Lооk аt this реrsоn, saying "wе'rе еvеn" with his mоuth, but his actions shоw hе still holds a grudgе.
Ruan Sixiаn fеlt thаt shе still соuldn't talk to Fu Мingyu for more than threе sеntenсes, whеthеr in thе рast оr nоw.
Sо fоr thе sakе of both their mеntаl and рhysical hеalth, she сhose tо rеmаin silеnt. Оthеrwisе, she cоuldn't guаrantее shе wouldn't lоse hеr tеmper аnd stаrt cursing in thе heat of thе moment.
Hоwеvеr, while gеtting on the elеvаtоr, she glаnсеd а fеw timеs at thе mеdicinе bag in Fu Мingyu's hand. It wаs semi-trаnsраrent, аnd shе соuld see sevеral boxes of mеdicine inside.
Sо typiсal оf а straight guу—what good is taking medicine for a mark on your face? Topical treatments are the most effective.
"Didn't you use what I gave you?" Ruan Sixian said. "Why don't you trust me? Taking medicine definitely isn't as effective as applying something externally."
Fu Mingyu glanced at her, looking like he really didn't want to talk. After a long pause, he finally uttered three words.
"Stomach medicine."
Oh.
No wonder he seemed a bit off today. It wasn't because she slapped him too hard—it was a stomach issue.
Back at home, Ruan Sixian browsed through a food delivery app. After looking around, she realized she was tired of all the nearby restaurants and didn't have much of an appetite, so she decided to cook for herself.
There wasn't much in the fridge, but there were plenty of dumplings Si Xiaozhen had frozen for her. Ruan Sixian took out a pack, boiled a pot of water, and dropped ten dumplings in.
But just as she was about to put the dumplings back in the fridge, she suddenly remembered the medicine Fu Mingyu had been holding earlier.
Stomach problems—probably caused by irregular eating habits.
By the time she thought of this, she was already considering cooking another bowl of dumplings.
But when she saw the dumplings bobbing smugly in the boiling water, Ruan Sixian suddenly snapped back to reality.
She hadn't even eaten yet—why was she acting like she had nothing better to do? Why worry about whether he had eaten? If he wanted food, all he had to do was make a call, and plenty of people would run errands for him.
In the end, she only cooked one bowl of dumplings.
Fifteen minutes later, the piping-hot dumplings were ready.
She was starving, so she scooped them into a bowl and brought it to the table, only to find there was no vinegar left.
Perfect.
It was only then that she remembered she had used the remaining half bottle of vinegar to clean the drain last week.
Now she had three options: go downstairs and buy some herself, order a delivery, or go upstairs and borrow a bottle of vinegar.
The dumplings were already cooked and steaming. Ruan Sixian weighed the three options and realized only the last one would let her eat before the dumplings got cold.
Hmm, she nodded to herself and sent Fu Mingyu a message.
[Ruan Sixian]: Do you have vinegar at home?
He replied quickly.
[Ruan Sixian]: Ran out of vinegar. Can I borrow some?
Fu Mingyu : Come get it yourself.
Ruan Sixian happily prepared to head out, but as she was changing her shoes, a thought struck her, and she asked another question.
[Ruan Sixian]: Have you eaten yet?
Fu Mingyu : Not yet.
Alright, still feeling a bit guilty about the slap, Ruan Sixian decided to give this bowl of dumplings to Fu Mingyu first.
However, when she stood at Fu Mingyu's doorstep holding the steaming bowl of dumplings, she saw his driver approaching with a food container.
The two of them locked eyes, and Ruan Sixian suddenly understood something.
At the same time, the door clicked open.
The driver stepped forward before Ruan Sixian and handed over the food container. "Mr. Fu, your dinner."
Fu Mingyu took the container and then looked at Ruan Sixian beside him.
His gaze drifted to the bowl of dumplings in her hands before he spoke. "Weren't you here to borrow vinegar?""Yeah, that's right." Ruan Sixian met his gaze calmly. "I'll just pour a little and leave."
Fu Mingyu didn't say anything, letting her in while the driver left on his own.
"The vinegar is in the kitchen. Go find it yourself."
"Okay."
Ruan Sixian walked into Fu Mingyu's kitchen with her bowl, glancing around.
Well, same apartment building, same floor, but the layouts were worlds apart.
