Corporate slave? Pshaw, I'm the richest woman now!

As for now, she's still flying in mid-air, and she can't do anything else.

"By the way, didn't you say you were going to record a vlog for me during the day? Have you finished recording it yet?"

Of course! Unlike my host, I don't have procrastination issues.

"What are you saying? What kind of talk is that?" Tang Tang rolled her eyes fiercely, even though the eye mask couldn't hide it. "I'm only 19 years old. Please, I didn't have any impressive background in my past life. We're all newbies. You can't expect me to just open my eyes and start throwing money around every day, can you?"

Then I'll have to go to work.

Of course, the easily angered little system needed to be soothed, so Tang Tang softened her voice again, "And you definitely wouldn't watch me get into danger, right, baby, Tongtong~"

Go eat your food.

The system remained silent, feeling shy. Tang Tang watched with delight as Yang An pushed the food cart and delivered the food she had ordered.

The table was pulled out from the gap and transformed into a very large table.

"Miss Tang, here is your Lafite, pan-fried cod, lemon salmon tart, foie gras sushi, creamy mushroom pasta, and a serving of crab roe macaroni."

"Okay, thank you. I'd like to order a vanilla cocoa ice cream fruit bowl in half an hour."

"Understood. Ms. Tang, would you like to specify the fruit for the fruit bowl?"

Tang Tang raised an eyebrow and said without any politeness, "Lychees, watermelons, yellow peaches, cherries, mulberries, mangoes, and nuts. The nuts must include pistachios but without the shells. Macadamia nuts and hazelnuts must be caramelized, no walnuts. The rest are up to you."

That sounds like they're going to be very difficult to please.

In the lounge not far away, Feng Lan listened to his beautiful little Muse's picky words and found them extremely cute. His Muse, his princess, deserved to enjoy the best.

As a person of mixed Chinese and British descent, with her mother being a British aristocrat, Fenglan actually has some of the bad temper of British aristocrats. She is arrogant and considers herself a gentleman, and she also insists on some subtle arrogance of the aristocracy.

He willingly bowed his head for his Muse, even though the inspiration came out of nowhere and was rather comical.

But he's always been abnormal, yet at this moment he unexpectedly seemed much more normal.

So, if he uses delicious food as bait, would his little muse be willing to come and play at his show?

Whether Tang Tang was willing or not, she certainly enjoyed the meal.

The red wine wasn't a 82 Lafite, but it was still a very good quality Lafite, with a slightly sour and astringent taste followed by a sweet, fruity aftertaste.

Despite the large quantity she ordered, the portions were actually quite small. The pasta and macaroni were served in small dishes, topped with a few shrimp and beef cubes.

The pan-fried cod was a piece about half the size of a palm, sprinkled with black pepper and a drop of lemon juice. The skin was fried until crispy, and the flesh was tender, smooth, and sweet—quite delicious.

The salmon in the salmon tower is thick and oily, with a very satisfying texture. Dipping it in the yellow mustard and wasabi on the side dish enhances the sweetness of the fish with its slightly pungent aroma and masks any slight fishy smell.

The other dishes are also very good, but the crab roe macaroni is the best.

She ate slowly, watching "Empresses in the Palace" on her iPad while enjoying her meal. She even had ventilation facilities above each rest room to ensure there were no unpleasant smells during the meal.

Of course, this ventilation system does not directly exchange air with the outside of the aircraft, but uses advanced technology to circulate and purify the air in the cabin.

After Tang Tang finished her meal and watched two episodes of "Empresses in the Palace," Yang An brought over the ice cream and fruit bowl she had requested.

The ice cream was made from pure animal milk. Tang Tang was eating the ice cream with a spoon when some melted ice cream dripped onto her hand.

Tang Tang: ……

Even though I wiped it with toilet paper, it still felt so uncomfortable. If I didn't wash it with water, it felt like ants were crawling all over my body.

This might be Tang Tang's quirk; she particularly likes washing her hands. In the past, when cooking at home, she would wash her hands after chopping vegetables before getting a plate to put the vegetables on, and then wash her hands again before chopping meat.

She washes her hands seven or eight times while cooking a meal, and she especially hates any lingering smell on her hands.

Standing up, Tang Tang walked to the corridor and headed towards the restroom at the back of the cabin. She walked past someone who seemed to have no brains, completely ignoring them.

The fluttering skirt stirred a slight breeze, and Fenglan gently grasped at the air as if crushing a butterfly's wings from afar, then released her hand easily.

His gaze followed Tang Tang's retreating figure as he stood up.

"Hey, the pervert's here."

Tang Tang was speechless. "Why do I get the feeling that you're gloating?"

Because the first time I met you, you couldn't handle other males.

"Are you crazy? I just don't want to waste time on him, okay? Although he does have a good face, he's acting so strangely."

She has no interest in playing with a mad dog for the time being.

However, his shows will feature many Italian celebrities, not just the estate owners you admire...

Tang Tang's gaze sharpened, her steps slowing slightly as she hesitated in her mind, "You're not going to tell me that our dear Godfather, that old man in his sixties, also goes to Milan to watch fashion shows, are you?"

The Godfather is such a stylish little old man!

Yes, because the Godfather's assassinated son greatly admired Feng Lan's work. The Godfather would often attend Feng Lan's shows in person and take pictures of his favorite pieces to put in his son's room.

"What a touching father-son bond," Tang Tang said perfunctorily, subtly pursing her lips. "Why didn't you tell me such important news before?"

[Because you never told me what you actually wanted to do.] The system scoffed, [You've been giving me empty promises every day!]

Even the adorable system wasn't so easily fooled anymore. Tang Tang immediately gave an awkward laugh, "Okay, okay, I'm trying my best, aren't I?"

She stopped in the corridor in front of the restroom, and then heard the unhurried footsteps behind her also stop.

Tang Tang twitched her lips speechlessly, sensing that the dog behind her had no intention of concealing its footsteps.

“Dear Muse, why did you stop?”

The voice, which should have been as cold and sharp as a snow-capped mountain, now carried an eerie gentleness: "Were you waiting for me?"

I've never done this type of thing before.

Feng Lan gave Tang Tang a feeling that was too absurd. Even some mentally unstable artists could still be considered human beings when communicating with them, except for some inexplicable things.

Feng Lan's madness is really inexplicable. It feels like he shouldn't appear in a novel about a rich and powerful character. He should appear in an infinite flow novel and properly play the role of a mentally unstable, deranged, and murderous boss.

"I feel like he's thinking about killing me and turning me into his artwork all the time."