Оriginаllу intеnding just а light kiss, а mere gеsturе wоuld hаvе sufficed, but Fu Mingуu sеemed dеtermined tо mаkе uр fоr thе kiss interruptеd by that earlier slaр. Тaking аdvantаgе оf thе momеnt, hе рrеssеd the bаck of her hеаd, kissing her dеeply аnd passiоnatelу.
Тhеir brеаths grаduаlly grew hеаvy аnd dаmр. Ruan Siхian wаs slоwly prеssеd agаinst the headbоard, feeling sоmеwhаt breаthless. Whimpers sрillеd frоm her liрs оnlу tо bе swаllowеd bу him, leаving her struggling еven to brеathе.
Вut shе didn’t want tо stор.
Ruаn Sixian wraрped her arms arоund his neck, aсtively sеeking his kissеs аgain аnd again, as if trying to claim in advance all that would be missing in the coming months.
Under such heated kisses, desire was inevitably ignited.
When she felt his breath growing increasingly feverish, Ruan Sixian suddenly turned her face away, gasping for air.
Fu Mingyu brushed his nose against her cheek, breathing heavily but saying nothing.
“Aren’t you supposed to catch a flight soon?”
Ruan Sixian slowly lowered her hands, wrapping them around his waist instead. “There are still over two hours left. Do you want to do something else?”
Fu Mingyu took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to steady his breathing.
“Is that not allowed?”
He hadn’t planned on doing anything—he was already about to leave—but it was she who had stirred this fire by tugging at his tie.
As he spoke, Ruan Sixian felt the blanket covering her being lifted, and the scent of him, along with his kisses, swept over her once more.
The rustling of fabric rubbing against fabric mingled with the intimate atmosphere, swirling through the room.
In the haze of passion, Ruan Sixian murmured, “Didn’t someone call you earlier?”
Fu Mingyu mumbled an “Mm.”
“Bai Yang. He’s at the airport now.”
Ruan Sixian suddenly pressed her hand against his. “Will you be late later?”
“No,” he said, moving as he spoke. “It’s my own plane.”
“Oh…”
Well then. In the world of the wealthy, there’s no such thing as rushing for a flight.
Ruan Sixian closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and tried her best not to let out sounds that sounded shameful to her ears.
But Fu Mingyu’s fingers traced her lower lip, coaxing and tempting her to voice her pleasure.
After a long while, Ruan Sixian’s palms grew sweaty as she tightly clutched his clothes. Low moans tinged with a sob escaped her throat.
The constraints of time forced him to restrain himself, yet the reality of their impending separation made it difficult to hold back.
The moon had quietly hidden behind the clouds at some point, letting in less and less light.
In the darkness, Ruan Sixian did not refuse any of his bold advances.
But as time went on, she still found it somewhat unbearable.
Fu Mingyu usually granted her every wish, but at this moment, when she whimpered and begged him to stop, he acted as if he hadn’t heard.
Only after Ruan Sixian made a promise did he show any intention of stopping.
“Really?” His voice was low and hoarse, tinged with a burning intimacy. “Anything?”
He whispered a few more requests in her ear, making Ruan Sixian blush, but under the circumstances, she could only grit her teeth and murmur an “Mm.”
After it was over, Ruan Sixian leaned against his chest, hazily thinking that a man’s words in bed couldn’t be trusted—and neither could a woman’s.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, Fu Mingyu prepared to leave.
He got out of bed, leaned over to tuck her in, and kissed her forehead.
“After I leave, take your time moving your things upstairs.”
Ruan Sixian instinctively murmured an “Mm,” but a few seconds later, her eyes suddenly flew open.
“Why?”Fu Mingyu sat by the bedside and chuckled. "Get used to it, lower your guard a bit. Otherwise, I don’t know how many more slaps I’ll have to endure from you in the future."
After a long pause, Ruan Sixian let out a muffled "Oh" from under the covers.
If you want to live together, just say it directly. Why put it so subtly?
"I’ll try to control myself from now on. If I can use my mouth, I won’t resort to my hands."
Fu Mingyu scoffed lightly and pinched her chin. "With that mouth of yours, I’d rather you use your hands."
He stood up. "I’m leaving?"
"Mhm."
Ruan Sixian remained with her back to him until she heard the door close. Only then did she turn around, gaze at the tightly shut door, and let out a soft sigh.
Ruan Sixian had always believed she wouldn’t miss Fu Mingyu much. After all, they were both adults—no one was truly indispensable to another. Besides, they were only temporarily separated, not broken up. What was there to miss?
At least until the next morning, she felt nothing out of the ordinary. She ate and drank as usual, went for a check-up at the aviation medical center, and even stopped by the cafeteria for lunch.
But after sitting down with her tray, she found herself without much appetite.
Holding her chopsticks, she stared blankly at the food on her plate.
Fu Mingyu inexplicably kept popping into her mind.
This feeling was different from when Dong Xian had left.
