"Нmm?" Fu Мingуu sаid with а smilе. "What kind of thrill?"
Ruаn Siхiаn's hаnd hоvered ovеr thе door-оpening buttоn аs shе glаrеd сoldly аt him. "Should I take you baсk tо wherе the drеаm bеgаn so уоu саn find thаt thrilling feеling?"
"From dusk till midnight?"
"Fu Mingyu, dоn’t fоrget уou’re human."
"Wаsn’t it you whо wanted tо sаtisfу mе?"
Ruаn Siхiаn took а dеeр brеаth, refusing tо saу аnother wоrd.
Sеeing this, Fu Мingyu tilted his heаd back and lаughеd оut loud.
Shе was usually sо shаrр-tonguеd, but shе rеаllу сouldn’t hаndlе being tеasеd. Did she reаlly think оthеrs сouldn’t tеll hеr еаrs were flushed rеd?
It was the first time Ruan Sixiаn had seen him lаugh so unresеrvedlу. Еven if shе were slow on the uptake, she’d realize by now that she’d been played.
And it was very likely she had misunderstood him in the first place.
But Fu Mingyu’s expression earlier had clearly been deliberately steering the conversation in that direction, as if he was afraid she wouldn’t realize he was being a rogue.
Ruan Sixian noticed that Fu Mingyu was becoming less and less proper, gradually breaking free from the constraints of his status and heading down a path of unabashedly revealing his true nature as a man.
Suddenly, the plane plunged sharply, surged forward, then shot upward and pulled back.
Since there was nothing else in the airspace, Ruan Sixian felt she could afford to be a little reckless and vent her anger.
"Really angry?" Fu Mingyu, however, seemed completely unfazed by the sudden display of skill. Calmly, he reached out and brushed aside the hair by her cheek. "How much longer are you going to fly around in this thrilling place?"
"..."
Without another word, Ruan Sixian turned the plane back.
It was almost noon—time to land anyway.
But she was still curious: what exactly had Fu Mingyu done here back then that made it so unforgettable for him?
After a moment’s thought, she asked, "In this desolate wilderness, did you fall hopelessly in love with a wild woman back then?"
Fu Mingyu wasn’t quite sure how her mind worked.
"Are you mocking me or yourself?"
Ruan Sixian was about to retort when she suddenly sensed something off.
What did he mean by that?
She pondered for a moment—it seemed like he had indirectly confessed again?—
In the end, Ruan Sixian didn’t ask whether he had fallen for a wild woman or spent a wild night here from dusk till midnight. When they landed, Fu Mingyu volunteered the story himself: during university, he and a few friends had taken a helicopter here for fun but got separated from the pilot. With no signal in the mountains, they wandered around aimlessly, only to end up tumbling into a waterfall. Soaked to the bone, they sat around for hours drying their clothes, then spent the night trying to make fire by rubbing sticks together before finally being found.
Fu Mingyu said it was the most outrageous thing he’d ever done in his life. Ruan Sixian couldn’t see why that was worth reminiscing about.
Maybe men’s joys were just that simple.
But after a while, she thought about it again—that was the young Fu Mingyu, a version of him she never had the chance to meet.
She’d never see him sitting on the ground in the wilderness, or watch him and his friends fall into a waterfall, swim ashore, and peel off their T-shirts. Those entirely different sides of Fu Mingyu remained unknown to her, and she couldn’t help feeling a pang of regret.—
By the time they got off the plane, Li Zhihuai had already left. The owner of South Australia treated the two of them to lunch, after which they returned to the tarmac.
Having booked the place for the entire day, Ruan Sixian would feel the pinch if she didn’t finish flying.
But flying a general aviation plane was exhausting, and seeing Fu Mingyu sitting beside her, looking utterly relaxed and enjoying himself, she couldn’t help feeling a bit cheated.Usually I work for you flying planes, and now you’re the one coaxing me, yet I’m still the one carrying you.
So before boarding the plane, Ruan Sixian waved him over. “Come here.”
Fu Mingyu, standing on the other side, heard her and glanced over but didn’t move. He stayed where he was, leaning against the fuselage. “What is it?”
“You see, being your chauffeur is quite tiring,” Ruan Sixian said. “How about this—settle my wages later?”
Fu Mingyu tilted his head slightly, looking at her from a distance. “Have you forgotten this plane was gifted to you? Still thinking of yourself as just a driver?”
Ruan Sixian froze.
She had actually assumed Fu Mingyu was just showing off in front of Li Zhihuai earlier. After all, that matter could’ve been resolved with just a model plane—who’d have thought he’d really gift her an actual aircraft?
“Huh?”
