"Whаt аm I hеsitаting аbоut?! I'm just thinking about hоw tо сursе уou out! Hоw tо knock sоme sensе intо уоur hеаd!"
Fu Mingyu lаughed. "Really? Usually уоu're quitе goоd аt сursing, whу hesitаtе nоw?"
"I sаid I'm nоt hesitаting! Can't I run out оf wоrds?!"
Fu Mingуu's eyes tоld Ruan Sixiаn he clеаrlу didn't bеliеvе hеr.
Ruan Sixiаn's аnger wаs соmplеtelу ignitеd. She grabbеd hеr bag аnd started hitting Fu Mingуu with it, kicking him at the sаmе timе.
"What аre you sо nаrсissistic аbоut? Whо dо уоu think yоu аre thаt evеryonе has fееlings fоr yоu! Му hеart only rаces when I see а dog, do yоu understand?!"
Fu Мingyu bасked аway two steps, looking disheveled from her beating, and pushed her away, saying, "Alright! I get it!"
Ruan Sixian still wasn't satisfied and kicked Fu Mingyu in the shin.
"If you get it, then get lost!"
Just as dawn was breaking, Ruan Sixian kicked her leg and suddenly opened her eyes.
Lying flat on her back, she stared at the ceiling, her chest still heaving violently.
Exactly!
Why didn't she just hit him directly last night!
Since he wouldn't believe anything she said anyway, stubbornly living in his own world, she should have just used actions to tell him.
Instead of last night, after Fu Mingyu asked, she just flatly denied it—just like in the dream—which had no impact on someone like Fu Mingyu!
He definitely didn't believe her denial at the time. Otherwise, why would he have let go of her hand without saying anything, told her to rest early, then turned and walked away, not giving her any chance to continue denying it?
Hateful that her brilliant mind froze at such a moment. She lay in bed all night thinking about how to curse back, but there was no time machine to take her back to that moment. No matter how much she thought, it was useless.
Ruan Sixian suddenly sat up, glanced angrily upstairs, wondering if it would still be useful to go beat him up now.
She picked up her phone and looked at the time—only five o'clock, still early. Ruan Sixian lay back down to sleep.
But as soon as she closed her eyes, the scene from last night reappeared in her mind.
No, the more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She wondered if there was any way to remedy the situation.
Ruan Sixian sat up again with a sudden jolt, grabbing her phone to scroll through her contacts.
Si Xiaozhen was on night shift last night and hadn't gotten off work yet at this hour, so she couldn't call her.
Then Bian Xuan it was. She runs a bar and often works until morning before going back to sleep.
She dialed the number, but no one answered until the call ended.
Ruan Sixian called a second time, a third time... until the fifth time, when the phone finally connected.
But Bian Xuan's irritated voice came through on the other end.
"Sis!! What time is it! What time is it now! If you don't tell me this is an emergency, we're cutting ties forever!"
After being yelled at by Bian Xuan, Ruan Sixian felt guilty and her confidence faded. Covering the phone, she whispered, "You're already asleep?"
"Obviously! I drank too much last night!"
"Oh..."
"What is it! Hurry up and say it!"
Ruan Sixian: "Oh... it's just last night, that dog man Fu Mingyu pissed me off so much, he—"
"Why is it him again!"
Bian Xuan interrupted Ruan Sixian. "You're disturbing my sweet dreams early in the morning over a man like him? What if I brought a handsome guy home last night? How could you do this to me!"
Ruan Sixian had just woken up, her mind still foggy, but she was completely awake now.
"Sigh, just talk with me for a bit. I'm so angry I could die."
A rustling sound came from the other end of the phone.Bian Xuan sat up, took a deep breath, and forced herself to calm down. "Go on, go on."
"Ugh, it's about last night, Fu Mingyu..."
Ruan Sixian was interrupted again by Bian Xuan halfway through.
"Why is it him again, sis!" Bian Xuan sighed helplessly, kicking the blanket aside. "You've been mentioning him way too often lately. My ears are about to grow calluses from hearing his name."
Ruan Sixian paused. "Have I?"
"Haven't you?" Bian Xuan sat up straight. "Let me tell you, I've never met this guy, but I already know him inside out. Next time, why don't you bring him out for drinks? My treat. We're practically old friends by now."
Ruan Sixian didn't respond, so Bian Xuan continued, "Look at yourself. You hardly ever post on social media, but since you came back a few months ago, almost all your posts are about him."
Ruan Sixian: "Does that count? I was just complaining about him."
Bian Xuan: "But you don't complain about anyone else! Here, let me show you right now."
As she spoke, she actually opened her social media feed. "The one about refusing WeChat was about him, right? And you ended up adding him anyway. The one about the wild dog was about him, and that song was about him too. Oh, the breakfast post wasn't about him, but look—you've only posted four times, and three of them were about him."