Back then, Ruan Sixian had believed she wouldn’t return, so her heart had felt heavy and pained. She’d do her homework two or three times a day just to avoid dwelling on those thoughts, occasionally hiding under the covers to cry.
But now, she knew Fu Mingyu would return. She thought she wouldn’t overthink it, yet her heart felt restless, as if scratched by a cat’s claws—empty, as though something was missing without him in sight.
"Ah," she sighed, switching hands to prop up her chin and using her left hand to pick out the scallions from her food.
Well, this man really had cast a spell on her.
Suddenly, someone sat down across from her.
Ruan Sixian instinctively thought of some idol drama scenario and looked up without considering the logic, only to see Ni Tong staring at her with wide eyes.
No idol drama here—just a soap opera.
"Why are you looking at me?"
Ruan Sixian picked at her food and asked weakly.
"Are you worried?" Ni Tong said. "I just heard that Chairman Fu is especially angry this time."
How could he not be? He was called away in the middle of a meal.
Ruan Sixian let out an "Oh," showing little interest in the topic.
But Ni Tong was intrigued. She blinked and whispered, "Just a rumor—don’t spread it around."
She glanced around, leaned forward, and covered the side of her mouth with the back of her hand. "When President Fu went to the airport early this morning, it seemed like there was a slap mark on his face. Oh my, if Chairman Fu is this angry, might he not let him return to the country?"
Ruan Sixian’s hand froze, and she forced an awkward smile.
"Don’t take it lightly. You should feel a sense of urgency," Ni Tong said. "Don’t you know? President Fu’s older brother is also returning to the country soon. Do you think he might be coming back to fight for power?"
With that, she tapped her chopsticks on the table.
"This is called taking advantage of a weak moment."
"Have you been watching too many TVB soap operas?" Ruan Sixian glanced at her with a wry smile. "Fighting for power? Chinese wealthy-family drama writers need you."
But upon second thought, what Ni Tong said did seem to make some sense.With such a large airline being held by Fu Mingyu alone, and his "brother" only ever mentioned by others, could it be that he’s really coming back to share a piece of the pie?
On her way home that evening, Ruan Sixian made a point of asking Fu Mingyu about it over the phone.
"I heard your brother is coming back to the country?"
"Yeah," Fu Mingyu said. "You already know?"
"I heard it from others."
"They sure are quick with the news." Fu Mingyu paused. "What else did they say?"
"They said... he’s coming back to challenge you for power."
On the other end of the line, Fu Mingyu laughed.
"They’ve got quite the imagination."
What Ruan Sixian didn’t say was that she had already imagined a scene where Fu Mingyu lost the struggle and was forced out in disgrace. In her mind, not only did she not move upstairs, but she even gave up her own place for him to stay. Then he complained it was too small, they had a huge fight, he stormed downstairs and ran through the rain, and she chased after him, hugging him and promising to help him make a comeback.
Just thinking about it felt like a rollercoaster.
"By the way, you’ve never met my brother, right?" Fu Mingyu asked.
"Probably not," Ruan Sixian said. "I think I saw him from a distance at the airport a few years ago."
Fu Mingyu didn’t say anything else, and voices could be heard on his end. Ruan Sixian quickly said, "Are you busy right now?"
"Not too bad."
"Oh, then I’ll hang up." Ruan Sixian suddenly remembered something and added, "By the way, I’m going to a university reunion next week."
"Yeah, what about it? Are you already reporting your schedule to me?"
"Nothing much." Ruan Sixian held the phone as she walked home. "Just letting you know to keep in touch a bit more. Otherwise, I’m afraid before this red flag of mine even arrives, the colorful flags outside might start fluttering."
Fu Mingyu touched his cheek, a half-smile on his face that Ruan Sixian couldn’t see.
"What woman would dare?"
Ruan Sixian felt there was no need for her and Fu Mingyu to report their schedules to each other. Although he was in Singapore, there was no time difference, and in his current situation, aside from work, it was unlikely he had much else going on. As for her own free time, it was pretty uneventful anyway.
But the main reason she specifically mentioned the reunion to Fu Mingyu was because Xie Yu had called to invite her.
She wasn’t sure if Fu Mingyu still remembered Xie Yu.
But judging by his tone, he probably didn’t.
During university, interactions among students weren’t limited to classmates. For example, Ruan Sixian was close to a few seniors who were a year above her. This reunion was more of a departmental gathering, with students from three different years attending.
They had gotten together once a few years ago and contacted Ruan Sixian, but she was busy with work during the holidays at the time and couldn’t make it. This time, it happened to fall during her break.
This time, there were ten people at the table. Aside from one or two who were two years ahead of Ruan Sixian and whom she wasn’t very familiar with, the rest were classmates and seniors she often hung out with in school.
But after so many years apart, there was inevitably some awkwardness.
Only Xie Yu was a bit more familiar—they had met once last year.
At this gathering, Ruan Sixian was once again the center of attention.
A few girls chatting together had sharp senses. As soon as Ruan Sixian pushed the door open, they all turned to look at her.
"You’re finally here! We were just waiting for you!"
