Тhе саr wаs сurrently раrkеd bу thе roadside in а rеsidential аrea, with fеw реdеstriаns аround. Thе surroundings were quiet, broken оnlу by thе oссаsiоnal sоund оf саr hоrns.
Ruan Siхian watchеd Fu Мingyu’s silhоuette through thе car windоw. He stооd thеrе аlоnе, a cigаrеtte bеtwееn his lips. With а flick оf his lightеr, a flamе ignitеd, and hе tilted his head tо light the cigarеttе. А wisp оf white smoke сurlеd uрward in frоnt оf his fасе.
Just аs she wаs wоndering whаt was gоing on, Fu Mingуu glanсеd bаck аt hеr. Тhеir eyes mеt briefly before hе looked аway аs if nothing hаd hаpрened. ???
Ruan Sixian leaned against the window, her mind filled with question marks.
What’s wrong with this man?
What’s the big deal about me taking a call? Where did this inexplicable temper come from?
At the same time, her phone rang again.
Ruan Sixian instinctively wanted to hang up, but fortunately, she took a closer look—it was a call from the bank.
It was a sales call for financial products. After a brief, uninterested conversation, Ruan Sixian made an excuse about being busy and hung up.
Meanwhile, Fu Mingyu turned around, the cigarette between his index and middle fingers only half-smoked.
Ruan Sixian sensed he had something to say, so she rolled down the window.
But the two of them stared at each other for a long time without anyone speaking.
Only when the cigarette slowly burned to its end did Fu Mingyu stub it out, turn around, and get back into the car.
As he fastened his seatbelt, he asked, “Finished talking so quickly?”
What is there to talk about with a financial product salesman?
Ruan Sixian had had enough of his inexplicable cold shoulder today and didn’t want to put up with it anymore.
Since you don’t want to talk to me, I won’t bother you either.
With that thought, Ruan Sixian was about to get out of the car, but as her hand touched the seatbelt, a sudden idea flashed through her mind.
She looked up and studied him carefully. The thought gradually took shape in her mind, and a faint smile slowly appeared in her eyes.
No wonder he’s been acting so strange today—could it be that he’s jealous?
It’s so sour in this car!
One person in the car wore a sullen expression, while the other smiled as if nothing was wrong. The contrast was too obvious, making the one in low spirits even more irritable.
Fu Mingyu slowly started the car and drove onto an open road. His brows slightly raised as he focused on the traffic light ahead, casually remarking, “You’re that happy just from a phone call?”
Happy?
It’s you who’s being ridiculous! How can someone your age get jealous like a grade-schooler?
“Are you jealous? Jealous of a telemarketer?”
He didn’t respond, while Ruan Sixian’s smile stretched almost to her ears. Afraid that the person beside her would notice her unrestrained grin and become so embarrassed he’d want to silence her, she bent over, covering her face with both hands.
But even so, her laughter still escaped through her fingers.
What Ruan Sixian didn’t know was that, from Fu Mingyu’s perspective, her attempt to hide her amusement was completely ineffective.
—Instead, it only added fuel to the fire.
Fu Mingyu pressed down on the accelerator, and the car suddenly sped forward. Due to the inertia, Ruan Sixian was thrown back with a thud, collapsing against the seat. The bangs she had tucked behind her ears suddenly came loose and fell over her eyes, leaving her in a disheveled, messy state. ???
Ruan Sixian stared blankly at the strands of hair in front of her, stunned and unable to recover for a long time.
What kind of temper is this? Are you chasing me, or am I chasing you?
You’re not even in a relationship yet, and you’re already acting like this. If we were together, wouldn’t you be completely out of control?
Is this how you pursue someone?
Ruan Sixian didn’t say another word to Fu Mingyu until they returned to Mingchen Apartments.
After she slammed the car door and got out, Fu Mingyu drove away without hesitation.Bai Yang was still waiting for him at the World Airlines building. The final implementation meeting for the flight quality monitoring reform would be held tomorrow, with all senior executives of the company in attendance.
At this point, the matter was already settled, but there were still those who opposed it.
Seeing Fu Mingyu's dark expression, Bai Yang felt uneasy and nervously handed him the meeting agenda for tomorrow to review.
Fu Mingyu took it, and just then, his phone buzzed. He set the agenda aside to check the message.
Zhu Dong had sent several messages about the new routes added to Lincheng Airport for the autumn-winter season change and wanted to find time to discuss them with him.
