Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system-Chapter 662: Luxury. Pure luxury, Evil Capitalist

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yue asked after a while.

Although the customs clearance was a private venue solely reserved for them, they could still see the public area.

Ling Qingyu's behavior had clearly changed after glancing outside. Obviously, something had affected her mindset.

As a close confidante who shared deep secrets, Xiao Yue understood the mystery of Ling Qingyu's sixth sense. Most of the time, this girl brought surprises.

To her question, Ling Qingyu shook her head. "Nothing, it's just a passing feeling."

"Alright," Xiao Yue nodded, not probing further since she understood that Ling Qingyu didn't want to say anything.

After all, Ling Qingyu was helpless in this situation. She couldn't just blurt out loud and curse someone else's misfortune, right?

What would people think if they heard Ling Qingyu say that someone's flight would encounter an accident?

Not to mention, anyone—including her girls—wouldn't feel good hearing such ominous words, especially right before flying.

Who knew whether Lin Fan's bad luck would spread to her group? Though Ling Qingyu wasn't overly superstitious, she still had a sense of awe for the mysterious laws of the universe—especially since she herself had benefited from them.

Gods, celestial beings, and immortals existed according to Miss System's answer. However, Ling Qingyu's awe remained within a reasonable range of respect rather than blind worship.

Based on Miss System's reply, this world didn't have any real gods, but that didn't rule out the will of the world's involvement.

Luck was a variable difficult to quantify, and Miss System always urged her to do good deeds to accumulate merits. Ling Qingyu hadn't forgotten this crucial point.

Soon, her group of girls boarded the shuttle buses and arrived near the parked A380, waiting for them to board.

Rows of stewardesses stood near the airstair. A red carpet was laid on the floor and steps to welcome a VIP.

At the top, near the aircraft's entrance, two pilots in sharp uniforms awaited them.

When the shuttle bus doors opened, Ling Qingyu and her group of girls looked around in amazement.

Xiao Yue had already flown once and didn't react much. Mo Yunxi showed a similar response. However, Yin Jingfei and the other girls gasped in wonder.

Seeing it up close, they felt the grandiose presence of the aircraft more than they did from afar.

Furthermore, this massive private jet belonged to their Miss, which also meant they could explore it freely and tweak it to their joy.

On the other hand, Ling Qingyu's attention was elsewhere, earning Xiao Yue's contemptuous gaze.

The stewardesses were beautiful, with excellent figures and delicate features. Their height and curves were eye-catching.

Ling Qingyu was delighted to see that her stewardesses were alluring. At least they weren't like the overly flashy yet unattractive flight attendants she'd seen in her previous life.

The combination of stylish uniforms and stockings that accentuated their legs made Ling Qingyu blink in admiration—almost melting with joy—until Xiao Yue's snort snapped her out of it.

Ling Qingyu coughed and expressed her dissatisfaction. "Hmph, you two took my private jet for so long, and I didn't even get to enjoy my first flight as the boss."

Xiao Yue rolled her eyes and ignored the scumbag president. The other women who overheard chuckled quietly.

They had heard how Tang Ziyi and Xiao Yue roamed around after hijacking Ling Qingyu's private jet, causing the latter to complain nonstop for an entire month—so much so that their ears practically grew calluses.

Noticing everyone's reactions, Ling Qingyu guiltily glanced at Mo Yunxi and Yin Jingfei, relieved that they didn't seem to mind.

In truth, Mo Yunxi and Yin Jingfei found Ling Qingyu's childish side endearing. The cold, distant aura she usually exuded had softened, making her seem cuter and more approachable.

It proved that they were truly friends—not just acquaintances pretending for appearances. They had taken a step into Ling Qingyu's world.

"Welcome, President Ling. We, the cabin crew and pilots, greet you," a stewardess stepped forward and bowed slightly, followed by the rest.

It was clear they had rehearsed this many times. Ling Qingyu smiled and patted the stewardess's shoulder. She figured this girl was the crew chief—the head flight attendant.

"Thank you. We appreciate your warm reception," Ling Qingyu responded politely, bridging the gap between employer and employees.

Sure enough, the flight attendants no longer exuded just formal politeness but reciprocated her warmth.

After all, today was the first time they were officially welcoming their true boss.

Even though Tang Ziyi and Xiao Yue—who had flown with them before—had reassured them multiple times that Ling Qingyu was a great boss who treated people well, psychological caution still existed.

