Chapter 118 — The Plane Lost Contact

“Dear passengers, hello. We are currently experiencing turbulence due to airflow. Please rest assured that the crew is actively assessing the situation to ensure your safety.”

The gentle and reassuring voice of the flight attendant echoed throughout the cabin.

After hearing her words, the passengers’ tense nerves eased slightly.

They comforted each other, reminding themselves it was just a minor turbulence.

The Imperial Capital Civil Aviation Authority had never experienced an air disaster before, so the passengers remained confident.

Their hearts were certain that this flight would be safe.

“Lin Chong, the plane is shaking—aren’t you going to tell me the solution now?”

Mu Ran stood up, gripping the back of her seat tightly. She twisted her neck to look at the man lazily lying beside her.

Her eyes flashed coldly like blades.

She couldn’t wait any longer…

A strong premonition stirred within her—that something was about to happen…

“It’s not time yet.”

Lin Chong seemed to sense the icy gaze Mu Ran cast upon him. Without opening his eyes, he turned on his side, back facing her.

“Don’t be anxious, Xiao Ran. We’re nowhere near the critical point.”

Listening to Lin Chong’s tone, it was clear he didn’t take this potential disaster seriously at all.

Or perhaps he already had a plan to handle it?

Mu Ran suppressed the creeping fear and the overwhelming anger in her heart, shooting a glare at the bald man beside her.

Her knuckles whitened as she clenched the armrest.

“Mu Ran... Mu Ran...”

The man behind her, wearing sunglasses, leaned forward, casually removing them. His long fingers toyed with the dark glasses.

“Mu Ran, do you still need a bodyguard? How about me? I don’t think that bald guy respects you at all. You must be filled with fear right now, huh? And that bald guy is just sleeping, completely indifferent.”

The man bent his waist slightly, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, a hint of malevolence flickering in his expression.

Mu Ran turned her head away, refusing to acknowledge him.

But a quick glance at his features revealed a resemblance to Gu Beicheng.

As she thought of him, Mu Ran’s mind filled with the image of Gu Beicheng’s handsome face—stern yet tender and gentle.

He was only kind to her.

Only obedient to her.

The sunglasses-wearing man wasn’t wrong—Mu Ran’s heart was consumed with the fear of death.

She feared enduring the pain of dying once more.

Despair, helplessness.

If she truly perished in this air disaster, what would become of Gu Beicheng?

What was he doing now, in the Imperial Capital?

Surely, he was thinking of her as well.

“Attention all passengers, please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts. The plane is encountering strong turbulence and severe shaking. Please take deep breaths and maintain a calm mindset. The crew of Imperial Capital Airlines is with you.”

“Xiao Ran! It’s getting worse!”

Lin Chong convulsed slightly, his eyes bloodshot. His nails dug fiercely into the soft armrest.

“Tell me the solution quickly!”

Mu Ran stood up, her previously composed face cracking with vulnerability. She tried to approach Lin Chong but was pulled back by her tightly fastened seatbelt.

“Ma’am, please return to your seat. The turbulence is dangerous.”

The flight attendant stood in the aisle between Lin Chong and Mu Ran’s seats, swaying slightly, her expression tense and anxious.

After graduating, Cheng Tong had joined Imperial Capital Airlines and had flown this route countless times.

But she had never encountered such frightening weather or such severe turbulence.

Moreover, a few colleagues whispered behind her back that the pilot for this flight was a well-connected individual lacking experience and skill.

“All right, thank you. Please hurry back yourself. Walking in the aisle is dangerous too.”

Mu Ran glanced at the bald man with tightly closed eyes and pursed lips, then coldly turned back to the flight attendant.

“Thank you for your trouble.”

“You’re welcome. It’s normal to be emotional during turbulence.”

As she spoke, a bead of cold sweat appeared on Cheng Tong’s temple. In this situation, not only were the passengers agitated, but the crew also felt uncertain.

Imperial Capital—

City Star Group.

“Ding—”

In the conference room, the man seated at the head of the table furrowed his brow, a cold aura enveloping everyone present.

All eyes trembled as they watched the big boss pick up the phone and hang up.

But the phone kept ringing tirelessly, again and again.

“Jing Cheng, what’s going on?”

The call connected, and Gu Beicheng’s calm, steady voice came through.

Everyone in the conference room put down their work silently, bowing their heads as they waited for the chairman to finish.

Gu Beicheng sat in a swivel chair, turning toward the phone, his long, strong fingers gripping it tightly.

“What?”

His voice trembled slightly, and he uncrossed his legs, previously lazily folded.

“Jing Cheng, are you sure?”

On the other end, Mu Jingcheng spoke rapidly, “Beicheng, it’s true. A friend of mine at the Civil Aviation Authority is compiling the passenger list of the missing plane. Mu Ran, Lin Chong, and your cousin Gu Yan are all on it!”