Beauty Chairwoman’s Bodyguard Expert
Chapter 892 - 886: Conflict on the Plane

Chapter 892: Chapter 886: Conflict on the Plane

"Manman, be careful, and prioritize safety above all. If you encounter any situations you can’t resolve, call me. Our abilities may be limited, but we can at least offer some help," Xue Man said.

"Sister Xiao Man, I’ll take good care of myself."

Mandala nodded and glanced at the wristwatch on her arm. "Sister Qian Ru, Sister Xiao Man, it’s about time for me to board. After I leave, the responsibilities at Bai’s Group are in your hands. Rest assured, once I reach Beijing and meet my brother and sister-in-law, I’ll call you."

"Okay! Be careful on the road." Lin Qianru and Xue Man both nodded.

"Right, Sister Qian Ru, Sister Xiao Man, before I left, I called Grandpa Su and told him that you both sent me on a business trip. Please don’t let it slip; Grandpa Su and Granny He are getting older, and I don’t want them to worry about this."

"We’ll be careful."

Mandala nodded, said nothing more, and turned to head towards the waiting area.

As they watched Mandala’s back, Lin Qianru and Xue Man exchanged worried glances, sighed lightly, and then walked outside. There was nothing more they could do except wait at Bai’s Group for news from Mandala.

Mandala made her way to the departure lounge. Thanks to directly using Bai’s Group connections, she didn’t wait long before heading straight to the plane.

Once onboard, guided by a flight attendant, Mandala went straight to first class and headed to her seat.

Before Mandala could reach her seat, a man wearing sunglasses and headphones, dressed like a bodyguard, stood up and blocked her. "Sorry, Miss Wei isn’t feeling well. Please don’t disturb her; let her rest. There will be a designated signing session after the flight. Please leave now."

Mandala was slightly stunned at hearing that. She was just about to sit in her seat, so how did she become a fan looking for an autograph?

It turns out this time Mandala was on the same flight as China’s popular actress Wei Hongxue, and their seats weren’t too far apart. Before Mandala arrived, several people had already recognized Wei Hongxue and asked for her autograph, but they were all blocked by the bodyguard.

"I’m sorry, my seat is right here, and I’m not a fan of Miss Wei."

"Ha ha, miss, don’t you find your excuse laughable? Before this, many have tried to approach Miss Wei with such an excuse. Do you think we’ll let you through? Now please leave immediately, or don’t blame us for getting rough."

Saying this, the bodyguard got up and slowly approached Mandala.

Hearing the bodyguard’s words, a trace of anger rose in Mandala’s heart as she said in a deep voice, "Rough? Try it, and I’ll tell you again, I’m not a fan of your so-called Miss Wei. My seat is right there, and your so-called Miss Wei is sitting in my seat. If anyone should leave, it’s her. Moreover, this is a plane, not your private area. If you want a private area, buy your own plane."

"What’s all the noise? Don’t you know I need to rest? Bodyguard, are you dead? What are you standing there for? Just get her out of here. Didn’t I say I need rest and am not signing for anyone? Didn’t you tell her? Hurry up and get her out, don’t delay my rest."

The woman in large sunglasses sitting in Mandala’s seat suddenly spoke, her voice full of impatience and a touch of superiority as she cast a disdainful glance at Mandala.

Mandala’s face darkened as she heard these words. She had never encountered such an arrogant celebrity before.

"What, you’re not leaving yet? Still want my autograph? Do you even deserve it? Fans are just tools for my earning anyway. Believe me, we could have the cabin crew kick you out. If you’re not afraid of embarrassment, go on and try."

Wei Hongxue sneered coldly at Mandala, "This is first class, not a place for the likes of you, a mere kid. Leave now, don’t disgrace yourself."

Wei Hongxue regarded Mandala with contempt, her tone condescending. As a top-tier actress in China with countless fans, she considered fans to be simply brainless. No matter what she did, they’d make excuses for her; at worst, they’d cry on social media, claiming she was too exhausted from shooting. Any negative impacts could be wiped away by blaming the fan, saying they maliciously harassed her.

This approach had worked time and again. It had helped her overturn several situations where she disregarded fans. Fans, to her, were merely money-making tools, and dealing with them lowered her status.

"Hahaha...?"

Hearing Wei Hongxue’s words, Mandala, extremely angry, laughed instead and said, "Do you even deserve me asking for your autograph? Are you qualified?"

Wei Hongxue’s face turned dark at Mandala’s words, "Since you don’t want my autograph, why are you here? Get out, or I’ll ruin your reputation."

"Get out? Look clearly, you’re sitting in my seat. If anyone needs to leave, it’s you. Claiming to be cultured, yet you don’t even understand the basic etiquette of sitting in the correct seat?" Mandala pointed at Wei Hongxue, sneering.

Hearing Mandala’s blatant sarcasm, Wei Hongxue’s face darkened. She preferred window seats when flying, so she went straight for one. Her actual seat was slightly behind, but that was no big deal; charm worked on men, and cash on women.

These methods were tried and true.

"Your seat? Well, it’s mine now," Wei Hongxue looked Mandala up and down, sneering, "Kid, you don’t look like someone rich. I suggest you go to economy class; that’s where you belong. I’m not unreasonable, though. Name your price, I’ll pay double for your seat."

With a trace of arrogance, Wei Hongxue said, expecting Mandala to agree eagerly at double the price.

Seeing Wei Hongxue’s snobbish face and superior attitude, Mandala couldn’t contain her anger anymore, "Oh really? So you’re wealthy? I heard you actresses will do anything if the price is right, whatever luxurious party or Russian roulette you dare try. Tell you what, I won’t ask you to do those; why don’t you perform a strip dance for everyone on this plane? I’ll offer ten million, fifty million, even a hundred million. Take your pick, I can afford it."

Mandala was already in a bad mood because of Lu Tianxing’s situation. Encountering this made her temper worse. If the other person was shameless, why should she be polite?