Тhе рlаnе lаnded in Mаdrid аt twо о'сlock in the mоrning thе next dаy.
During this time, Не Lаnхiаng hаd sent Fu Mingуu several messages.
"Whеn will уou аrrive?"
"Ноw's thе wеathеr thеrе?"
"I'm nоt surе if Eurоpe is a bit сhаotiс right now, so be сareful аnd bring bodyguаrds whеn nесеssаrу."
As Fu Mingуu hаd eхреctеd, the rаmbling сonversаtiоn evеntually turned tо the girl sitting beside him.
"Is Zhеng Yоu'аn doing оkay on thе jоurnеy?"
"Неr раrеnts hаve аrrаnged fоr somеone tо piсk hеr uр, so dоn't wоrrу tоo much. Onсe you get off thе plane, rеst well—yоu've bееn toо tired lately."
When Fu Mingyu saw this message, he replied briefly.
"Arrived."
"I don't have that much free time to worry about others."
Bringing Zheng You'an along had been agreed upon by He Lanxiang, and Fu Mingyu had no objections.
But this didn't mean he had any other intentions—his mother's worries were unnecessary.
Regarding Zheng You'an, the Fu family had a slight disagreement.
Last year, on He Lanxiang's birthday, Dong Xian brought Zheng You'an to the celebration. That was the first time Fu Mingyu and Zheng You'an met.
Unlike other young ladies, Zheng You'an didn't seem to enjoy such occasions much. She was a bit shy in social situations, and when Dong Xian brought her over to greet Fu Mingyu, she seemed somewhat timid, speaking softly. Fu Mingyu watched her, nodding and smiling repeatedly.
In truth, he hadn't quite caught what she was saying several times.
This scene, however, caught the eyes of Fu Chengzhou and Zheng Huajing, who were standing nearby. Both fathers thought the two looked quite well-matched.
From then on, they had the idea of bringing them together.
Naturally, Fu Chengzhou shared this thought with He Lanxiang. At the time, He Lanxiang put on a dignified and understanding smile, saying Fu Chengzhou's idea was a good one.
The two families' children were of suitable age, a talented man and a beautiful woman—if they could be paired up, it would greatly benefit both families' companies.
However, He Lanxiang was ten thousand times unwilling in her heart.
She had nothing against Zheng You'an; in fact, she even liked the girl a little. But—to become in-laws with Dong Xian?!
She'd rather her son never marry!
No, that was a bit too harsh.
But whenever she thought about it—if Fu Mingyu and Zheng You'an really got together, the number of times she'd have to meet Dong Xian in the future would increase exponentially. The thought of such a future life was simply suffocating.
Fortunately, Zheng You'an had been studying abroad all along, and Fu Mingyu was busy, so there weren't many opportunities to bring them together. Over the past year or so, they had only met twice.
But now Zheng You'an had graduated and returned to the country, growing more and more beautiful, with a pair of sweet dimples when she smiled—what man could resist that?
Thinking of this, He Lanxiang began to envision her future life: attending the wedding with Dong Xian, giving speeches together on stage, celebrating their grandchildren's full-month banquets and first birthdays together, and even gathering as two families every New Year, all while pretending to be deeply affectionate in-laws.
Life would truly be too difficult.
What had she done wrong to deserve becoming in-laws with Dong Xian?!
If heaven would arrange a true destined woman to capture Fu Mingyu's heart at this moment, she would willingly go vegetarian for a year as a token of gratitude.
At this moment, the plane was taxiing, gradually slowing down.
Fu Mingyu glanced sideways at the woman in the seat next to him.
Half an hour before landing, she had already started bustling about.She somehow produced a small bag out of nowhere, pulling out a bunch of bottles and jars. She patted her face for a while, then curled up to apply something to her feet, and finally smeared something on her neck.
Tilting her head back, her neck was so pale it was dazzling.
Fu Mingyu caught a glimpse of this and suddenly remembered that Ruan Sixian’s neck was also long and straight, like a swan’s, always held high.
Today was the first time he had seen her looking dejected.
Fu Mingyu’s thoughts drifted, finding it both amusing and irritating, completely unaware that his eyes were overflowing with undisguised amusement.
The smile spread, softening his entire demeanor.
Fu Mingyu looked at his phone. The message he had sent over ten hours ago still hadn’t been replied to by Ruan Sixian, yet he didn’t feel angry. Instead, he sent another one.
Fu Mingyu : Why aren’t you replying?-
Ruan Sixian received this message just as she arrived home.
Due to the heavy rain, the flight had been delayed, and it took over ten hours to return. She had only just gotten home.
She had also brought Ni Tong back with her.
Speaking of this, Ruan Sixian was also a bit speechless.
Recently, the weather had been hot, and she had been indulging in cold drinks for several days in a row. The consequences came today. During the return flight, Ni Tong’s period suddenly arrived. At first, her lower abdomen only ached faintly, but later it felt as if an electric drill were churning inside.
But she didn’t say anything, gritting her teeth and enduring the pain until the flight ended. Finally, when they disembarked, she couldn’t hold on any longer, squatting in a corner, unable to stand up.
