"Your uncle asked me to tell you that he is all right. He is with Lu Feng now."

On the comfortable leather chair of the plane, Ivanov was enjoying a massage from a beautiful woman while lazily making a phone call to Chen Yang.

He promised Chen An that he would notify Chen Yang, but he only intended to make a phone call. He did not plan to go to Yang Chen personally since he had never been willing to spend time with people who he was not interested in.

"It is estimated that he will call you when you arrive in the United States, that's all."

After simply delivering what to say, Ivanov hung up the phone and threw his cell phone aside. He yawned and slowly lay down on the declining leather chair.

Katusha motioned the others to leave. She walked behind Ivanov, smeared essential oil on her fingertips, and then gently massaged the man's temples, "Boss, where are we going?"

"Hae, that bastard, took me $2 billion. Maybe he is enjoying himself somewhere. Anyone who dares to cheat me Ivanov will pay the price."

Ivanov stretched out his finger, "Back to Moscow."

"Yes." Katusha wiped her hands and put a pair of headphones on Ivanov's ears.

Soothing music and perfect massage should had allowed him to close his eyes and rest, but a man with black hair was still haunting his mind.

Chen An, we would meet again.

…

"Ice latte, thank you."

After the plane took off smoothly, Chen An got up from his seat and took a seat near Lu Feng.

Lu Feng's subordinate gave Chen An a strange look. He came over and motioned Chen An to return to his own seat.

Lu Feng raised his hand to signal the subordinate next to him to leave. He looked at the man sitting opposite him with the same indifferent expression, "Any red wine?"

Just as Chen An was about to decline, he swallowed what he wanted to said and smiled, "Okay."

After a while, a flight attendant delivered two glasses of red wine to their table. During this period, neither Chen An nor Lu Feng said a word, nor did they look at each other.

To be precise, it was Lu Feng who had been avoiding the gaze of Chen An.

"Why not be with Ouyang Bai Sha? He seems to love you very much." Finally, Chen An spoke first.

Lu Feng picked up the glass and shook it gently. The bright red and mellow liquid hung on the glass wall with ruby luster. Chen An raised his glass to his lips and took a sip. The moment the alcohol flew in his mouth, he felt a magical vertigo.

"Someone once told me that a person can't live a life alone, otherwise he will be engulfed by boundless loneliness and despair sooner or later," Chen An watched the man sitting opposite him through the bright red crystal cup, "What are you thinking?"

"What do you want to say?" Lu Feng asked, leaning back against the chair and fiddling with the red wine cup on the table with his hand, "Do you think the final result of choosing a man who love you will be better than a lifetime of loneliness?"

The young man's eyes revealed a touch of despair and grief. Lu Feng had tried once. He tried every means to be with the man he had been looking forward to for a long time. He thought that with his efforts, he could slowly melt Chen Chang An's frozen heart.

But in the end?

When he saw Chen Chang An die in front of him, he couldn't even cry but just stood there motionless.

If he could go back to the past, Lu Feng would definitely swear that he would not put Chen Chang An under house arrest. He would rather hide his feelings for the man forever than see he die in front of him.