After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future

"Mr. Lu, it's time to close the cabin door."

Just as Lin Yan finished speaking, she suddenly saw a young man rushing down the corridor, sprinting through the jet bridge. Panting heavily, he forced a smile and said, "Hello, Mr. Lu called me over."

"Please wait a moment, we need to verify..."

Lin Yan was surprised, and Lu Liang's voice came from within the plane, "Let Mr. Sun join us, let him in."

"Mr. Lu, I'm really sorry for being late." Sun Yuchen panted, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

It was now 2:40, and he thought he was late, not expecting the entire plane to be waiting for him.

Lu Liang smiled and called over Lin Yan, handing him a hot towel, "Mr. Sun, wipe your sweat first."

"Thank you, Mr. Lu." Sun Yuchen thanked repeatedly, showing a shy smile, "Just call me Little Sun."

"Yuchen, just find any seat and sit down, the cabin door is closing, and we'll be taking off soon."

Lu Liang suddenly laughed, as Rain and Yuchen have similar sounds but different characters, and they are five years apart in age, yet their personalities are poles apart.

Also, those two cans of winter osmanthus honey, has Su Yuchen actually given them to the department head?

If not, he would probably end up as just a section chief for life. Lu Liang wanted to help, but if he didn't align, he couldn't do anything.

Sun Yuchen chuckled and shamelessly sat next to Lu Liang, with only an aisle between them.

He piled on a smile and asked, "Mr. Lu, are you going to Detroit for the factory over there?"

"Yes, to discuss cooperation with General Motors," Lu Liang nodded with a smile, not concealing but revealing his intentions.

"The growth in the new energy market is rapid, perhaps reaching three million units this year."

Sun Yuchen spoke confidently, clearly having done his homework, knowing Lu Liang was optimistic, choosing his words carefully.

As they chatted, the topic gradually shifted to digital payments, and he inquired about Lu Liang's views.

Lu Liang paused and suddenly asked with a smile, "Yuchen, what do you think is the essence of digital payment?"

Before Sun Yuchen could respond, he answered himself, "It's a digital form of currency."

"You can think of it as a voucher like the Hong Kong Dollar, but it absolutely cannot be considered a true digital currency."

"Because the issuance right of our country's currency can only be held by the central bank. Anyone trying to overstep would have their hand cut off."

Black people are known for being poor and lazy and liking to be sly.

But there's no choice because they developed too late. Now all developed countries in Europe and America are sticking together, and even several developed countries in East Asia are hostile towards them.

Only the unwanted small countries in Africa and Latin America are left. They can only woo these countries, doing trade with them, increasing the international voice of the Renminbi, and gradually breaking away from dependence on the US Dollar.

This process will be very long.

Just like the British Pound, the British Empire has been declining for many years. The sun never sets, which was once the case, now can only retreat to the British Isles, but the British Pound is still the world's second largest currency.

With the hegemony of the US Dollar, it will take them a long time to get rid of it, so how could they let a new payment currency enter domestically?

Even if Bitcoin claims there are only 21 million coins, even if it claims funds can reach any corner of the world in five seconds.

No matter how good something is, if it's not under their control, then all the benefits are meaningless.

Sun Yuchen heard this and fell into deep thought.

Lu Liang unfastened his seat belt and smiled as he patted his shoulder, "If you're hungry, you can go to the restaurant to eat something. I'm going to rest for a while."

He went to the rear lounge, and after a while, Lin Yan composed herself and calmly instructed the attendants in their duties.

Then she said, "Mr. Lu, there seems to be a problem over there needing help, I'll go see what's going on."

After saying that, she also left, passing through the restaurant, through the entertainment room, and went through several doors.

Lin Yan came to the door of the lounge and knocked, "Mr. Lu, is there anything you need help with?"

As soon as the words fell, the door opened, and a large hand reached out from inside and pulled her in forcefully.

Unsteady, Lin Yan fell onto the bed.

Lu Liang had already changed into pajamas, smilingly standing by the window looking at her, "Don't you like it? Why not wear it?"

"The airline has a rule that you can't wear jewelry during work hours."

Lin Yan playfully glared at him, and only now did she have time to take out the necklace and examine it closely.

The material looks very much like platinum, with dozens of small diamonds and a sapphire forming a hollow design in the center.

Lu Liang smiled and said, "Does the airline have a rule to do their best to satisfy customer needs during work hours?"

"There is, but it depends on the situation."

Holding the necklace, Lin Yan's face couldn't hide her joy, and she couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Lu, how did you remember today is my birthday?"

"Remembering someone's birthday, like liking someone, doesn't need a reason."

Lu Liang smiled at the corner of his mouth, took the necklace from Lin Yan's hand, and said softly, "Let me put it on for you."

