Еvеr sinсе lеаrning that Ruan Siхiаn wаs thе flight аttendant who hаd brоught him coffеe threе timеs аll thоsе уears аgo, Fu Mingyu had also figurеd оut wherе her оссаsionаl hоstilitу tоwаrd him cаme from.
But sinсе she hеld a grudge agаinst him, why did she rеturn to World Аirlinеs?
Аftеr аll, Yаn Аn liked her, аnd hе cоuld аffоrd whatеver sаlаry she wаntеd. Why сouldn’t the two оf them fly togеthеr аt Northеrn Airlines?
So hе bеliеved thаt Ruаn Siхiаn еithеr cаmе baсk to рrove sоmething tо him оut оf sheеr stubbоrnnеss, оr simply to аnnoy him.
From this persрective, whаt he had just sаid was fаirlу objеctive.
But even a book of nearly a hundred thousand words could be interpreted in a thousand different ways by its readers, let alone Fu Mingyu’s overly concise phrasing, which left endless room for interpretation.
Ruan Sixian was about to explode with anger at the meaning she had interpreted.
For him?!
Big?!
Face?!
"Is your nose a slide or your eyes a swimming pool? Are your eyelashes a swing or your abs a dance floor? Do you really think you’re so good-looking that one glance at you makes people want to love their country and protect the planet? And you think it’s for you? If you’re so amazing, why are you a CEO? Why don’t you just ascend to heaven!"
Ruan Sixian finished her tirade in one breath without pausing, giving Fu Mingyu no chance to speak before turning and walking into the stairwell.
She didn’t even want to wait for the elevator. Right now, she didn’t want to spend another moment with Fu Mingyu.
As for Fu Mingyu, he was also furious.
Seeing Ruan Sixian take the stairs, he even found it amusing.
Did she really dislike him that much?
When Yan An’s ex-girlfriend nearly tore the roof off her house, she could still laugh and chat with Yan An.
But just because he had misunderstood her once, she held a grudge until now?
And she kept telling Yan An she wasn’t a petty person?
So she saved her magnanimity for others and her pettiness for him?
Fu Mingyu was so angry he turned and left.
He felt like he was insane to leave his spacious villa and come to this cramped place less than three hundred square meters—
Ruan Sixian climbed over a dozen floors, worked up a sweat, and rushed straight into the bathroom to shower.
Hot water poured over her head, bringing a wave of relief.
She dried her hair, carefully applied lotion, and lay down on her bed smelling sweet, but she couldn’t sleep.
Every time she closed her eyes, she remembered Fu Mingyu’s face, looming before her. "For me?"
Who gave him that confidence?!
Did he grow up eating rainbow farts and ruin his brain?!
Who’s doing it for you?
Who’s doing it for you!
Ruan Sixian tossed and turned, then simply picked up her phone and stirred up the group chat.
Ruan Sixian : @Bian Xuan! @Si Xiaozhen! Come out!!!
[Bian Xuan]: Is there gossip? I’m here, I’m here!
Ruan Sixian : It’s not gossip, it’s a rant about that idiot Fu Mingyu!
With everyone present, Ruan Sixian felt typing wasn’t satisfying enough, so she sent four one-minute voice messages.
[Bian Xuan]: Too long, not listening, bye. Going to attend to customers.
A few minutes later, Si Xiaozhen, who had obediently listened, didn’t know what to say and sent an exasperated emoji.
So Ruan Sixian began her one-sided rant.
Bian Xuan, after attending to customers, saw so many messages in the group, almost all from Ruan Sixian alone, and couldn’t resist her curiosity. She listened to them all.
[Bian Xuan]: Listening to you talk about him, I’m really curious about this person. I regret not taking a closer look at him back in London that year. Does anyone have a photo? Let me see. Ruan Sixian : No, why would I have his photo in my phone? Waiting for it to crash?
Si Xiaozhen : I know where to find one! Wait a moment!
Soon after, Si Xiaozhen dropped a picture into the group chat.
It was from a domestic aviation magazine's February issue this year, focusing on international treaties about aviation environmental protection. As the representative of World Airlines signing the treaty, Fu Mingyu was naturally one of the featured interviewees in this issue.
Inside, there was a photo of him signing the treaty.
Behind him was a huge backdrop, simply indicating the theme. Fu Mingyu stood in the center, shaking hands with several Caucasians.
Because cameras were around, he wore an appropriate smile, softening his sharp demeanor and highlighting a touch of gentleness.
[Bian Xuan]: To be honest, after seeing this photo, I think he has the right to be narcissistic.
[Bian Xuan]: This is an unedited, raw photo!
[Bian Xuan]: End of speech.
Ruan Sixian : Leaving the group.
Although she didn’t actually leave the group, Ruan Sixian stopped participating in the chat.
She opened that photo and stared at it for several minutes.
Were these two really that impressed?
Anyone unaware might think Fu Mingyu had made the cover of Gentlemen’s Quarterly.
Thinking this, Ruan Sixian angrily opened her music app and shared a song to her Moments.
She hoped that when he heard this song tomorrow, he’d gain some self-awareness.
Yet a night passed.
When Ruan Sixian woke up and opened WeChat, she saw over a hundred likes and dozens of comments on her Moments post.
She scrolled through them one by one but found no activity from Fu Mingyu.
Suddenly feeling like she’d punched cotton, Ruan Sixian buried herself under the covers for a while before getting up.
—
Fu Mingyu had never been fond of browsing Moments.
Besides, last night on his way back to Huguang Residence, he received a company call and immediately returned to handle matters, coordinating with the European operations department. He was busy until noon today before finally having some free time.