She hadn't paid much attention last time she was here, but now she realized Unit 1 on each floor was this spacious—even the kitchen was bigger than her living room.
Hengshi Mining Co., Ltd. indeed.
But despite its size, Fu Mingyu's kitchen was fully equipped yet completely unused. Even the condiments were unopened.
Ruan Sixian checked the expiration date when she found the vinegar.
Good, still valid.
Just then, Fu Mingyu walked into the kitchen to grab a pair of chopsticks. As he passed by her, he said, "Take it. I don't usually use it."
"No need," Ruan Sixian replied. "I'll just pour a little."
With that, she tore off the plastic seal, gripped the cap, and gave it a casual twist.
Huh?
So tight?
She added a bit more force, but it still wouldn't budge.
Can I really not handle a bottle of vinegar?
Ruan Sixian rolled her neck, tightened her grip on the bottle, and exerted more strength. Just as the cap was about to give way—she noticed Fu Mingyu looking at her strangely.
How to describe it? Ruan Sixian felt his face practically screamed, "Is this even a woman?"
Recalling the lingering shadow of her slap still etched on his face, Ruan Sixian unconsciously loosened her grip, pondering how to naturally and effortlessly feign an expression of being unable to open it.
"Can't open it?"
Before she could put on her act, Fu Mingyu saw through it.
Ruan Sixian nodded. "Yeah, it's too tight."
Fu Mingyu tilted his head, looking down at her. "Then punch it open."
Ruan Sixian: "..."
So he really doesn't see me as a woman.
She took a deep breath, reminding herself: This person apologized, and you slapped him. Don't curse at him again.
"President Fu, I am a woman."
Fu Mingyu let out an "oh." "Then use your little pink fist to punch it open."
"..."
Screw holding back.
"My little pink fist will punch your head!"
Ruan Sixian aimed a kick at his calf, but this damn man seemed to anticipate her diversion tactic—talking about hitting while actually moving her leg.
He sidestepped nimbly, simultaneously snatching the vinegar bottle from her hand.
With a light twist, the cap came off.
Ruan Sixian fell silent.
He handed the bottle back, lifting his eyelids slightly, his brows raised. Ruan Sixian felt he was about to expose her pretense of being unable to open it.
She looked up at him, waiting for his smug remark.
"Aren't you supposed to vomit when you drink vinegar? Trying to lose weight today?"
"..."
At that moment, Ruan Sixian realized that her constant urge to hit this man wasn't because of what happened years ago.
It was simply because this man was, in the most straightforward and pure sense—asking for a beating.
So much so that he even appeared in her dreams that night.
She dreamed she was at a seaside.
The sky was blue, the sunlight bright, the sea clear, and the breeze gentle.
She saw Fu Mingyu there too.
She rushed forward and kicked him.
Damn, her foot hurt. That bastard's shell was really hard.
The next morning, Ruan Sixian woke up an hour earlier than usual.Upon hearing about the deeds of the flight instructor He Lanfeng for this training session, she specifically went downstairs for a morning run, hoping to meet this instructor with the best possible demeanor.
There was just one thing: she heard he was Fu Mingyu's uncle, and she hoped Fu Mingyu's personality wasn't a family trait.
Unfortunately, things didn’t go as she wished. Before Ruan Sixian even reached the dispatch department, she ran into a few pilots on the way. Someone mentioned that He Lanfeng would be her instructor today, and they chatted about him for a bit.
They said he was strict—not just ordinarily strict, but exceptionally skilled at interrogating co-pilots from multiple angles.
For example, during one training flight, the co-pilot misread the altimeter and kept climbing even after reaching the designated altitude. He Lanfeng suddenly asked, "Young man, did you bring an oxygen tank?"
The co-pilot stammered, "N-no, why?"
"You didn’t bring an oxygen tank, yet you dare fly into outer space?"
While listening to this story, Ruan Sixian also caught sight of Fu Mingyu’s figure in the distant glass corridor.
Well, it seemed like it was indeed a family trait.
Ruan Sixian gathered her courage, went to complete the flight task form, collected the day’s aviation weather report, and after getting signatures and stamps from the aviation medical office and air traffic control, she headed to the meeting room.