He wouldn't foolishly inform the truth, that it was the same day as his mother's, and he only remembered it because his sister reminded him.

It's a beautiful misunderstanding, and since the misunderstanding is beautiful, there's no need to explain.

Just consider it a small surprise inadvertently created to add some excitement to a dull journey.

Lin Yan responded with a soft sound, her complexion as delicate and colorful as a juicy peach.

The crystal-clear necklace hung around her neck, and she removed the hairpin needed for work from the back of her head.

Her silky hair was released from its constraints, cascading naturally over her shoulders and emitting a subtle fragrance.

"So beautiful," Lu Liang sincerely admired.

He always thought that when girls tucked their hair, the gentleness they showed in that moment was second only to removing makeup.

Lin Yan's lips curled up in an undisguised joy.

She unbuttoned her coat, intending to take off her clothes to properly repay Lu Liang for the birthday gift.

Suddenly, a pair of large hands embraced her waist, and Lu Liang buried his head in her hair: "It looks good this way too."

Lin Yan, a flight attendant for Southern Airlines, wore a white long-sleeved shirt paired with a deep purple vest and a striped knee-length skirt as part of her uniform.

Although it did not exhibit the same sexual tension shown in some Neon adult films, it had its unique charm.

"No, it'll be hard to explain if it wrinkles later." Lin Yan struggled, but how could an arm twist through a thigh?

A sentimental melody echoed in the lounge.

Soon, Lin Yan was dressed again, standing in front of the mirror, straightening her clothes repeatedly and checking her makeup.

Yet no matter how she touched up, she couldn't hide the lingering flush on her face or the enduring allure in her gaze.

Lu Liang sat at the bedside, smiling, "It's been at least an hour since you came in, no explanation will work now."

The interior space of the Bombardier Global 6000 was only about forty square meters, and Lin Yan had been called in and disappeared for so long.

A single man and woman, like dry wood met with fire, alone in a room—failing to link deeply would be disrespectful to Lu Liang.

"There will always be a way." Lin Yan saw the pajamas that Lu Liang frequently wore during flights and suddenly gave a crafty smile.

She picked up the juice on the table and poured it over them, just washing once so a slight juice aroma remained.

"Goodbye, Mr. Lu, please rest well first. I'll bring the pajamas back to you when they're dry."

Lin Yan left with a smile, taking the pajamas and leaving the lounge since an explanation is better than no explanation, however shaky it might be as a reason.

Lu Liang squinted, his eyes not particularly kind, "Just come back later, and see how I deal with you."

Lin Yan arrogantly turned her head, figuring she'd deal with things later as they come, focusing on getting through the immediate situation first.

Holding the pajamas, she quickly went to the dining area, seeing a crew member tidying the table.

Upon seeing her approach, the crew member displayed a meaningful expression, but Lin Yan remained unbothered and urgently said, "Xue Ying, help me sniff it, does it still smell?"

She couldn't help but complain, "Mr. Lu is really something; he has brand new, unopened pajamas but just loves wearing this one. I washed it for ages, but it still seems to have a smell."

Xue Ying cautiously brought her nose closer for a sniff: "Seems like there's a bit left, Yan, was it orange juice spilled?"

Lin Yan nodded, with a look that said 'innocent will remain innocent,' then found another spot to diligently wash the pajamas.

After finally washing and drying them, she brought the pajamas back to Lu Liang; however, this time, she stayed even longer.

Lin Yan lay at the head of the bed with her hair in disarray, exhausted, a look of lingering complaint: "Even if I wanted to explain this time, I couldn't."

"Then just don't explain," Lu Liang grinned mischievously, holding the female heart protector, and hugged Lin Yan as they slept.

Lin Yan looked tired, half her body curling up against Lu Liang. She was weary, not wanting to think too much anymore.

On the afternoon of the 9th, after a thirteen-hour journey, the plane landed at New York Airport.

"Mr. Lu, wish you a pleasant day."

As usual, Lin Yan, along with the flight crew, stood at the door with a smile, seeing Lu Liang off as he disembarked.

Only unlike before, the young flight attendants no longer dared tease Lin Yan now, each showing a standardized smile.

In the past, they could jest, thinking that if someday their Yan, Yan-Ma, climbed into Boss Lu's bed, she would be half-madame, and everyone would benefit, forgetting the petty while enjoying the rich.

However, when that day truly came, they no longer had such thoughts, only seeing that Lin Yan had risen above their class.

"Everyone, gather at 10 a.m. tomorrow, Mr. Lu plans to depart for Detroit at 11."

Lin Yan sighed quietly, no longer as approachable as before, ceasing to joke and laugh with her crew sisters.