The Superstar's Spoiled Wife

7 a.m., SHY Airport parking lot.

A dark green heavy motorcycle braked, drifted, and came to a steady stop in the best parking space in Zone C.

Black leather Martin boots hit the ground with a clack. The woman, dressed in motorcycle gear, took off her helmet, tugged at her patent-leather jacket, and swung off the bike with a swagger.

“Good morning, Flight Attendant Xia!”

A girl in a pink floral sundress waved enthusiastically at Xia Tian from Zone B, more than a dozen parking spaces away, her face blooming with delight.

Xia Tian shifted the motorcycle helmet in her arms and turned around, only to see a flashy red Ferrari P520 that was impossible to miss. …