She was the first to arrive. The meeting room was still quiet, and she focused intently on studying the aeronautical charts until the flight attendants arrived and she looked up.
Before she could even greet them, another person entered.
Everyone turned to look. The newcomer was wearing a uniform, tall and straight, with an imposing and dignified appearance, full of vigor. It was immediately clear he was related to Fu Mingyu.
However, even the wrinkles on his face seemed to spell out the word "stern."
Since everyone in the meeting room was female, the atmosphere instantly turned solemn.
As He Lanfeng entered the meeting room, he spotted Ruan Sixian at first glance and noticed her uniform. For a moment, he seemed surprised.
But after a few seconds, as if recalling something, he actually lowered his head and smiled.
Everyone in the room was a bit confused.
Wasn’t it rumored that this instructor was particularly strict? Particularly difficult to deal with? Why did he smile before even saying a word?
No one understood, and no one dared to ask.
He Lanfeng also realized he might have been a bit unprofessional. He coughed into his fist and said, "Alright, let’s begin."
By the end of the entire coordination meeting, Ruan Sixian began to doubt the rumors she had heard.
Wasn’t this instructor quite amiable and easy to talk to?
Throughout the coordination meeting, he didn’t interrupt her and even praised her for studying the aeronautical charts diligently.
"Let’s go, time to head over."
He Lanfeng picked up his water cup to take a sip when someone suddenly appeared outside the door, knocked, and stood there saying, "There’s a change in today’s crew list."
Everyone looked over as the person continued, "Today, President Fu is attending a meeting in Xicheng, but there’s heavy fog there, and flights are grounded. So, he’ll fly to Lincheng first. Your flight timing works out, so he and Secretary Bai will join as additional crew members with locked seats."
He Lanfeng choked on his water, bending over and coughing violently. Ruan Sixian leaned over to pat his back. "Are you alright?"
He Lanfeng shook his head. "I’m fine, just a bit surprised."
Ruan Sixian didn’t understand what was so surprising about this. It was common for flight crew members to travel for work, and joining as additional crew was a regular occurrence.
However, Ruan Sixian recalled that when she checked the passenger list earlier, there was only one vacant seat in the cabin. Would Fu Mingyu and Bai Yang have to squeeze into it together?
The person at the door seemed to notice Ruan Sixian’s confusion and added, "President Fu will join in the cockpit."
Ruan Sixian: "..."Alright, getting the certificate holder's special approval to enter the cockpit was easy for him, because he himself was the certificate holder—
It's just that when Fu Mingyu sat in the back row of the cockpit, Ruan Sixian still felt the atmosphere was strange.
She never expected that one day she would encounter a situation where Fu Mingyu was sitting in the cockpit.
When putting on her headset, she glanced back; the marks on his face had completely disappeared.
And Fu Mingyu's expression was calm; when he caught Ruan Sixian's gaze, there was no change in his expression.
He Lanfeng on the other side kept turning around to look at Fu Mingyu, smiling.
"What brings you to the cockpit?"
Fu Mingyu knew what his uncle was smiling about and didn't mind, saying lightly, "There's heavy fog in Xicheng; flights can't take off."
He didn't offer further explanation—that was the fact. If they could fly normally, who would bother with such roundabout methods? As for whatever else his uncle might think, he couldn't control it.
He Lanfeng was indeed deliberately teasing Fu Mingyu.
He hadn't started formal flight training after completing the aircraft type conversion training, yet Fu Mingyu had proactively mentioned arranging a flight schedule for him.
Usually, such matters wouldn't require Fu Mingyu's personal attention, so He Lanfeng thought that the co-pilot this time was likely a pilot he greatly admired.
However, the moment he saw Ruan Sixian, as a man, he understood—
Fu Mingyu was very quiet in the cockpit, not saying a word, because he had closed his eyes and fallen asleep as soon as he came in.
At this moment, Ruan Sixian was checking the preparation checklist without speaking.
Originally, when she realized He Lanfeng was actually easy to get along with, all her nervousness had dissipated. But ever since Fu Mingyu entered, she found herself feeling somewhat uneasy again.
Well, he was the boss. Who wouldn't feel nervous being watched by their boss while working?
Seeing Ruan Sixian's tightly furrowed brows, He Lanfeng asked with a smile, "Are you particularly afraid of me?"
