"Sir? Sir? The plane will land in half an hour. Please hurry up."
Outside the lavatory of a cargo-passenger aircraft, a pretty stewardess knocked on the door with a flushed face, speaking softly to the people inside.
Perhaps it was her voice that finally did the trick. A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and Jiang Hai emerged—with Cheryl Lee in tow. Her legs could barely support her. Under the stewardess's shy, awkward gaze, Jiang Hai calmly guided Cheryl back to their seats, helping her buckle in. Cheryl leaned naturally against his shoulder as his hand slipped into her clothes, casually shaping her soft curves.
"Hey, we're still on a plane—can't you behave?" said Pra Walton with an exasperated sigh, setting down the fashion magazine in her hands. Her voice carried clear irritation as she looked over at the pair beside her.
"But the skies are so… inspiring," Jiang Hai grinned, reaching out with one long arm to pull Pra Walton into his lap. His hand slid effortlessly to her waist, slipping beneath her shirt.
After a brief struggle, Pra gave up trying to escape. Jiang Hai's fingers crept along the outside of her pants, feeling the already damp fabric. He smiled knowingly. Pra, on the other hand, showed no embarrassment. She simply resumed flipping through her magazine, unbothered.
"I'm not going with you," she muttered, eyes fixed on the pages. "If you're so desperate, we'll talk after we get off the plane."
Jiang Hai couldn't help but chuckle. This woman really was something.
"Sister Pra's always been afraid of heights," Cheryl whispered into Jiang Hai's ear with a soft giggle. "She won't even unbuckle her seatbelt in the air. I've known her for years—it's her thing."
Ironically, Cheryl had been the one who suggested trying "aerial intimacy." The idea came after they'd watched a cheeky flight attendant-themed movie at Jiang Hai's house. At the time, it seemed exciting—and today, they finally acted on it.
The experience, while cramped in the airplane's tiny lavatory, had a unique thrill to it. There was barely space to move, much less undress, so pants were simply pushed aside. Despite the discomfort, it brought a different kind of passion. Naturally, this all took place in a private jet with no strangers aboard.
From Boston to San Antonio, they visited the bathroom three times. Their enthusiasm was obvious.
Pra Walton had spent most of the flight pretending to read, but the magazine in her lap remained on the same page for hours. Clearly, she wasn't as unaffected as she let on. She threw a teasing glare at Jiang Hai and Cheryl, scrunching her nose at them. Once they landed, she would make Jiang Hai pay. Though maybe not him—his stamina was intimidating—but Cheryl? Oh, Cheryl would surely pay for siding with the enemy.
As the three of them flirted and bantered, the plane began its descent toward San Antonio Airport.
It was April 3rd. There were still three days before the Texas National Beef Show officially began, but the venue and facilities had already been set up.
Upon receiving confirmation, Pra had arranged a private jet through Sam's Club to transport Jiang Hai and his prized cattle to Texas. It wasn't just any jet, either—it was a massive Airbus A380, retrofitted into two sections: a cargo hold and a luxury passenger cabin.
The cabin featured only ten seats, each one more luxurious than first-class. The seats reclined 180 degrees into full beds, were extra wide, and could shift in every direction. The décor was lavish—so much so that Jiang Hai was seriously considering buying one for himself. Flying back to China on a plane like this would be a dream... assuming he made enough from this event to justify the cost.
Even the so-called cargo hold was comfortable—akin to a premium first-class area.
This trip wasn't about expanding sales. Jiang Hai came to make a name for himself, so he had learned from past mistakes. Instead of bringing a dozen cows, he brought just three—his finest, raised meticulously over the last few months.
These cows, carryovers from last year, were big, healthy, and surprisingly perceptive. Not "spiritually intelligent" in the mystical sense, but clever and aware.
To care for them, Jiang Hai brought three skilled cowboys: Robbins Garcia, Burke Dahler, and Bell Lester. Originally, Philemon Turner was going to come, but someone had to stay behind to handle security at the manor. Instead, Bell Lester came along with Connorson Peters, a professional bodyguard. Asona Vizhiborio stayed behind to guard the estate.