Fu Mingyu replied with a "Got it." As he exited the chat, he noticed a red notification dot on the Moments tab.
Almost instinctively, he tapped into it and, sure enough, Ruan Sixian's small profile picture appeared in the top right corner.
"Give you a little sunshine and you shine, give you a little flood and you overflow, give you a cotton coat and you sweat, give you a broken basket and you crawl in to lay eggs!"
Fu Mingyu stared at this text for a long moment, unsure whether to feel annoyed or amused.
Who this post was targeting was obvious without asking.
Ruan Sixian also believed Fu Mingyu should know very well.
But two minutes later, she noticed a familiar profile picture appear in the likes list.
A like?
A like?!
How did Ruan Sixian interpret this like as a "We have read but we do not care" vibe?
Did he have any self-awareness at all?
I'm cursing you, Aisin Gioro Mingyu!
Additionally, Bian Xuan had commented: "Who are you cursing again? [Question][Question][Question]"
Before Ruan Sixian could type a reply, Si Xiaozhen had already beaten her to it: "Who else could it be?"
Bian Xuan: "Fighting again?"
Si Xiaozhen: "What fight? Just flirting."
Bian Xuan: "Using Moments as a dating ground, blocked."
Si Xiaozhen: "Me too, can't stand it."
Ruan Sixian: ?
Is this flirting?
This is genuine, heartfelt cursing, okay?
Ruan Sixian solemnly decided to give Fu Mingyu the cold shoulder for two days, to cool down his warm water, otherwise he might get carried away and boil it without even realizing.
However, over the next two days, Ruan Sixian didn't see Fu Mingyu at all, leaving her no opportunity to express her stance.
He hadn't called or messaged again either.
Quite the jealous type.
Ruan Sixian saw Fu Mingyu again two days later at the entrance of the flight department's large conference room.
That afternoon, after returning from her flight, she dragged her flight case past there and saw a dense crowd emerging. Some looked happy, while others wore frowns.
At the forefront, Fu Mingyu appeared calm and unreadable, with only a faint trace of fatigue in his eyes.
After leaving the conference room, the attendees dispersed to their respective offices, while Fu Mingyu, followed by Bai Yang and several assistants, headed in another direction.
The two were far apart, and Fu Mingyu didn't notice Ruan Sixian at all.
A few colleagues nearby were whispering among themselves. Ruan Sixian shifted her gaze away from Fu Mingyu and leaned in to ask, "What are you all talking about?"
Captain Fan: "Haven't you seen the group chat?"
Ruan Sixian shook her head.
Captain Fan said, "The flight quality monitoring reform has been discussed for months, hasn't it? The final outcome still hasn't been decided."
Ever since Co-pilot Yu had to make an emergency landing months ago due to acute cholecystitis, all pilots at World Airlines had been quietly following the progress of this matter.However, they were merely paying attention without holding much expectation.
There had been proposals for reform in the past, but due to constraints in manpower, resources, and practical circumstances, they ultimately came to nothing.
This time, the person spearheading the initiative was Fu Mingyu.
It wasn’t that they distrusted him—his work capabilities were evident to all—but they felt that since even Assistant Hu had failed to push through such changes, Fu Mingyu was unlikely to achieve any significant breakthrough.
Moreover, even Chairman Fu maintained a neutral stance toward this reform.
Someone pointed toward the conference room door and added, "Originally, it seemed like yesterday’s meeting was supposed to finalize things, but it dragged on for seven or eight hours with constant opposition. Now they’re holding another meeting today—who knows if they’ll reach a decision."
After a flurry of scattered discussions, Captain Fan concluded, "Alright, enough speculation. This isn’t something we can decide anyway. We’ll find out the outcome soon enough."
With that, he turned and walked away, muttering under his breath with his hands clasped behind his back, "If only President Fu could really overturn the old system… sigh…"
Ruan Sixian glanced back at the glass corridor, where Fu Mingyu’s tall figure flickered in and out of view.
She watched for a while, faintly realizing that Fu Mingyu had indeed lost weight recently.
No wonder he looked so exhausted today. Two consecutive days of marathon meetings—are you even human?
Ruan Sixian bit her finger and looked toward the glass corridor again, but Fu Mingyu’s figure had already vanished.
Two hours later, the release of two documents sent shockwaves through all the employee groups in World Airlines’ flight department.
One was the "Flight Quality Monitoring Management Regulations (2019 Trial)" and the other was the "Negative List for Flight Data Applications."