In the middle of the night, she didn’t want to trouble anyone else and said she was going to her best friend’s place at Mingchen Apartments.
As it happened, Ruan Sixian lived there, so she ended up taking Ni Tong over.
But when they knocked on the door, no one answered. After calling, they found out her friend had gone back to her hometown.
Ni Tong’s face had turned ashen, and she couldn’t even speak while squatting on the ground. Ruan Sixian had no choice but to take her to her own place to rest.
At first, Ni Tong was reluctant, mumbling that she wanted to go home.
Ruan Sixian knew she was still embarrassed about their awkward first meeting and didn’t want to stay at her place, so she didn’t insist. Instead, she said, “Then go home by yourself.”
Ni Tong immediately tried to leave, leaning against the wall as she stood up and inched her way toward the elevator.
Ruan Sixian watched her back and said, “Your skirt is dirty.”
“Huh? Where? How much? Is it obvious?”
Ruan Sixian used her thumb and forefinger to form a circle the size of an egg. “About this big.”
Ni Tong couldn’t see her own backside. After hesitating for two seconds between going to Ruan Sixian’s place or going home with bloodstains on her pants, she said, “Then I’ll go to your place to wash my skirt.”
That’s what she said, but as soon as Ni Tong arrived at her home, she collapsed onto the bed, unable to get up. Rolling around, she kept saying she would never drink cold water again.
Ruan Sixian ignored her and went to the kitchen to boil ginger and brown sugar. It was only then that she had time to take out her phone and check it.
The timing of opening her phone was coincidental—just as Fu Mingyu’s message popped up.
Why aren’t you replying?
Ruan Sixian felt there was nothing to reply to because his previous message was, “She’s not my girlfriend.”
It was in response to what she had said: “President Fu, it’s not appropriate for you to bring your girlfriend out and then come to care about me, is it?”
When Ruan Sixian saw that message, she thought, what does that have to do with me?
And it made it seem as if Fu Mingyu was explaining himself to her.
If she replied with “Oh, I see,” wouldn’t that be even stranger?
So Ruan Sixian simply didn’t reply.But who would have thought that more than ten hours later, he would actually come asking why she hadn’t replied.
As if he absolutely had to get an answer from her.
Ruan Sixian casually typed a few words to brush him off.
[Ruan Sixian]: Oh, I was playing Candy Crush and didn’t see it.
Surely that’s enough, right, boss? No problem now, right?
Yet the moment the message was sent, Fu Mingyu actually replied instantly.
Fu Mingyu : Not replying to messages is very impolite.
Ruan Sixian: “…?”
Whether intentional or not, Ruan Sixian had already cursed at Fu Mingyu many times, venting all sorts of colorful language. How could he think she would be polite to him?
[Ruan Sixian]: Is this your first day knowing me? Do I even have something like manners?
Fu Mingyu : Ruan Sixian, know when to stop. I don’t have that much patience for you to waste.
Ruan Sixian: “…???”
Talking to this person is so exhausting! Who exactly is wasting whose patience?!
Just then, the water beside her boiled. Ruan Sixian hurriedly poured the brown sugar in and, too impatient to type, held down the voice button and said, “President Fu, are you very free right now? Aren’t you tired? Don’t you have work to do? Meetings to attend? Don’t you need to rest after flying for over ten hours?”
Can’t you just calm down???
As she sent the message, Ruan Sixian heard movement behind her. Turning around, she saw Ni Tong leaning against the doorframe, her face pale but her eyes bright and alert.
“Um… I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I just came out to use the bathroom.”
Ruan Sixian ignored her and turned back to stir the brown sugar water in the pot.
Ni Tong walked weakly toward the bathroom. As she passed Ruan Sixian, she hesitated for a moment and whispered, “You can’t talk to him like that.”
Ruan Sixian: “What?”
Ni Tong added, “Asking like that can easily backfire. You need to know how to use the right approach.”
After saying this, she weakly walked into the bathroom.
At the same time, Fu Mingyu replied.
Fu Mingyu : Since you know I’m busy, just calm down. I’ll be back next Saturday.
Ruan Sixian: ???
You’re coming back, so what? Are you telling me this because you want me to roll out a red carpet and bring a megaphone to welcome you?
Is World Airlines’ bureaucratic culture this heavy?
She turned off the stove and seriously tried to understand his nonsense from Fu Mingyu’s perspective.
Two minutes later, she gave up.
But she did figure out what Ni Tong meant by her earlier words.
Yesterday, Ni Tong had asked if she was pursuing President Fu, so Ni Tong must have thought she was pestering Fu Mingyu to chat?
To confirm her suspicion, when Ni Tong came out, Ruan Sixian asked, “What did you mean by what you just said?”
Ni Tong’s stomach was still bothering her, but to thank Ruan Sixian for her kindness today, she didn’t mind giving her some advice.
“You can’t show concern for someone like that. You have to take it step by step. Asking so many questions at once will annoy him.”
Ruan Sixian: “………………”
“What concern? Am I concerned about whether his coffin should be sliding or touchscreen?”
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