that so?" Jian Jing asked.

The other staff looked at each other and echoed one after another: "That's right."

"We are an independent country."

"We're just doing this for safety, not searching luggage."

But Jian Jing did not let up, asking again: "Then why don't you arrest her for pointing a gun at me? Or does your country have the freedom to carry guns?"

Hearing the news, the arriving security guards looked at their batons, not daring to step forward or back down.

The two sides were at an impasse.

"I've already called the consulate," Kang President said.

"This is a misunderstanding," the other guard pressed down the hand of his colleague holding the gun, pretending that nothing had happened. "She doesn't understand English and thought you were provoking her."

Jian Jing sneered. "What did you say, provoking? Who's provoking who?"

"No, what I mean is, she misunderstood." The guard made a placating gesture. "Please continue with security."

Jian Jing scoffed disdainfully. She unzipped her bag and dumped everything out on the table.

Power banks, lipstick, tissues, hydrating spray, sheet masks, earphones, beef jerky, preserved plums... Everything was just small, scattered items.

She stared at the female guard and said slowly, "Are you deaf or just blind?"

The guard was furious. "You--!"

Her colleague held her arm tightly.

"Go to hell," Jian Jing scooped her things back into her bag, then slapped it shut and flipped a middle finger. "Bastard."

She stomped angrily up the boarding bridge, the steel plates under her feet booming with each step.

However, as soon as she was out of sight of the crowd, the angry expression disappeared without a trace.

She looked back towards the boarding gate.

The man dressed as a business elite turned his face slightly and gave a faint smile.

Jian Jing left without looking back.

Behind her, the passengers surged like a tide onto the steel bird.

Just like countless other takeoffs, the passengers busied themselves finding their seats, the flight attendants checked luggage, and the captain followed the commands from the control tower to prepare for takeoff.

Jian Jing closed her eyes.

The plane rumbled, taxied, and took off.

Finally, they had smoothly left this land.

She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing.

"Weren't you afraid she would really shoot?" Kang Mu Cheng asked.

"She wouldn't dare," Jian Jing said.

"You were this small." She gestured the size of a baby. "Just a few months old. If I didn't carry you, you wouldn't sleep. Tell me, how could I go pick a fight with someone?"

Kang Mu Cheng was stunned.

Kang Lei said, "You feel responsible for taking good care of Jingjing. Even if she resents you, as long as she's alright, it's worth it. Isn't that right? Have you considered how Jingjing herself feels?"

"I don't know what she is thinking anymore," he said self-deprecatingly.

"Yes, you can't understand, because you haven't lost everything like her," Kang Lei said incisively, "But I can understand her feelings - with her parents gone, no matter how good you are to her, you have your own life, she only cares about herself, others don't need her that much, so what's wrong with her doing some things she likes?"

Kang Mu Cheng was silent.

"No matter how many times you say it's dangerous, it's no use at all, she's not afraid of danger or death," the mother said pitifully, looking at her son, sincerely saying, "Mu Cheng, you got it wrong. The only way to stop someone from taking risks is to make them not want to themselves, do you understand?"

Without attachments there is no fear, only when there is someone in your heart that you care about, will you be afraid to die.

Kang Mu Cheng understood this reasoning.

So he felt bitter inside.

The ups and downs before boarding the plane, but the flight was calmly smooth, no thunderstorms, no air currents, and landed in his homeland very smoothly.

Jian Jing felt very tired.

Perhaps it was because the two events were too close together,

Or looking for a was especially draining, when she got off the plane, her whole being was listless.

With low spirits, vigilance was naturally not very high either.

It wasn't until Kang Mu Cheng beside her suddenly stopped that she noticed something wrong.

A bright bunch of red roses appeared before her eyes.

An extremely large bouquet, much larger than a washbasin, probably the ninety-nine rose package. Straight to her, blocking her entire view, the rich fragrance rushed to her face, dewdrops glistening.

Jian Jing: "???"

First reaction: So fresh.

Second reaction: It is indeed roses, not peonies.

Third reaction: Who did this?

She looked up and saw Zong Xunmei's smile.

People around started taking out their phones to take pictures, girls suppressed their excitement, all kinds of onlookers, whispering to each other: "Is this a proposal?"

"Ah, this man is so handsome, like a celebrity."

"God, so blissful."

Jian Jing: "..."

She looked up at him with difficulty: "What are you doing?"

"Expressing my gratitude," he opened his arms and gave her a solid hug, his lips touched her cheek, "Thank you."

Jian Jing rolled her eyes: "It wasn't for you."

"That's exactly why I'm most grateful," he released her, smiling, "I owe you another favor."

Jian Jing looked at him and laughed: "A bunch of roses is your sincerity? I have no lack of men sending me flowers."

Zong Ye smiled helplessly.

"Ok, I see," he magically took out a greeting card, still in the shape of a rabbit. He put the card in the flowers, smiled, "I'll be ready anytime within three days."

Jian Jing couldn't restrain her curiosity and reached for the greeting card, but he immediately took hold of her fingers.

He lifted her hand and kissed the back lightly, smiling, "I'll wait for you."

The author has something to say: The event is over, now to get to the fun stuff~~

When it comes to flirtatious actions, Zong Ye still has the most flair~~