Qin Heng sat in the waiting area by the boarding gate, his expression detached.

He glanced at Mo Cheng and the others, then paid them no further attention.

Such ants aren't even worth a second glance.

Seeing Han Ya and the others arrive, Song Ningran was quite pleased and smiled, "Ya Ya, you finally made it. There's still an hour before the plane takes off; I was worried you wouldn't make it in time."

"Ran Ran, you got here so fast. Weren't you taking the subway? How did you arrive so quickly?" A hint of shadow flickered in Han Ya's eyes, but she maintained a smile and said softly, "I remember the subway takes at least an hour and a half to get here."

"We took Qin Heng's private subway," Song Ningran said with a smile. She had asked Qin Heng about this earlier, and he had indicated there was no need to hide it; she should just tell the truth.

As for whether they believed her, that was another matter.

"Private subway?" Han Ya was stunned, her eyes instinctively turning to Qin Heng as she exclaimed in disbelief, "Does a private subway, belonging to just one person, actually exist in this world?"

She had never heard of such a thing!

The surrounding girls couldn't help but start whispering among themselves.

"My goodness, a private subway!? Could it be that this poor kid... uh, Qin Heng is actually a low-profile, super-rich second-generation heir?"

"They say a single subway carriage alone costs six or seven million to build. How much would a private subway cost? Oh my, my brain can't comprehend it!"

"And that's just for the carriages. If it doesn't share tracks with the regular subway, they'd need custom-built tracks, which is even more terrifying. The cost could easily be in the tens, or even hundreds, of millions!"

The many girls who had previously looked down on Qin Heng now saw him in a completely different light.

Could he really be a hidden rich second-generation heir? If this is true... then he's a super-rich second-generation heir!

"Impossible!" Mo Cheng suddenly interjected, looking at Qin Heng and scoffing, "Qin Heng, even if you don't want to reveal how you got here so quickly, there's no need to make Ran Ran lie for you."

"What, lying!? So, this so-called 'private subway' is fake after all!"

"Mo Cheng himself said so, which means this Qin Heng must be lying. I knew it! How could anyone spend hundreds of millions on a private subway?"

"Exactly! Even if you're rich, you can't just waste money like that!"

The people around nodded in agreement, outright dismissing what Song Ningran had said.

After all, the very idea of a private subway was too challenging for ordinary people's common sense; it threatened to shatter their worldviews.

"Ran Ran, surely you haven't been deceived by this Qin Heng, have you?" Han Ya said, feigning concern for Song Ningran. "He doesn't look rich at all. And a private subway? That's just too exaggerated, too outlandish. It's obviously fake; you must have been tricked."

Song Ningran's expression turned peculiar. Qin Heng has no money? A man living in a 2,000-square-meter villa estate, with ten luxury cars worth millions each in the garage, and three private helicopters! And even a private subway costing hundreds of millions, with its own exclusive tracks! This man has no money? In that case, almost everyone in the world must be a pauper.

Seeing Qin Heng sitting there silently, Mo Cheng assumed his deception had been exposed. He walked over, smiling, "Qin Heng, I know you like Ran Ran, but you shouldn't resort to deceit. That's too low. Look how embarrassing it is now that you've been caught. You'd better apologize to Ran Ran quickly and see if she'll forgive you."

He spoke with such certainty, as if Qin Heng were truly a con artist.

The surrounding people looked at Qin Heng with even greater scorn.

Being poor is one thing, but spouting such ridiculous stories and loving to boast—a guy like that is truly pathetic!

Qin Heng glanced indifferently at Mo Cheng, chuckled, and said, "Who do you think you are, speaking to me like that? You can't even begin to imagine my status, nor could you ever obtain my wealth in your entire lifetime! Scram, you insect. Don't let me hear your voice again."

He was truly fed up with Mo Cheng, who buzzed around like an annoying fly.

How irritating!

