Peerless Mad Dragon

Absolute Mad Dragon

As the country's most popular star in film, television, and music, Hou Mengdie was no stranger to flying. Yet she had never imagined she would find herself seated next to such a slovenly man with such brazen audacity.

Hou Mengdie wore a black blouse, cinched at the waist with a white ribbon tied in a bow, and a black skirt that ended just above her knees. Her long, shapely legs were sheathed in sheer black stockings, only intensifying her allure. Her complexion was as delicate as the petals of a flower, so smooth it seemed a breath might bruise it.

It was obvious that Long Fei was not welcome in first class. Even the ever-smiling flight attendant, who maintained her poise and courtesy, could not hide her distaste for him. These days, the number of wealthy people had grown, and flying was no longer their exclusive privilege. As long as you had an ID and a ticket, you could board—no matter your fortune, you couldn’t book a flight on a rocket or charter an entire plane for yourself.

Long Fei looked every bit the pauper—more like an Indian refugee than a businessman. Yet no one could challenge his right to sit in first class. What vexed everyone most was his extraordinary luck: he happened to be seated right next to Hou Mengdie, the celebrated star. The faint odor of sweat emanating from Long Fei drifted through the cabin, and Hou Mengdie’s frequent furrowing of her delicate brows only fueled the other passengers’ urge to pitch him off the plane.

Hou Mengdie was furious. If not for her public image, she would have slap