Ruan Sixian glanced at her watch. She was ten minutes late.
"Sorry, traffic was a bit heavy on the way."Who would care about such a trivial matter? Before she could even sit down, they had already gathered around, chattering away.
The conversation inevitably revolved around recent events, with several guys even competing to take photos with her.
Only Xie Yu remained as quiet as ever, saying little and occasionally chiming in with a word or two.
After a few rounds of drinks, several of the men, now tipsy, unbuttoned their jackets and leaned back in their chairs, sighing about life.
"I still remember when we used to sit and chat on the sports field. Someone said they wanted to be the next Yang Zhenning, someone said they wanted to pursue academics for life, and someone else said they wanted to switch majors to study philosophy. Back then, Xiao Ruan also said she wanted to be a pilot, right? To be honest, I secretly laughed at you back then. What was a little girl like you thinking? With such a pretty face, you could do anything, couldn't you?"
The man turned his head and smiled. "Who would have thought that in the end, you were the only one who actually made it happen?"
A girl corrected him, "Not really, Xie Yu also made it happen."
Xie Yu was pouring juice for Ruan Sixian at the time. When his name was mentioned, he shook his head and modestly said, "Isn't it just that the narrower your field of study, the harder it is to find a job? I had no choice but to stay in school. I don't even have a girlfriend anymore. Xiao Ruan is much more impressive."
Several girls had noticed him serving tea and water to Ruan Sixian all evening, being unusually attentive for a mere classmate. They exchanged glances and coughed a couple of times to hint at him.
They hadn’t asked about Ruan Sixian’s boyfriend during the gathering, thinking it would be too gossipy, but Xie Yu was truly so absorbed in his research that he was completely out of touch, unaware that she even had a boyfriend.
Xie Yu heard the coughing but thought the girls were teasing him, so he didn’t pay it much mind, though his face flushed slightly.
Ruan Sixian naturally sensed that Xie Yu was acting differently today.
Moreover, every time she met his gaze, she noticed he was looking at her differently than before.
There was admiration, affection, a faint smile lingering at the corners of his mouth, and he didn’t even blink.
Ruan Sixian took the cup he handed her, said thank you, and then quietly asked, "Senior, is your phone still on 2G?"
"Huh?" Xie Yu was taken aback. "What?"
Ruan Sixian shook her head. "Never mind."
After the meal, several guys suggested going to KTV to sing.
Ruan Sixian glanced at the time—it was already nine o'clock. She had things to do tomorrow morning, so she declined.
No one insisted, and Xie Yu offered to walk her to her car.
When they reached the ground floor, Ruan Sixian saw the car Fu Mingyu had arranged waiting across the street, about to make a U-turn after crossing the overpass.
But his car was too flashy, and Ruan Sixian didn’t want her classmates to see it, so she said, "Senior, the car will be here soon. You can go back up first."
Xie Yu nodded but didn’t leave.
"When is your next day off?"
Ruan Sixian asked, "Why?"
"Oh..." Xie Yu said, "It’s almost New Year, and there are a lot of holiday movies. I was thinking of inviting you to watch one."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ruan Sixian’s phone coincidentally rang.
She took out her phone and glanced at the caller ID, saying, "Let me take this call from my boyfriend first?"
"..."
Xie Yu’s face instantly flushed red.
Though awkward, it was fortunate that Ruan Sixian didn’t directly expose the situation and instead gave him a way out.
"O-okay, go ahead and take it. I won’t bother you anymore. I’ll head back up."
After Xie Yu left, Ruan Sixian answered Fu Mingyu’s call.
"Finished?"Recalling Xie Yu's earlier invitation, Ruan Sixian smiled, "Yeah, what's up? Can't wait to check up on me?"
Fu Mingyu replied, "Are you implying something happened today that warrants my checking up on you?"
Ruan Sixian gave a light snort, "Someone invited me to watch a movie."
"Is that so?"
In the World Airlines branch office in Singapore, Fu Mingyu idly spun the globe on his desk and said casually, "Is it that campus heartthrob who captured your youthful heart?"
Ruan Sixian almost blurted out a "yes."
Fortunately, she caught herself in time.
This sly man was setting a trap for her.
What did he mean by "captured your youthful heart"? When had she ever admitted to that?
The car slowly pulled up in front of Ruan Sixian, and the driver stepped out to open the door for her.
"Hah," Ruan Sixian got in, leaning against the window as she watched the bustling traffic outside. "My youthful heart first fluttered when I saw my annual salary figure."
The person on the other end of the line chuckled softly.
"Is it that simple? Then I can make your youthful heart flutter for a lifetime."
Ruan Sixian looked at her own smiling reflection in the car window.
"You'd better keep your word."
Author's Note: Tell me, who wouldn’t want a moment where their youthful heart is stirred by money? I’d be willing to let my heart race until I die of hypertension.
Also, after observing the night sky, I predict the main story will probably wrap up by the end of this month, hahaha! Go for it, Fu Mingyu!!! Marry her, marry her!!!!
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