Mo Cheng was dumbfounded, standing frozen as he stared at Qin Heng in utter disbelief before bursting into laughter. "HAHAHA! Amusing, truly amusing! I've never met anyone as interesting as you, someone who can stick to their bluff all the way. Quite something!"

The people around also started laughing.

"HAHAHA! Incredible, truly incredible! I've never heard of anyone bragging to this degree!"

"I never expected this field trip to offer such a comical spectacle. I'm dying of laughter!"

"To think he dares to look down on Mo Cheng! Just because his surname is Qin, does he think he's part of the Daqin Group? Hilarious!"

Han Ya whispered, "Ran Ran, I think there might genuinely be something wrong with your friend's head."

"Ya Ya, if you keep talking like that, I'm going to get angry," Song Ningran frowned slightly, then turned and sat down beside Qin Heng.

"Ran Ran, don't sit here. Come with me to the VIP waiting area," Mo Cheng said, approaching Song Ningran. He sneered at Qin Heng and added, "It's simply blasphemous to let such a beautiful lady as yourself wait on these cold chairs in an ordinary waiting area. Come with me."

On the way to the airport, Mo Cheng had paid to reserve an entire VIP waiting area, solely to invite Song Ningran.

Even if Song Ningran refused, it would still highlight the vast disparity between Qin Heng and himself.

And then, he would utterly shred Qin Heng's dignity! Throw it on the ground! And trample it viciously!!

"No need. Our plane has already arrived."

Qin Heng suddenly stood up. Without even glancing at Mo Cheng, he took Song Ningran's hand and headed towards the boarding gate.

"What are you talking about?" Mo Cheng froze, then exclaimed in astonishment, "The flight doesn't depart for over an hour, and the plane hasn't even returned to the airport yet. You'll be stopped if you try to go through the boarding gate."

"You're the one who'll be stopped, not me," Qin Heng said as he reached the boarding gate. He showed a card to the flight attendant and commented indifferently, "How could an insect like you possibly understand the level I'm on?"

At that, the flight attendant's face filled with profound respect, even a fawning expression, as she personally opened the boarding gate for Qin Heng. The two other flight attendants also approached and escorted Qin Heng and Song Ningran through.

He actually got through!?

Mo Cheng felt like he was going mad, a ball of fire seeming to burn in his chest, ready to explode.

Damn it, what in the world is going on? The plane hasn't even returned; there shouldn't be anything beyond the boarding tunnel right now. It's impossible to go through the gate at this time!

The history students who had come along were also baffled.

Han Ya walked over and asked Mo Cheng, "What's going on? How did Qin Heng and the others get in? Isn't there still over an hour left?"

Behind her, a crowd followed, all staring incredulously at the retreating figures of Qin Heng and Song Ningran.

How did they get in? Why were they allowed in!?

Mo Cheng's face was extremely grim; he felt utterly humiliated in public. Taking a deep breath, he asked the flight attendant, "Excuse me, what was that just now with those two? Hasn't this flight returned yet? How could they board? Can we go in too?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but you cannot enter." When the flight attendant looked at Mo Cheng, her previously deferential smile vanished, replaced by a formulaic, faint one. "As for the gentleman you inquired about, his private plane has arrived, so naturally, he can board."

A private... private plane!?

Mo Cheng was dumbstruck, his eyes widening in disbelief as he stared towards the boarding gate.

Through the glass wall, he could clearly see a helicopter slowly descending onto the boarding platform. Qin Heng took Song Ningran's hand, and they boarded it.

As they departed, Qin Heng even waved at them.

It was like a farewell. To Mo Cheng, however, it felt as if Qin Heng was mocking him.

His breathing grew ragged, flames of fury blazing in his chest!

He felt as if his heart had been violently ripped from his chest, torn to shreds, then thrown to the ground and stomped on repeatedly!

His eyes turned bloodshot, his face ashen, and he ground his teeth in fury!!

Damn it! Qin Heng!! You played the fool to trick me, and I fell for it! When we get to Mount Tai... I will definitely kill you!!!

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