With someone else taking over the remaining tasks, Fu Mingyu went home to catch up on sleep.
He woke up at seven in the evening.
Looking out from his room’s floor-to-ceiling window, the reflection of the sunset rippled in the center of the lake, faint and hazy, suddenly scattered by the wind, spreading in widening circles.
Fu Mingyu picked up his phone and checked today’s real-time flight monitoring.
Scanning line by line, his gaze suddenly fixed on a row of data in the middle.
World Airlines Flight 1569, aircraft model ACJ31, delayed and returned due to weather conditions, still not yet departed.
Remembering that Ruan Sixian was on this flight, Fu Mingyu curled his lips in satisfaction.
Putting down his phone, he went to take a shower. When he returned, there was a missed call from Zhu Dong.
Fu Mingyu called back.
“What’s up?”
“It’s Zheng Shan’s birthday tonight, have you forgotten?”
Fu Mingyu checked his calendar and realized he really had.
Zhu Dong: “You’re something else. Bai Yang sent the gift over this morning, and I thought you remembered. Turns out only your secretary did?”
Fu Mingyu: “Alright, I’m on my way.”
Since it was a birthday party for his friend’s girlfriend, Fu Mingyu casually changed clothes and headed out.
The birthday party was at a private club in the southern suburbs, and Fu Mingyu was indeed the last to arrive.
As Zhu Dong’s girlfriend, Zheng Shan didn’t dare say anything about it.
His presence alone was already a great honor for her.
Most of the people present today were familiar faces, all invited by Zhu Dong to celebrate Zheng Shan’s birthday.Fu Mingyu took his seat, directly opposite Yan An.
At the sight of him, last night’s events naturally resurfaced, causing Fu Mingyu’s gaze to darken once more.
Yan An had already removed his jacket, loosened a few buttons, and his face and neck were flushed red.
It seemed he had already had quite a bit to drink, whispering something to the person beside him.
Fu Mingyu’s side was relatively quiet. To his right sat Zhu Dong, and to his left sat an unfamiliar woman.
Since Fu Mingyu had taken his seat, he hadn’t spoken a word. Everyone could tell he wasn’t in high spirits, and aside from close acquaintances like Zhu Dong, no one dared to strike up a conversation with him.
After several rounds of drinks, the table’s chatter seemed endless, ceaseless.
Fu Mingyu was even beginning to feel annoyed, wanting to leave early.
Just as he was thinking of finding the right moment to speak up, someone suddenly gestured toward Yan An with a lift of the chin.
“President Yan, what about that female pilot you mentioned last time? It’s been so long—have you won her over yet?”
Fu Mingyu glanced at Yan An, then picked up the wine glass in front of him, bringing it to his lips for just a small sip.
“It’s over, it’s over!”
Yan An hadn’t actually drunk that much, but a heartbroken man could turn three parts tipsiness into seven. At this moment, he had no reservations and poured out his frustrations. “It’s all because of that damn Chang Xiaoyi. He barged into her home the morning before yesterday and caused a scene, pissing her off. Last night, she told me it’s over.”
“Just like that, she broke it off with you?”
“Of course. Last night, she made sure I understood exactly why.”
Fu Mingyu set down his glass and picked up a napkin to wipe away the nonexistent wine stain at the corner of his mouth.
Though it wasn’t polite to think so, Fu Mingyu knew he was feeling somewhat pleased at this moment.
The pent-up frustration that had weighed on his chest all day dissipated completely in that instant.
If he didn’t conceal his smile and let others notice, he might be accused of taking pleasure in someone else’s misfortune.
The conversation on the other side continued.
“Are you really just going to let it go? With women, you often have to coax them. If she says it’s over, and you just accept it, what kind of pursuit is that? Aren’t you going to try again?”
“Originally, when I went home yesterday, I was thinking I’d wait for her anger to subside and then try to win her back.”
Yan An paused here, and the entire table’s attention was on him, waiting for him to continue.
Naturally, this included Fu Mingyu.
Though he was leisurely savoring his wine, his interest was less obvious.
Yan An felt somewhat awkward, not wanting to say this in front of so many people.
But everyone was looking at him, and with the alcohol taking effect, he no longer cared.
“Last night, she shared a song on her social media. I clicked to listen and felt like she was insulting me. Forget it, really, forget it. If she looks down on me so much, why should I humiliate myself further?”
When someone asked him what song it was, he naturally refused to say.
Meanwhile, Fu Mingyu discreetly took out his phone, opened Ruan Sixian’s social media feed, and sure enough, saw that she had shared a song last night titled “GQ.”
After the gathering ended, the night had grown deep.
Fu Mingyu had drunk some wine, and drowsiness washed over him once more.
He closed his eyes to rest, rolling down the window slightly to let the night breeze in and clear his head.
Suddenly remembering something, Fu Mingyu took out his phone again, opened Ruan Sixian’s social media feed, and played the song.
Two seconds later, an exceptionally… distinctive voice began to play in the car.
The car was quiet, so the music sounded especially clear to Fu Mingyu.
—Every word was crystal clear.
“Stop wasting my time.”"Even on a cover of GQ (even if you make it onto the cover of GQ)
I ain't ever going home with you (I'm not going home with you)
I'm kinda different to the girl next door (I'm not like those naive girls next door)
I'm looking for something more (I want something more meaningful)
You're barking up the wrong tree (you're really barking up the wrong tree)"
The singing abruptly stopped.
The driver glanced in the rearview mirror at Fu Mingyu's unusual expression and didn't dare say a word.
Fu Mingyu held his phone, his face dark as he stared out the window.
It wasn't that he was overthinking it—he strongly suspected whether Ruan Sixian was cursing Yan An or cursing him.
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