Cultivating through increasing my stats in America-Chapter 91 - 90 Qiaos Kneeling and Apologizing on the

Chapter 91: Chapter 90: Qiaos Kneeling and Apologizing on the Slide

Chapter 91: Chapter 90: Qiaos Kneeling and Apologizing on the Slide

So Sheila’s request, rather than being a task, was more of a motivation for Li Ang.

“Then…I’ll be waiting for your triumphant return, okay?”

Sheila stretched out her stocking-clad foot and scratched Li Ang’s chest with it.

Li Ang didn’t indulge her. He grabbed her silky foot with his hand and returned the favor by tickling the sole of her foot.

Sheila’s body trembled uncontrollably, nearly unable to stand, until she steadied herself by placing her foot on Li Ang’s shoulder.

Since attending the show required arriving a day early for a simple rehearsal, Li Ang did not increase his training during the remaining time.

He just did some basic exercises to maintain his physical condition.

With one day left before the competition, as the two of them were packing to leave, Catina’s call came through.

“Did you go back to the hospital? I just went to your place, and the renovation workers said you haven’t been home these days.”

“Uh…actually, I’m just in the house next door.”

Li Ang glanced at Sheila beside him, hesitating as he answered.

“Really? Then come out quickly, I’m right outside on the roadside.”

Catina sounded excited.

Li Ang and Sheila came out to the yard and, indeed, saw Catina standing by the roadside waving at them, carrying a large suitcase.

Today, Catina was wearing a JK uniform: a white shirt, a gray skirt, and black calf socks, fully showcasing her youthful vibe.

Sheila, on the other hand, still exuded mature sexiness; the two women had their own distinct charms.

As they approached, Sheila purposefully clung tightly to Li Ang’s arm, seemingly to assert her dominance.

But unexpectedly, even seeing the two of them come out of Sheila’s house didn’t discourage Catina in the slightest. Instead, she obediently moved to the other side and sandwiched Li Ang between them once again.

“Why did you come over?”

Li Ang’s question was not one of blame but one of curiosity and pleasant surprise.

Catina had already asked him about his flight the previous day, and it seemed she had made such a plan.

“As your employee, of course I should accompany my boss on a business trip. Otherwise, it would be such a pity to miss all those exciting materials,” Catina replied very naturally.

“But, have your injuries healed?”

Li Ang turned his head and noticed the marks still lingering on Catina’s arm.

With her head held high and a radiant smile, Catina said, “Of course, if someone like you—who was injured worse than me—has recovered and is even going to join a sports variety show, what’s my little injury?”

Li Ang shook his head helplessly, realizing he couldn’t really refute her words.

After entering the airport terminal, Li Ang clearly noticed that he was attracting a lot of attention.

Of course, this wasn’t because he had become famous, but rather the gaze that the two protectors on his left and right attracted.

Li Ang originally planned to buy an economy class ticket, since that was the standard the show reimbursed for. Who would have known that Sheila, with a generous gesture, insisted on paying and upgraded from economy to first class.

So now, the ticket for Li Ang was bought by Sheila, and Catina’s economy class was also upgraded to first class by Li Ang.

Fortunately, the airfare for this route wasn’t too expensive; three first class tickets cost just over three thousand US dollars.

From the VIP lounge, Li Ang began to experience the difference between various price points.

It was only when he walked through the exclusive passage and boarded the plane that Li Ang realized wealthy people truly lived a different life from ordinary people—not just in cars and houses, or in any one event, but in countless details of daily life.

As for those sayings like whether you’re in first class or economy, you’ll still reach the destination at the same time, Li Ang found them increasingly nonsensical.

Reaching the end is important, but the process is even more so.

Wealthy people and poor people both live life only to die, but life is different, especially in capital-centric America.

During the short flight, Li Ang slept peacefully under the meticulous care of the flight attendants.

Upon landing, there was naturally a special passage, allowing for priority disembarkment from the plane.

Several cars were waiting to pick up passengers on the ground, and Li Ang immediately saw a Buick business car emblazoned with the [Titan Game] logo.

After the three of them went over, they realized that several players were already seated in the car, leaving only two seats vacant.

“Should we squeeze in?”

Seeing that Li Ang also brought two family members, the staff member hesitated before asking.

“No need, we can get there on our own.”

Li Ang shook his head. First class actually came with a pick-up service, and it wasn’t a big deal for him to squeeze in, but he was with two ladies.

Seeing Li Ang turn to leave, those in the car complained softly:

“He could have said earlier that he wasn’t going to take the car, making us wait here for nothing.”

“Hey, he seems to be heading towards the business class pick-up car.”

“What the hell? Why is someone who flies first class competing and fighting for prize money with us?”

Just as Li Ang and his group were about to get on their car, a slightly overweight young man in a suit suddenly came running over with a sign in hand.

“Excuse me, are you Mr. Li Ang?”

Upon receiving his affirmative reply, the slightly overweight young man pointed towards a black Rolls-Royce Phantom parked behind.

“Hello, this is the pick-up service booked for you.”

Li Ang was somewhat bewildered as he glanced at Sheila, who also shook her head in surprise.

Regardless of who had arranged it, getting in the car was the logical next step — it wasn’t likely to be a Rolls-Royce kidnapping, after all.

They took the car to the variety show’s check-in location and collected their respective room cards.

While collecting the cards, Li Ang noticed that different people received different room cards, some even staying in separate hotels.

Having worked for several years, Li Ang could certainly understand the situation — it was just like business trips, where the accommodation standards for leaders naturally differed from those of regular staff.

Clearly, he was classified under the “regular staff” category; the hotel he was assigned to was an ordinary chain hotel, not too shabby.

Nevertheless, there were still Sheila and Catina to consider for accommodation. Catina was easy to manage, but he guessed Sheila had probably never stayed in such a modest hotel.

Just as he was hesitating over whether they should all switch to a five-star hotel instead, he suddenly spotted a familiar figure.

“Qiaos?”

He certainly remembered the man, but unfortunately, not for any good reason.

The image of being given three hundred dollars as a dismissal in the office was still vivid in his mind.

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However, it was clear that Qiaos’s appearance here was no coincidence; he had come specifically for Li Ang.

Like the young man who had provided the pick-up service, Qiaos jogged over and handed Li Ang a room card.

“Mr. Li Ang, erm, your room has already been booked.”

Li Ang didn’t take the room card offered to him, instead looking at Qiaos with a puzzled expression.

He didn’t feel there was anything about himself worth this Falcon Club department manager’s fawning.

“The thing is, I found out about your participation in the show in advance and looked into the schedule just to provide good service. I didn’t mean anything by it; I just want to ask for your forgiveness for my past mistake…”

Qiaos apologized with his head down, looking quite sincere.

It wasn’t just Li Ang who was taken aback; Sheila and Catina were also stunned.

“So, the pick-up service when we got off the plane was also arranged by you?”

Li Ang asked, to which Qiaos nodded.

“Please do forgive me, or I might lose my job.”

As Qiaos apologized, he bowed his head even lower.

Li Ang smiled and shook his head, taking the room card from his hand. He did not say whether he accepted the apology or not.

The reason Qiaos had been so anxious to apologize to Li Ang recently wasn’t because the Falcon Club’s boss threatened to fire him if he didn’t apologize. In fact, he really was demoted, and while the boss did mention he hoped Qiaos would apologize to Li Ang, what truly made up his mind was a piece of information he learned about during this time.