The four men remained in the cargo hold, while Jiang Hai, Cheryl, and Pra had the cabin all to themselves—a freedom they took full advantage of.
As the plane touched down, it shuddered slightly from the impact. Garcia and the others, having anticipated the jolt, immediately tended to the nervous cattle. Thankfully, cows are intelligent animals, and the handlers were quick to calm them.
Once grounded, airport staff had already prepared transportation. A truck for the cattle waited by the runway, and Jiang Hai's team departed via the cargo channel in a separate car arranged by Pra Walton.
Their destination was the event venue. While they could have stayed in a five-star hotel, Jiang Hai preferred being near his cows. Cheryl and Pra preferred being near Jiang Hai—so they all stayed together. Why waste such a good opportunity for quality time?
After checking in at the venue and showing their registration paperwork, the organizers assigned grazing space and an exhibition hall. Their hotel, provided by the event organizers, was a comfortable four-star place. Jiang Hai had paid extra for a prime location in the exhibition hall and a suite to stay in.
Upon entering the suite, Pra wasted no time. She threw Jiang Hai onto the bed—and what followed needed no further explanation. Though they arrived in the afternoon, it was already evening when the trio emerged.
Jiang Hai wanted to grab dinner, but Garcia and the others opted to stay behind and look after the cattle. These animals were their top priority with the show approaching.
So only four people went out: Jiang Hai, Cheryl Lee, Pra Walton, and bodyguard Connorson Peters.
Renting an SUV, Jiang Hai drove them toward the famous San Antonio Riverwalk.
Now, for many in China, there's a misconception about San Antonio, largely due to NBA coverage. The media often describes it as a "small city," with a small market and no economic strength. But in reality, that's far from the truth.
San Antonio is one of the largest cities in the United States. Texas, second only to Alaska in size, boasts Houston as its largest city—fourth in the nation. San Antonio ranks second in Texas and seventh in the entire country. Only New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Houston, Phoenix, and Philadelphia surpass or rival it.
Boston? If we're talking metro areas, Boston wins. But in terms of city limits, San Antonio is much bigger.
The city has deep historical roots. Originally an Indigenous settlement, Spanish explorers arrived in 1691, turning it into the largest Spanish colony in Texas by the mid-1700s. In the 1800s, it became a key site in the Texas-Mexico conflict, especially during the Battle of the Alamo. Later, the U.S. annexed Texas after the Mexican-American War, and the city became a livestock hub.
Despite its rich history, San Antonio's tourist attractions are relatively few. Two things stand out: the architectural diversity, thanks to Spanish and Mexican influence, and the San Antonio River. The Riverwalk, nestled in a sunken greenbelt beneath the city streets, is world-famous. It's lined with restaurants, coffee shops, hotels, souvenir stores, theaters, and museums—all invisible from street level. The hidden, tree-shaded design adds an element of wonder and charm.
Aside from that, the city focuses on cultural events: the Texas Folk Festival, beef shows, and rodeo competitions.
Each February, San Antonio hosts the Livestock Show and Rodeo, which lasts three weeks. But this time, Jiang Hai was here for the statewide Texas National Beef Show, held in a different location. This event is more prestigious, featuring both cattle and cowboy competitions.
The cattle judging starts on day one and narrows down to the best of the best by day seven. Unlike in New York, where public votes and ribbons were used, this show relies on a panel of experts who score the cattle directly in the exhibition halls.
Jiang Hai's team wasn't focused on the cowboy competition. Garcia and Dahler had already earned their glory in younger years. As for Bell Lester? Let's just say he wasn't quite ready for the elite competition level here—cowboys in Texas and Montana live for this.
So the beef show was their goal.
With that still a few days away, Jiang Hai took his companions—well, two companions and one lightbulb, Connorson—into the heart of San Antonio.
They headed straight for the Riverwalk and chose a restaurant with great reviews: Kirby's, known for its American-style cuisine. Though "American" really meant "steak and more steak."
The group had just started eating when a group of strangers walked in, chatting and laughing...