After carefully reading through both documents, Ruan Sixian returned to her WeChat chat windows, where several group chats were flooded with "99" messages, a clear sign of everyone’s excitement.
After all, there had been too many cases of pilots facing indirect penalties due to QAR, and some incidents were even attributed to the psychological impact of QAR events and punishments on pilots.
Now, with the reform plan unveiled, the nearly two-decade-old practice of substituting penalties for management was completely abandoned, replaced by a healthier and safer environment. Who wouldn’t be thrilled?
The tone in the colleague group gradually shifted to singing Fu Mingyu’s praises. Even the forwarded WeChat Moments links expressed gratitude to President Fu, regardless of whether he would ever see them—it was heartfelt appreciation.
Ruan Sixian felt that her earlier passionate rant stood out awkwardly amidst all the praise, so she quietly deleted it.
Thinking it over, she still felt a bit guilty.
Fu Mingyu had been working day and night to reform the working environment for pilots like them, battling wits with a group of old foxes until he was visibly worn thin, while she was still sulking over his sudden acceleration.
Looking at it this way, simply deleting that WeChat Moment wasn’t enough.
So, Ruan Sixian forwarded the link about the flight quality monitoring reform that Captain Fan had shared.
Just as she was about to hit send, she paused.
A mere forward might not convey her sincerity to Fu Mingyu.
What should she do then?
Surely she couldn’t go overboard with flattery like those in the group chats?
She glanced at the text Captain Fan had attached, finding it fair and balanced—a genuine and sincere compliment for Fu Mingyu’s efforts. Surely Fu Mingyu would sense that, right?
So, Ruan Sixian casually copied Captain Fan’s original words.Within minutes of posting, Fu Mingyu gave it a like.
Seeing his profile picture appear in the list of likes, Ruan Sixian smiled, and the guilt in her heart instantly vanished.
The next second, Fu Mingyu sent a message.
This was the first time in the past two days that Fu Mingyu had taken the initiative to message her.
[Fu Mingyu]: Love me forever?
[Fu Mingyu]: Follow me forever?
Ruan Sixian: ?
What nonsense is this man spouting?
[Ruan Sixian]: What kind of gibberish are you talking?
Fu Mingyu didn’t reply.
Ruan Sixian continued to message him, determined to find out why he was acting so strangely.
[Ruan Sixian]: Did you send it to the wrong person?
After waiting for a while, there was still no response.
Ruan Sixian became increasingly convinced that he had sent it to the wrong person.
Such ambiguous words out of nowhere—who knows which woman he was flirting with.
This dog of a man actually has a harem?!
Ruan Sixian gritted her teeth in anger, her fingers nearly poking holes in the screen as she typed.
[Ruan Sixian]: Did you send it to a group?
[Ruan Sixian]: Sent it to some other girl, huh?
[Ruan Sixian]: Fu Mingyu, your harem sure is big : )
After sending these three messages,
Ruan Sixian waited for a minute, but Fu Mingyu still hadn’t replied.
Fine, this dog of a man really was caught red-handed with his harem.
Go lie in my blacklist!
Fuming with anger, Ruan Sixian was about to block him when he finally replied.
He sent a screenshot of the link Ruan Sixian had just shared, with her lengthy caption of over a hundred words that couldn’t even fit in the preview window.
He had clicked "Expand," taken a screenshot, and specifically highlighted the last two sentences in red.
Seeing this screenshot, Ruan Sixian felt so embarrassed that her scalp tingled.
—"Our World Airlines didn’t wait for a bigger accident to drive QAR reform, because such accidents might be too much for any pilot or company to bear! World Airlines’ approach is the right way to use QAR for flight quality monitoring, truly improving flight skills and aviation safety, rather than using QAR incidents to punish pilots—a low-level misuse of a great tool. It’s like giving a soldier a sharp blade, only for them to use it to kill indiscriminately. Thank you for your hard work, President Fu! Love you forever! Following you forever!"
Ruan Sixian: "...?"
When she had casually copied the text earlier, she only thought Captain Fan’s praise was sincere and straightforward, and she hadn’t even finished reading it before copying. Little did she know Captain Fan had ended with an even more heartfelt and plain expression.
Why is a man in his fifties still so shameless???
While Ruan Sixian was still feeling awkward, Fu Mingyu sent another message.
[Fu Mingyu]: Next time, copy with a bit more care.
Ruan Sixian: "..."
[Fu Mingyu]: Also, I don’t have any other girls.
[Fu Mingyu]: Only you.
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