In contrast.
Vanessa was clear-headed about the world. Often, sometimes not fighting was the real fight. At this moment, Ethan felt that Vanessa was really something.
It was important to know your position.
This scene was noticed by the flight attendants who'd been secretly observing from the side!
Suddenly their eyes lit up—wasn't this the perfect opportunity?
A flight attendant with a voluptuous figure and a slightly round face hurried over. Her soft body was almost completely pressed against his arm, and her ample chest showed an enticing curve from the pressure.
"Ethan~"
Her voice was sweet and husky as she picked up her glass:
"Let me toast you personally! Bottoms up for me, you do as you like!"
After saying that, she tipped her head back and drained it simply, then licked her red lips with the tip of her tongue suggestively, full of allure.
Putting down her glass, she boldly introduced herself:
"Just call me Sophie~"
Ethan raised his eyebrows. This initiative and awareness were very much to his liking. He didn't refuse and happily drank from his glass.
Sophie's eyes flashed with delight, and she immediately refilled Ethan's glass attentively, her body pressing even closer, the warm touch clearly transmitted.
Seeing that Ethan showed no displeasure, she became bolder, directly leaning her head affectionately on his shoulder as if about to melt into his arms, rubbing against his arm restlessly.
She actually took the initiative to grab Ethan's hand and pressed it against her chest, guiding him to feel the amazing elasticity and warmth!
Ethan didn't pull away either. Who came out to play to be a saint? He went with the flow and wrapped his arm around Sophie's plump waist, while his other hand unapologetically explored her assets, a playful smile at the corner of his mouth.
Sophie breathed like perfume in his ear and said coquettishly:
"Ethan~ You're so bad~ But I like it so much~"
Her voice was so seductive it could drip honey.
Ethan looked at her carefully through the blurred light. In terms of refinement, she was indeed slightly inferior to Jessica and Amy, but she had a smoking hot body, and her slightly round face had a pure yet lustful quality—exactly the type favored by connoisseurs in his previous life.
Sophie was definitely goddess-tier on any college campus.
He didn't think Sophie's behavior was lowly. Instead, he admired her clear-headedness and defined goals—knowing what she wanted and daring to take action to get it. Much better than those who wanted everything but committed to nothing.
Several other flight attendants had a full view of Sophie's bold move, and contempt initially rose in their hearts: Sophie was so shameless!
However.
Beneath this contempt was a fear of missing out on a golden opportunity.
After a brief struggle, they hesitated no longer. They all picked up their glasses, scrambling to toast Ethan with shy or enthusiastic smiles.
Subsequently.
They naturally stayed on the sofa around Ethan, their bodies approaching intentionally or unintentionally, flattery in their eyes, invisibly forming a circle centered on Ethan.
This circle was like a wall, abruptly squeezing Jessica, who'd originally been sitting next to Ethan, to the outermost corner.
Jessica's hands trembled slightly, her fingertips cold.
She bit her lower lip, with anger and disbelief, her gaze nailed to Sophie's currently triumphant face.
In her view, all this was a betrayal led by Sophie!
She clearly knew about her relationship with Ethan, yet she intervened so blatantly.
What chilled her even more was that not one of the colleagues she had good relationships with on normal days stood up to speak for her. Instead, they rushed up like sharks smelling blood!
Sophie also caught Jessica's gaze, but she didn't feel embarrassed at all. On the contrary, she felt Jessica was blessed but didn't know it—didn't seize the opportunity, so she couldn't blame others.
In Sophie's view, Jessica's idea of monopolizing Ethan while constantly playing hard to get was simply ridiculous.
Why should you?
Just based on that face?
For a rich man at Ethan's level, a beautiful face was the least valuable resource! Would he lack beautiful women around him?
Was Ethan the kind of ordinary rich kid who'd be easily manipulated by one woman?
Jessica pushed away the opportunity with her own hands—don't blame the others for not letting it slip by!
Amy, who'd been silently observing Jessica's reaction, saw her aggrieved and stubborn expression and raised her volume over the deafening music:
"Jessica! Are you just going to watch like this? Watch them throw themselves at him one by one?"
Her tone was full of exasperation.
Jessica turned her face away and muttered stiffly:
"What does he have to do with me? He can be with whoever he likes. I can't control it!"
After saying that, she pouted angrily.
However.
Her body was extremely honest, and her gaze was magnetically drawn, never leaving Ethan's direction.
Amy saw she was still being stubborn and said:
"If you're going to say that, then I'm going in too. A guy like Ethan is too good—even I'm tempted."
After saying that, she started to get up.
"Wait! Amy... what are you doing!"
Jessica panicked instantly, grabbing Amy's arm, her voice nearly crying, her eyes quickly reddening.
She didn't expect that even her most trusted best friend would have this idea. A massive sense of grievance and betrayal instantly overwhelmed her.
Amy looked at her best friend's tearful appearance, and her heart softened, but it also strengthened her determination to wake her up.
She took Jessica's hand and leaned into her ear, her voice lowered but the words clear and piercing:
"Jessica, don't rush to blame Ethan yet. Think about it calmly. A man like him—top-tier wealth, young, and top-notch in looks and demeanor—do you think he'll be like an ordinary college student, talking to you about romance and love, looking for an exclusive relationship? You know better than me how dazzling he is!"
"And what about us? We're flight attendants. Sounds glamorous, flying all over, and maybe we have some professional mystique in ordinary people's eyes. But let's be real—in the eyes of a truly elite rich man like Ethan, what are we? Just a group of pretty waitresses in uniforms providing service! Social status? Network connections? What do we really have that would catch his eye? We have nothing but faces that are somewhat attractive and youthful bodies!"
Amy's tone was filled with deep exhaustion and self-mockery:
"Our youth gets spent at 30,000 feet, and our social circle is as narrow as an airplane aisle. After a few years, fine lines appear on our faces, our stamina can't keep up, and the airline won't hesitate to replace us with younger faces. At that point, what capital will we have? If you can marry some middle-aged guy who's moderately wealthy—even if he's balding and pudgy but relatively kind—you're already blessed!"
Her eyes looked sharply at Ethan, who was surrounded by beautiful women:
"A man like Ethan is someone in the clouds for us! Being able to have any connection with him and receive even a little of his care is already an opportunity to change our destiny! Do you still expect to marry him and become his only woman? Jessica, don't dream! That's not realistic at all!"
Amy took a deep breath and softened her tone:
"Don't hate Sophie and the others. People climb toward opportunity, water flows downhill. Seeing a chance to change their destiny right in front of them, who wouldn't desperately want to seize it? They're just fighting for a better future for themselves. The methods might not be elegant, but the motives are understandable."
She gripped Jessica's hand tightly, her eyes extremely serious, even showing a hint of struggle:
"Jessica, let me say something from the heart: If you weren't my best friend, if I didn't sincerely hope the best for you, if it were any other unfamiliar colleague... facing a man like Ethan, I wouldn't hesitate to go for it myself! This is reality! Cruel, naked reality!"
Jessica was completely stunned and looked at Amy blankly.
These words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the flame of her grievances but making her feel a piercing cold and strangeness from the bottom of her heart.
Was this still the best friend she knew who loved to laugh and joke around, was a little vain but also spirited?
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