Traveling from Ancheng to the capital and then on to Hong Kong meant taking the long way around—more than doubling the journey distance. If they chose that route, Pei Muyin would have to miss a day of school.
Shu Shu suggested that flying directly from Ancheng to Hong Kong would be far more convenient.
Pei Muyin placed a call to Mrs. Song, informing her that she would skip the stop in the capital and head straight to Hong Kong.
To her surprise, the usually demanding Mrs. Song fell silent for a moment before agreeing, merely emphasizing repeatedly that under no circumstances could she be late for Old Mr. Xu’s ninetieth birthday banquet.
…
The weekend arrived in the blink of an eye.
The moment school let out on Friday, Shu Shu and Pei Muyin boarded their flight.
On a private jet.
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Since Yujing Garden did not have a helipad, the two took a car to Ancheng Airport to board the plane as usual.
…
Upon arrival at the airport, the captain and flight attendant—both women wearing crisp, tailored uniforms—were already standing below the private jet waiting for them.
The fuselage was a soft pink with smooth, elegant wings.
Having collected private jets for a period in her past life, Shu Shu recognized at a single glance that this aircraft was fully custom-made and exorbitantly expensive.
Near the upper passenger door, an inscription was printed in delicate lettering:
To Little Muyin.
The flowing gold lettering shimmered brilliantly in the afternoon sun.
This was not a shared Pei family private jet—it belonged exclusively to Pei Muyin.
Upon seeing Pei Muyin, both crew members bowed their heads slightly in greeting.
Stepping inside, the interior proved a hundred times more exquisite than the exterior.
From the galley to the cabin lounge, dining section, and sleeping quarters, every area was decorated in subtle color schemes and furnishings that a girl of Pei Muyin’s age would adore.
It wasn’t Pei Muyin’s first time using the jet. She guided Shu Shu through the cabin like a seasoned host, sheepishly mentioning that she often came across food recommendations for overseas coastal cities online.
Since ground transportation couldn’t reach those cities, she would fly her private jet there just to grab a bite to eat—using this very plane.
Pei Muyin added that next time, she and Shu Shu should go together to eat good food, bringing Shu Lingchen along as well. She mentioned that for nearby coastal cities where flying wasn’t necessary, she also owned a private yacht.
Shu Shu paused slightly: “Muyin… who gave you the plane and the yacht?”
In the Pei family, Mrs. Song could be ruled out first.
Pei Muyin thought for a moment and said, “Someone gave me the plane for my tenth birthday, and someone gave me the yacht for my twelfth birthday. But the gifts were anonymous, so I don’t know who sent them—or if it was the same person.”
In reality, Pei Muyin was not a materialistic child; she had never been interested in lavish items. For instance, haute couture or designer accessories that other young heiresses her age obsessed over left her completely indifferent.
When someone suddenly sent her such a valuable gift for her tenth birthday, her instinct was to decline the gesture. Yet, when she saw that soft pink plane, every detail of its design seemed tailored precisely to her taste.
She had fallen in love with it at first sight.
More importantly, the staff member beside her kept gently persuading her: “Little Miss Pei, having your own plane is actually very convenient. You can fly wherever you want just to eat delicious food, right?”
That single line instantly won over the foodie in Pei Muyin.
How did the person who gave the plane know her so well?
By the time Pei Muyin snapped out of her thoughts, she had already signed her name on the receipt form.
As the young girl looked up at the pink plane that now belonged to her, she didn’t notice the staff member holding the receipt let out a long sigh of relief, as if a difficult and critically important mission had finally been accomplished.
Later, the arrival of the private yacht followed the exact same process.
“Mm… Muyin, have you ever considered whether it might have been a gift from your… parent?” Shu Shu asked casually.
Pei Muyin lowered her eyes, a trace of gloom in her voice: “Sister, I haven’t had a mom since I was little—only a dad.”
The words haven’t had a mom pierced Shu Shu’s heart like a sharp needle. An aching surge coursed through her limbs like an electric shock, making her entire body shiver.
Shu Shu couldn’t stop herself from reaching out to pull her daughter into a warm embrace.
Assuming her sister was just comforting her, Pei Muyin wrapped her arms back around Shu Shu. Inhaling the faint, orange-like scent lingering on Shu Shu, she greedily breathed it in and buried her face into the crook of Shu Shu’s neck.
Maintaining the pose, she murmured, “Dad rarely comes home. At first, I guessed these gifts might be from him, but Grandma told me they were probably sent by his business associates to curry favor with him.”
“Grandma also said that if Dad really cared about me that much, he wouldn’t fail to come home even on my birthday.”
…
The aircraft cruised smoothly at altitude.
Shu Shu and Pei Muyin finished dinner in the dining area.
Since it would take a while to reach Hong Kong and there wasn’t much else to do on board, the two lay down in the bedroom area to watch TV together.
The flight attendant adjusted the lighting to a dim, comfortable level for screen viewing, then softly pulled the door shut and stepped away quietly.
As they watched TV, drowsiness washed over Pei Muyin. Snug in Shu Shu’s arms, she quickly drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
Shu Shu remained wide awake. Her gaze was clear as her hand gently stroked her daughter’s soft, unbound hair.
After a moment, she lowered her head slightly and pressed her forehead gently against her daughter’s.
…
Having fallen asleep so early, Pei Muyin woke up less than two hours later.
Shu Shu retrieved a hair tie from under the pillow and naturally began styling her hair for her.
Feeling the soft warmth of Shu Shu’s fingers against her scalp, Pei Muyin sat still, her eyes crinkling happily in quiet contentment.
Ever since moving downstairs into Unit 1600, her sister had tied her hair every morning and removed her hair tie every night before bed.
The two walked from the sleeping quarters into the brightly lit lounge area.
Only then did Shu Shu notice a rectangular object wrapped in brown paper sitting on one of the leather sofas.
Pei Muyin explained, “That’s a birthday gift for Old Mr. Xu—a painting. It’s not particularly valuable, but it was painted by a beloved apprentice of his who went missing years ago.”
“Grandma bought it at an auction for a high price and said it was very important and had to be delivered to Old Mr. Xu completely undamaged. Since the auction house was close to Ancheng, she had me bring it along to Hong Kong.”
Shu Shu stared at the wrapped painting, an intuitive sense of unease creeping over her.
If it were truly that important, why would she entrust a child like Muyin to carry it instead of bringing it personally?
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