Ruan Sixian: "..."
The breakfast post was also meant for him to see.
Bian Xuan: "Here's my suggestion: just quit your job. Spare yourself and spare him. Don't work yourself into a heart attack, okay?"
Ruan Sixian snorted. "I just finished my training flights. How can I quit now?"
Over the phone, Bian Xuan scratched her head in frustration.
All her sleepiness was gone now. What had she done to deserve a friend like this?
"Fine, tell me what happened last night. I'm all ears."
But Ruan Sixian fell silent.
She suddenly felt like she had no ground to stand on.
"Forget it. Go back to sleep."
"..." Bian Xuan held back her anger. "Ruan Sixian, I swear I'm going to cut ties with you one day!"
After hanging up, Ruan Sixian stared at her screen, opened her social media feed, and deleted all the posts she had made over the past few months.
But once she was done, she suddenly regretted it.
Why did it feel like she was guilty?
Was there a way to restore them all at once?-
What they say about misfortunes never coming singly was proven true when Ruan Sixian lay back down to catch up on sleep, only to receive a call from the flight department.
It was only then that Ruan Sixian truly understood how Bian Xuan had felt earlier.
A call at this hour definitely meant trouble, but it was likely due to a sudden flight change requiring a temporary reassignment of co-pilots.
So, despite her exhaustion, Ruan Sixian didn't dare sleep any longer. She got up quickly, answering the call as she headed to the bathroom.
But before she even left her room, the person on the other end told her to go to World Airlines again that afternoon—Zheng You'an wanted to retake a few photos.
Ruan Sixian: "..."
She plopped back down on the bed. "Why? What happened? Was something wrong with the photos?"
The flight department representative said, "Miss Zheng mentioned that the outdoor shots didn't look natural enough, so she wants to retake them. It'll only take the afternoon, not too much time."
Ruan Sixian really didn't want to go, but the flight department added, "Miss Zheng is quite meticulous, so..."
"Can I really do this?" Ruan Sixian looked at the sunlight outside her window. "I don't think I can take good photos. Just replace me."
Of course, replacing her wasn't an option.The Flight Department finally managed to persuade Ruan Sixian after much effort, along with a few complaints.
They were also quite frustrated, feeling that Zheng You’an’s demands were a bit too high. But there was nothing they could do. Considering Zheng You’an was the daughter of the boss of their partner company and Fu Mingyu had personally agreed to let her handle the shoot, they naturally had to do their best to meet her requirements.
Ruan Sixian let out a soft scoff. “Got it. I’m heading out now.”
Fortunately, the temperature wasn’t too high this morning.
Ruan Sixian changed back into her uniform. When she arrived at the entrance of World Airlines, the other pilots who had been called in for reshoots also looked exasperated.
—“Damn, I’m so jealous of Old Zhang. He has a flight today and dodged this bullet.”
—“So damn annoying. Early in the morning, I was just about to go fishing with my girlfriend, and now she’s pissed off too.”
—“Hey, do you think all artists are like this?”
Ruan Sixian thought to herself, yes.
Zheng You’an being so nitpicky was probably influenced by Dong Xian.
She used to be the same way, almost as if she had OCD. If there was the tiniest flaw in a painting—one that no one else could even notice—she would throw it away and start over.
The group dragged their unwilling feet inside.
Luckily, today the makeup artist, also afraid that Zheng You’an might ask her to redo the makeup, put in twelve times the effort and got it right on the first try.
Zheng You’an nodded, glanced at the pilots, and seemed about to say something. In the end, she just opened her mouth and said she would go adjust the equipment first.
However, after a while, Zheng You’an’s assistant came in carrying several cups of cold drinks.
The morning temperature gradually rose, but the sun wasn’t too harsh yet.
After the makeup artist finished styling her hair, Ruan Sixian took the iced coffee Zheng You’an had bought and walked toward the tarmac.
Outside, all kinds of equipment were already set up, and Zheng You’an stood in front of the camera, fiddling with something.
There was another person standing beside her.
Ruan Sixian squinted and looked—it was Fu Mingyu.
He seemed quite free today.
Ruan Sixian walked toward them.
But her destination wasn’t Fu Mingyu.
She passed by them, tossed the coffee into the trash can, and as she turned, she saw Fu Mingyu looking at her.
“You’re here?”
His tone made it sound as if they were very familiar.
Even though they had just had a disagreement last night.
Ruan Sixian gave him a strange look, then turned and walked toward the reflector.
But before she could take two steps, she heard Zheng You’an behind her say, “See, these few shots aren’t very good.”
Who could look good in 38-degree heat, sis?
That aside, she actually heard Fu Mingyu say, “They really aren’t great.”
