1 I'm Finally Back
"You are not my daughter!" A middle-aged woman screamed as she slammed the door shut.
--- 5 years later
"On behalf of the Jin Airline, we would like to welcome you to The Jin Province. We will be arriving at the gate momentarily. Please remain in your seats with your seat belt securely fastened until the aircraft has come to a complete stop at the terminal gate. Once again, thank you for flying with the Jin Airline".
Jin Yinghui opened her eyes after a long nap and looked around. She pressed the Help button on her right armrest before gently rubbing her eyes.
"Hello. How may I help you?"
Jin Yinghui smiled and asked, "Can I have a cup of water please?"
The female flight attendant looked surprised for a moment and forgot to respond.
"Hello? Can you get me a cup of water, please? Thank you."
"Oh, yes. Sorry about that. Just one moment."
The flight attendant quickly broke out of her stupor as she made her way to the water cart and poured a cup of cold water.
As she watched the cup fill up, her mind wandered off to think about the lady she just saw. The woman had near-perfect facial features and radiated elegance just by sitting there.
The captivating charm and aura she possessed were able to fascinate anyone that laid eyes on her.
The flight attendant happily brought the water over and handed it to Jin Yinghui with both hands. Jin Yinghui took a sip of the water and put the cup down. She didn't like the taste of airplane water.
"Elena, are we going to exit the airport from the VIP passage today?"
The girl sitting next to her is Wang Mian, better known as Mila. She is Jin Yinghui's assistant and best friend.
Jin Yinghui shook her head, "It's okay. We are in Jin Province. Not a lot of people know me here. Even if there are people that do, I should be grateful for their support. We can exit from the normal passage." She closed her eyes again, signaling Mila to stop talking.
'Dear passengers, the aircraft has now come to a complete stop. Please gather your belongings and slowly make your way off the airplane.'
Mila began to unbuckle her seatbelt and reach for her bag when she realized that Jin Yinghui was still sitting down with her eyes closed. She put her bag down and sat patiently, waiting for Jin Yinghui. After everyone on the plane had left already, she opened her eyes.
"Let's go."
From security, you could already hear the loud screams of fans.
"Elena, we could still go back. I think we should take the VIP passage."
Jin Yinghui sighed impatiently and asked, "Why? I should be grateful for the people outside. The airplane was delayed for three hours, so they must have waited for a long time. If I just left through the VIP passage, they would have waited for nothing."
Jin Yinghui grabbed her purse and put her sunglasses on. The screams were getting louder and louder.
Once she walked through the door, Jin Yinghui knew that she was wrong. She had fans in the Jin Province. Hundreds of people were holding signs that read "Elena I Love You". Jin Yinghui took off her sunglasses and waved graciously at her fans.
*2 hours later*
"What did I say? We should have gone through the VIP passage."
Mila was mad and tired. She wanted to sleep on the comfy bed in the hotel. Jin Yinghui laughed and turned her head away. She looked at the tall glass buildings and the busy sidewalks. It has been five years. So much has changed in these five years. Jin Yinghui. Elena.
Jin Yinghui. I'm finally back.
**Jin Yinghui: Better known for her stage name - Elena. 23 years old. Born and raised in Jin Province. Left for Korea to become a trainee at the age of 18. Trained for three years under XX Entertainment and debuted two years ago. Her company sent her back to Jin Province to increase her fame in all of Asia instead of only in Korea. In Korea, she has earned herself the title of Nation's Princess due to her breathtaking visuals and amazing dancing, singing, and acting skills.**
Mila studied Elena's expression. She didn't seem mad, but she definitely wasn't happy. Just as Elena was about to close her eyes again, she felt her handbag vibrating. She unzipped her bag and took out her phone.
Mom: 5 Missed Calls
"Hello, Mom."
Mila jerked her head to the left with her eyes wide open. Elena smiled and whispered that she was okay.
"Jin Yinghui! I called you five times. Why didn't you answer my calls!"
"Mom, I just turned on my phone. If you have nothing to say, I'm hanging up."
"Wait, you disrespectful child. I should have kicked you out of the house when I had the chance to."
"Mom, is your memory getting bad? You did kick me out when I was young." Elena scoffed at her mom's remark, preparing to hang up the phone.
"You ungrateful child, don't hang up yet. I heard that you finally came back from Korea. Your little sister, Yingmo, figured out what she wants to do. She wants to be a celebrity, and since you are already in the industry, go find her a job or help get her a role in a drama."
"Oh, so now Yingmo wants to become a star and you are supporting her. What about me? When I wanted to go to Korea, you ruthlessly kicked me out of the house. If she wants to become an actress, tell her to work hard herself!" Elena hung the phone up and tossed it to Mila.
Mila was not prepared to catch a phone, and the phone didn't fly in a path that would reach her hands either. Instead, the phone hit Mila's knee and bounced off to the ground. Mila, however, didn't dare make any noise, and quietly picked up Elena's phone.
"Um. . . Elena, for today's schedule. . ." Mila said cautiously.
"Go ahead."
"So, right now we are driving to the hotel. You should get some rest before tonight. At 8 o'clock, there will be a party where several famous actors and entrepreneurs will attend. This will be the first time you will be attending a public event in the Jin Province, so you should be prepared and look your best tonight. That will be the only event for today, and you will start filming the new drama, Original Sweet on Monday."
Elena closed her eyes and laid back onto the leather car seat. It was only the beginning, yet she could already tell this was definitely not going to be an easy journey. . .