Ling Qingyu, however, knew how to manage people and narrow such gaps.

Noticing her leadership style, the other girls sighed in relief. They had finally met their real boss.

No one wanted to offend Ling Qingyu or leave a bad impression.

The job was easy and paid handsomely. Aside from catering more to a private client—so long as no laws were broken—their responsibilities were no different from those of a conventional stewardess.

Initially, when the flight crews realized all the staff were female, they were a little apprehensive, especially upon discovering that the pilots were women too.

They wondered whether the real bosses were some unscrupulous male customers with peculiar desires. Nonetheless, money won the bet, no matter how 'risky' the job seemed.

Of course, the crews were assembled directly without proper introductions, except for the significant salary, location, and the boss's name.

However, the name alone meant nothing since some people merely served as white gloves.

In upper-class circles, they had heard similar stories. The messes were far more complicated than they appeared on the surface.

Even knowing their employer was a woman, suspicions remained high—though unlikely, what if this woman had purposely hired an all-female team to suit her own aspirations?

It wasn't the first or second time they had heard of women exploiting other women, even though they had read Ling Qingyu's files.

Fortunately, Ling Qingyu knew nothing about their internal debates and insecurities. Otherwise, she might have fumed and cursed out loud. Was her public image really that horrendous?

Where was her original aura of attracting like-minded women as a cold, professional CEO?

Ling Qingyu shook hands with her new employees before meeting and conversing with the two pilots, while her girls suited up and found their seats.

What could she do? These were her rare treasures. She had fulfilled the dream of incorporating pilots and stewardesses into her harem.

Afterward, Ling Qingyu also looked around the interior like the rest of the girls. Although they had found their seats, they still had to scramble around to take everything in.

It would be a pity to leave it unchecked out of politeness or moral restraint. Besides, Ling Qingyu wasn't a stingy person and treated them well.

The cabin was too spacious. She reckoned even first class paled in comparison to her A380's interior design. She was referring to the individual rooms, not just the overall space.

There were sleeping quarters resembling hotel rooms, each with its own toilet and bathroom. Meeting rooms with office desks ensured seamless business affairs during the flight if necessary—essentially, a conference room.

It was fully equipped with satellite communications, video conferencing, and office technology. Yes, Ling Qingyu could use the Internet and make phone calls mid-flight, connected to her private secure satellites.

Stepping in further, Ling Qingyu whistled at the glamorous bar, which even had a small pool—enough for a dozen people to take a short nap. The luxury lounge, complete with an entertainment system, nearly blinded her.

The world of wealth and capitalism—Ling Qingyu mentally flipped off this elite circle. Her existence was selectively neglected.

In addition to the lounges, private cinemas, spas, and wellness areas, a sauna and a mini gym were available. Ling Qingyu was at a loss for words.

Too much. Too much. She had thought the difference wouldn't be that drastic compared to business and first class.

It turned out those elite classes couldn't even match her private jet's standards. Not to mention, the pure design and stunning craftsmanship exuded the highest level of luxury.

It was no surprise her girls were murmuring non-stop in awe. Even so, Ling Qingyu still hadn't explored all the spaces and had to take a seat because the jet was about to taxi.

"President Ling, please remain seated. The plane will taxi shortly," a flight attendant said with a smile before sauntering off.

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On the side, Xiao Yue was leisurely reading a newspaper, crossing her legs and leaning against the soft, spacious sofa. Her seat took up nearly the space of five in a commercial flight.

Please. Ling Qingyu huffed with some complaints. Why did Xiao Yue act like an old-timer? News spread faster on the Internet.

Well, as expected of a living antique—no matter how much technology washed over her, old habits never changed.

Behind her, Mo Yunxi and Yin Jingfei chirped excitedly, praising the aircraft. The latter captured everything with her phone. Both were eager for the trip.

Only Ling Qingyu stopped indulging in admiration and instead conversed with Athena. She was asking her daughter to investigate Lin Fan's flight and check for anything amiss.

She also remembered Lin Fan had yet to make connections with a stewardess harem member. Miss System's mission to cut off his opportunity had to be executed.

Although all the girls on her private jet were beautiful, it wouldn't hurt to snatch away another goddess, right?

Anyway, she was doing a good deed for Yang Qingyue. Really, it wasn't her own lust or desires clouding her judgment.

If a terrorist attack occurred mid-flight, Yang Qingyue might have to bear some responsibility.