Ruan Sixian: “...”
She instinctively touched her face.
Not good-looking? Yesterday, after finishing her makeup, she stood in front of the mirror for a long time. She clearly looked great!
Lost in thought over this question, Ruan Sixian didn’t look back at all and didn’t notice Zheng You’an’s expression change slightly when she heard Fu Mingyu’s comment.
Zheng You’an turned off the LCD screen and looked up. “Let’s begin.”
Ruan Sixian took her position from yesterday.
Every time she looked toward the camera, Fu Mingyu stood beside Zheng You’an, his gaze fixed on her from a distance.
Fu Mingyu really did think the previous shots weren’t great—not at all as good as Ruan Sixian usually looked. They weren’t even as good as a few random candid shots.
Like now, standing under the plane in her uniform, her flight cap tucked under her arm, glancing sideways—just that one look was far better than the stiff smile in the photos.As if sensing his prolonged gaze fixed on her, Ruan Sixian turned her head, glared at him, then turned away with evident displeasure.
Fu Mingyu lowered his head and chuckled softly.
"What are you laughing at?" Zheng You'an suddenly asked. "Is something wrong?"
"Nothing," Fu Mingyu replied, turning to look at her, the smile still lingering at the corners of his mouth. "You go ahead and take the photos. I'll just watch."
Zheng You'an nodded in agreement.
When Ruan Sixian glanced back, she saw Fu Mingyu smiling as he spoke to Zheng You'an.
Still smiling, and so naturally at that. It’s easy for you—you’re not the one standing under the scorching sun!
Ruan Sixian grew increasingly uncomfortable, her forced smile stiff and unnatural.
Zheng You'an peeked from behind the camera and said, "Maybe try relaxing your facial muscles first. Your smile looks too forced right now."
Ruan Sixian genuinely tried to relax, but it was no use at all.
She suddenly glanced at Fu Mingyu.
He was smiling quite naturally, wasn’t he?
"If you make him leave, I’ll smile naturally."
"..."
Zheng You'an was momentarily speechless, hesitantly turning to look at Fu Mingyu. "Is she talking about you?"
Fu Mingyu didn’t answer her question. Instead, he glanced at Ruan Sixian before turning and walking away.
Only then did the nearby pilots whisper, "I felt completely stiff too with President Fu watching."
"But I wouldn’t dare say that."
Their admiration was plain to see.
On the other side of the camera, Zheng You'an gave Ruan Sixian a few more thoughtful looks.
After a moment of contemplation, she said nothing.
By the time the shoot ended, it was already noon.
Ruan Sixian didn’t join the other pilots for lunch in the cafeteria, opting to eat at home instead.
Fu Mingyu’s car was parked right at the entrance of World Airlines.
Spotting it from a distance, Ruan Sixian paused briefly, then decided to take a detour around it.
She really didn’t want to see Fu Mingyu right now.
But there was only one exit, and she hadn’t walked far before the car began to follow her.
Fu Mingyu rolled down the window, letting a wave of cool air escape.
"Have you eaten?"
Ruan Sixian ignored him and kept walking.
The car continued to follow.
With no other choice, Ruan Sixian stopped. "Why are you following me?"
Fu Mingyu’s expression remained unchanged as he got out of the car, walked to the passenger side, and opened the door.
"Get in. I’ll give you a ride."
"Don’t you have anything better to do?"
Fu Mingyu glanced at his wristwatch. "Not exactly, so hurry up and get in."
"No."
Ruan Sixian ignored him again and continued walking.
Fu Mingyu followed at a leisurely pace, saying from behind her, "It’s so hot out. Are you really planning to walk all the way back?"
"I can take a taxi."
"It’s rush hour."
"Then I’ll wait."
"What are you being so stubborn about?" Fu Mingyu asked. "If Yan An can give you a ride, why can’t I?"
Ruan Sixian: "..."
His angle was so tricky she didn’t know how to respond.
"Are you in a bad mood today?"
Ruan Sixian turned around, standing three steps away from him.
"Yes, so if you know I’m in a bad mood, don’t provoke me."
"Did I provoke you? I haven’t even spoken to you today."
Ruan Sixian took a deep breath. "Just breathing while standing there makes me angry."
With that, she started walking again.
But she could still feel Fu Mingyu following her.
Ruan Sixian turned around and said, "What are you doing now? I already told you last night—I have no feelings for you."
Fu Mingyu nodded. "I know."
If you know, why are you still bothering me!
Before Ruan Sixian could speak, Fu Mingyu added, "Then why are you angry with me today?"Right.
What am I even mad at him for?
Ruan Sixian froze for a moment, then looked up to see the faint glimmer of amusement in Fu Mingyu's eyes and suddenly realized.
This jerk is messing with me!
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