"Huh?" Ruan Sixian looked up. "No, not at all."
"But you seem quite tense to me."
"Even captains get nervous when the instructor is around."
"I think they must have said bad things about me. But don't worry, I'm very kind to female pilots." He smiled, especially to a different kind of female pilot.
Ruan Sixian nodded. "Mm, thank you."
After saying this, He Lanfeng glanced back at Fu Mingyu.
Good, still asleep, seemingly completely unconcerned.
Throughout the preparation process, He Lanfeng also hardly spoke, leaving all operations to Ruan Sixian.
It wasn't until the aircraft was pushed back that he spoke seriously, "During takeoff roll, due to wind influence, you also need to apply rudder toward the downwind side, but don't easily push the yoke. Just have a slight awareness of pushing the yoke toward the upwind side at the moment of liftoff when the wind is strong. Doing more might cause the spoilers to deploy, affecting aircraft performance and control."
Ruan Sixian nodded. "Got it."
"After liftoff, the aircraft will automatically form a drift angle; pay attention to correcting the bank."
"Okay."
"At that time, shift your gaze from outside to inside the cockpit. Maintain lateral vision without banking, and don't carry any bank into instrument flight."
"Okay, understood."
"Alright, that's about all I have to say. You operate from now on; I'll watch. Ask me if you have any questions."
Ruan Sixian put on her headset and contacted the tower. Soon, the aircraft entered the runway and began its takeoff roll. He Lanfeng also focused intently on Ruan Sixian's actions.
The moment the sensation of being pushed back into the seat struck, Fu Mingyu slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on Ruan Sixian.He could see Ruan Sixian’s profile, as well as the look in her eyes behind her sunglasses.
She focused intently on the instrument panel, communicating with the control tower, her expression serious, with no trace of makeup on her face.
Yet at this moment, she possessed a unique charm that Fu Mingyu had never seen in any other woman.
The plane was speeding down the runway, racing like the wind, and as he watched the person controlling the aircraft before him, Fu Mingyu felt his chest slowly swell.
At the moment of takeoff, the corners of Ruan Sixian’s lips curved slightly.
Fu Mingyu’s gaze lingered, and his heartbeat skipped a beat at that instant.
He took a deep breath, but it seemed difficult to exhale smoothly—
Half an hour later, the plane entered cruising mode.
He Lanfeng unbuckled his shoulder harness, stretched his limbs, and said, “Not bad, that was a perfect takeoff.”
Hearing a word of praise from this instructor, Ruan Sixian couldn’t help but smile.
He Lanfeng couldn’t resist turning to look at Fu Mingyu again. “Why have you been sleeping the whole time? Not going to give your employee an evaluation?”
Fu Mingyu opened his eyes, sweeping a faint glance at He Lanfeng. “With you here, what right do I have to evaluate?”
He Lanfeng snorted lightly and suddenly asked Ruan Sixian, “Do you have a boyfriend?”
Hearing this question, Fu Mingyu’s eyelids twitched, and his brows furrowed. Unfortunately, the person in front had no way of noticing his expression.
Ruan Sixian was taken aback. “Huh?”
“Just asking casually,” He Lanfeng said. “People our age like to talk about these things.”
“Oh…”
Why hadn’t her colleagues mentioned that this instructor liked to gossip during level flight?
“No, I don’t.”
“Then you should hurry up,” He Lanfeng said. “The best time to settle personal matters is during the co-pilot phase. Once you become a captain, you’ll be too busy, and it won’t be as convenient.”
“Oh… I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I’ll keep an eye out for you too.”
“Oh… thank you…”
“No need for thanks, it’s nothing.” He hesitated for a moment, glancing at Fu Mingyu. “What do you think of my nephew? The one sitting back there—handsome, young and accomplished, single. How about considering him as your boyfriend?”
Ruan Sixian replied almost without thinking, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
The cockpit suddenly fell silent, sinking into an awkward and eerie atmosphere.
He Lanfeng rubbed his nose, turned away sheepishly, and prepared to change the subject to ease the tension.
Just then, the person behind them let out a soft scoff. “Have I ever been your boyfriend? How can you be so sure I wouldn’t be a good one?”
Ruan Sixian found it amusing. “Do I have to spend two days freezing inside a refrigerator to judge how well it cools?”
“Yes.”
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