Upon hearing Lin Lang’s words, Rachel simply gave a slight twitch of her eyelid before quickly calming down.

She neither admitted nor denied Lin Lang’s words.

Her face returned to that of an unruffled calm—

She straightened her back, her posture elegant and dignified, exuding the unique confidence and charm of a mature woman in every gesture.

Slightly raising her chin, the lines of her neck were graceful and fluid, like an elegant swan.

In those deep eyes, her gaze carried a hint of scrutiny, looking directly at Lin Lang:

"Mr. Lin seems to understand women quite well."

Her voice was low and magnetic, each word slowly drawn from the depths of her throat, carrying an elusive undertone.

As she spoke!

She discreetly surveyed Kevin and the special forces with the corner of her eye.

Her gaze was like a cold, sharp blade, instantly startling them—

They were all too familiar with Rachel’s methods!

On ordinary days she is swift and decisive, yet if she were to become fierce, it’s not something they could withstand!

Thus, like being under an Immovable Spell, they all quickly turned their heads, not daring to make a sound!

Afraid that any slight movement might attract Rachel’s attention again.

...

Lin Lang remained composed and casually said:

"That’s why I say, ordinary women don’t catch my eye."

Rachel’s gaze instantly cooled, her pupils slightly contracting, like stars glinting coldly in a frigid night.

A fleeting hint of displeasure appeared in her eyes, but she quickly covered it with her skill.

However, in the next moment.

She suddenly stood up.

Leaning forward slightly, her bobbed hair swayed gently with her movement, a few playful strands falling beside her fair cheeks.

She extended her hands—

Those hands were well-maintained, with long, slender fingers and neatly trimmed nails, faintly pink in color.

Her hand gently slid from Lin Lang’s shoulder, the movement soft yet full of probing intent, as if caressing a precious piece of art.

Her palm glided down to Lin Lang’s chest, pausing slightly, pressing gently, as if to feel Lin Lang’s heartbeat through this brief contact.

She leaned down, her lips almost touching Lin Lang’s ear, her warm breath gently brushing against his cheek, and softly said:

"Mr. Lin said women are like wine... conveniently, I have a bottle of fine vintage wine in my room. If Mr. Lin is willing, you can come and taste it with me."

After speaking, she straightened up, giving Lin Lang a glance full of meaning.

That look held both challenge and an indescribable expectation.

Then, she stylishly walked towards an aircraft compartment.

Her steps were light and steady, every step like a runway walk, her waist gently swaying with each step, her graceful figure seeming to carry an invisible allure that made the surrounding air turn suggestive, making one unable to help but steal a glance.

Lin Lang’s lips curled into a playful smile, his eyes sweeping over everyone on the plane.

Being swept by his gaze, they shifted their eyes even more evasively, not daring to meet his eyes, as if guilty of some misdeeds.

"Lin Lang, are you really going to drink with her?"

Xina looked at Lin Lang with a face full of struggle, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Lin Lang noticed Xina’s gaze, smiled at her, and said lightly:

"Don’t worry, I won’t let her take advantage of me."

"..."

Xina looked at Lin Lang, speechless, privately thinking to herself—

Am I worried she’ll take advantage of you?

Surely, I’m worried you’ll take advantage of her!

She stomped her foot, her face filled with helplessness and reproach, yet she couldn’t act out.

...

Under the subtle watch of everyone.

Lin Lang left his seat.

Headed towards that compartment.

Raised his hand to gently push open the door.

...

A faint aroma of mixed red wine and feminine perfume hit his face.

What met his eyes was a small yet exquisite space—

Soft warm yellow lights spilled gently across every corner, adding some warmth and comfort to the room.

Rachel sat at a small table, back towards the door, intently pouring wine.

She had already taken off her suit jacket, leaving only a white shirt on her upper body, further accentuating her impressive figure.

...

Rachel’s right hand steadily held the vintage bottle of red wine.

The slender bottle appearing even more elegant in her slender fingers.

Harmonizing with the mature charm she exuded!

Her wrist gently turned, without any trace of panic or haste—

With her motion, the dark red liquid flowed silkily into the crystalline glass.

The wine swirled in the glass, forming tiny bubbles, making a soft "gurgle" sound.

Her left hand lightly rested on the edge of the glass, her long fingers slightly bent.

During the wine pouring, her gaze remained focused on the glass.

Even upon hearing the door open, Rachel didn’t immediately turn around.

Just slightly upturned her lips, saying softly:

"Mr. Lin actually came, are you really interested in a woman like me?"

Her voice was gentle, yet carried an unnoticeable teasing, as if unintentionally strumming the strings of Lin Lang’s heart.

...

Lin Lang walked into the room with steady steps, letting his gaze linger on Rachel for a moment before slowly settling on the two glasses—

She seemed to know he would come!

Lin Lang smiled slightly, saying:

"Time has never vanquished beauty. Lady Rachel’s allure is beyond what young girls can compare to."