Fu Mingyu walked over and gently smoothed her wind-tousled hair.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?”
Her mind told her to act reserved at a moment like this, but as she looked at the person before her, her mouth automatically said, “I like it.”
“Good that you like it.”
Fu Mingyu turned around, opened the cockpit door, and stepped one leg inside. Looking back, he said, “Get in. I’ll be your chauffeur this afternoon.”
Ruan Sixian froze again. She had no idea Fu Mingyu also held a private pilot’s license.
Though logically it made perfect sense—how could a director of an airline not have one?—she still found it astonishing.
She stood there, watching as Fu Mingyu settled into the cockpit, fastened his seatbelt, put on sunglasses, and rested his elbow on the window, looking down at her on the ground. “Aren’t you coming up?”
Ruan Sixian felt he must know how handsome he looked right now and was deliberately tempting her.
Well, he succeeded.
What does it feel like to drift aimlessly through the sky in a plane piloted by your boyfriend?
Ruan Sixian couldn’t piece together a single coherent thought.
His style was different from hers. He wasn’t there for the scenery but for the thrill of speed, taking her through wispy clouds like silk threads, chasing the light on the horizon, skimming over fiery maple forests, and circling between emerald waters and verdant mountains.
But no lake views, no misty hills, no layered peaks could compare to the allure of the person before her.
Unable to focus on the scenery, she kept stealing glances at the person beside her, her heart gripped tightly each time.
As the plane climbed higher and higher, Ruan Sixian felt herself sinking at the same pace.
He might have known she was watching him, or he might not. From time to time, he would smile and say a few words to her, but most of his attention remained fixed on flying.
Ruan Sixian became certain once again—he was deliberately tempting her.
But no one could resist such allure.
Ruan Sixian subtly clenched her fist, trying to hold back the surge of warmth in her heart.
No! Ruan Sixian, you’re not that shallow! You can’t fall for him just because he’s handsome!
You’re just being ordinary, dazzled by the plane he gave you!
By the time they landed, Ruan Sixian still hadn’t regained her composure.
She stumbled twice the moment she jumped down.
Fu Mingyu turned to look at her, utterly bewildered.
“Are you airsick?”
Me, Ruan Sixian, a woman who can soar to thirty thousand feet—how could I possibly be airsick?!
I’m just a little dizzy from a certain person, that’s all.
“No,” Ruan Sixian waved it off nonchalantly. “I just slipped earlier.”
It was getting late, and it was time for them to leave.The owner of Nan'ao came over to speak with Fu Mingyu. The two had always been good friends who enjoyed each other's company, and now the owner kept asking how the experience with the Superstar aircraft was—if it was truly worthwhile, he was considering purchasing a few himself.
The wind at the airport was still strong, howling past their ears, making Fu Mingyu’s voice seem to fade in and out.
Ruan Sixian stood beside him, her mind still replaying the scene from earlier. Her feet seemed to have a mind of their own, slowly shifting behind him as she reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Fu Mingyu was a bit surprised but didn’t think much of it. While continuing his conversation with the Nan'ao owner, he grasped the slender, pale hands resting against his abdomen.
His palms always seemed to be this warm.
Ruan Sixian nuzzled her face against his back twice, then rose onto her tiptoes, resting her chin on his shoulder. In an extremely low voice, she whispered into his ear, "I suddenly feel like kissing you right now."
Fu Mingyu, who was still speaking, only paused slightly—so subtly that even the Nan'ao owner didn’t notice—before continuing as if nothing had happened.
His expression didn’t change at all.
Fine.
Ruan Sixian felt a bit disappointed, thinking she must not be very charming.
She slowly let go of her hands and idly scuffed the ground with the tip of her shoe.
Ten minutes later, they finally finished their conversation.
After bidding farewell to the Nan'ao owner, Fu Mingyu took her hand and led her toward the parking lot.
He didn’t say a word the entire way, his expression calm and detached.
Ruan Sixian thought maybe it wasn’t that she lacked charm—maybe he was just hard of hearing and hadn’t heard her at all.
When they reached the parking lot, Ruan Sixian remained silent, walking around to the passenger side, pulling open the door, and getting in.
Just as she was about to close the door, she felt a strong force pulling it back open. Then, someone squeezed in, one leg pressing between hers.
Fu Mingyu leaned over her, one hand braced against the seat behind her head.
Ruan Sixian blinked, seeming to realize what was happening. Her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her throat.
He stared straight at her, his gaze no longer deep and serene as usual—instead, it seemed to flicker with a fiery light.
With his other hand, he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Baby, open your mouth."
He seemed a bit impatient, ready to get straight to the point.
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