Аs thе Nеw Yеаr аpprоасhеd, flight sсhedules grew inсrеasingly hеctic. It wаsn't until thе еvеning bеfоre New Yеar's Eve that Ruan Sixiаn finаlly fоund time tо mоvе.
Тherе wаsn't muсh tо mоve, rеally. Fu Mingуu's uрstairs аpartment hаd everуthing she neеdеd. Shе оnlу hаd tо bring her clоthеs and dаilу еssentiаls.
When shе оpenеd Fu Мingyu's wаrdrobe and sаw two full cabinеts оf whitе shirts, she аlmost thought she hаd wаlkеd into а mеnswеаr stоrе.
"What's with аll thеse idеnticаl shirts?" Ruan Sixiаn askеd, рhоne tuсkеd bеtwеen her shouldеr and ear as she fliрped through thеm, unable tо spоt аny diffеrences. "Can you even wear them all?"
On the other end of the line, Fu Mingyu was flipping through documents, frowning at the dense data, yet his tone was casual. "Aren't you here too?"
"Do I not have my own clothes or—" Ruan Sixian cut herself off mid-sentence, suddenly realizing what he meant. Her face flushed as she gritted her teeth. "Fu Mingyu, I'm not like you. I don't have all those strange habits."
A hint of laughter tinged Fu Mingyu's voice. "Then will you indulge my habits?"
"Are you still half-asleep at noon? Dreaming big, aren't you?"
Ruan Sixian haphazardly pushed the clothes aside, changing the subject. "You have so many clothes. Where am I supposed to put mine?"
Someone entered the office, and Fu Mingyu's smile faded as he straightened up. "There's a walk-in closet next to the study. It's empty."
He quickly signed the documents and pushed them across the desk, adding, "Tell the marketing department to compile the seat allocation plans for all spring routes."
"Understood."
After the person left, Fu Mingyu set down his pen, loosened his cuffs, and leaned back in his chair with his phone. He casually flipped through the schedule on his desk, seeing it packed with meetings and the towering pile of work plans before him. A weary resignation settled between his brows.
Sometimes, he couldn't help but envy people like Yan An—
After hanging up, Ruan Sixian spent less than an hour organizing her clothes.
The spacious walk-in closet was only half-filled with her belongings, making the entire apartment feel empty.
Walking into the living room, she flopped onto the large sofa, lying flat as she stared at the ceiling light. Suddenly remembering something, she got up and hurried to the study. Pushing the door open, she saw it filled with model airplanes and stood there for a moment, lost in thought.
Sigh. No, she couldn't stay here before Fu Mingyu returned.
Everywhere was filled with traces of him, especially this study. Stepping inside, even the air seemed to carry his scent.
How could she live properly like this?
Half an hour later, the walk-in closet she had just organized was half-empty again.
She had moved all her frequently used clothes back.
That evening, most street-side shops had already closed, and many companies had let their employees off early. The options for takeout were dwindling.
At times like these, only train stations and airports likely reached their peak busy hours.
Si Xiaozhen was on night shift and hurried over to Ruan Sixian's place. The two planned to have an early New Year's Eve dinner.
"Why so few dishes?" Si Xiaozhen opened the refrigerator and saw the pitifully small selection, instantly losing her desire to cook. "The bok choy isn't even fresh."
"Stop being picky." Ruan Sixian opened the freezer and pulled out two boxes of frozen dumplings. "Don't farmers celebrate the New Year? The supermarket shelves were cleared out."Tomorrow was New Year's Eve, and Si Xiaozhen was scheduled for night duty, making it impossible for her to go home for the reunion dinner. As for Ruan Sixian, she was used to spending the New Year alone.
"Being single, I can't help it," Si Xiaozhen said while boiling dumplings. "But you, with a boyfriend, spending New Year's alone—that's just too pitiful."
"Don't make a fuss. Look at how many non-single flight attendants across the country aren't home for New Year's today. It's not like I'm the only one."
Ruan Sixian stood on tiptoe to grab bowls and chopsticks, speaking sternly, "It's like this every year. On New Year's Eve, we send others home. If we're lucky, we fly round trips locally and can still make it home to watch the Spring Festival Gala countdown. If we're unlucky, we end up eating instant noodles in hotels in other cities."
She placed the bowls and chopsticks by the stove and muttered quietly, "Besides, I actually enjoy spending New Year's with colleagues at hotels."
Otherwise, she’d just be watching the Spring Festival Gala alone at home.
Si Xiaozhen glanced back at her. "But you—"
Before she could finish, Ruan Sixian's phone suddenly rang. Her eyes lit up, and she immediately wiped her hands and rushed out.
The phone vibrated on the living room coffee table. Her hand moved faster than her eyes, swiping to answer before she noticed the caller ID wasn’t Fu Mingyu.
Her heart sank all at once.
"Ruan Ruan, your aunt is coming over for the reunion dinner tomorrow night. Will you join us?"
Before Ruan Sixian could answer, Dong Xian added, "I heard Fu Mingyu is in Singapore right now."
"I won’t be coming," Ruan Sixian said, walking to the window. As she answered the phone, she pressed down on a loosely attached window decoration. "I won’t be in Jiangcheng tomorrow."
On the other end of the line, Dong Xian sighed.
"Alright, then take care."
"Who was it?"
Si Xiaozhen poked her head out from the kitchen. "Your Mr. Fu?"
Ruan Sixian raised an eyebrow. Si Xiaozhen scrunched her face and pulled back. "Ew... the stench of love. Looks like tomorrow, I’ll be the only one in the whole world spending New Year's alone."
"Get used to it."
Ruan Sixian walked into the kitchen with a forced smile, carrying out the dumplings. Yet, because of Si Xiaozhen's words, she felt a flicker of hope.
Maybe.
Just maybe!
The next morning, when Ruan Sixian left home, the streets were quiet, with many shops closed and traffic noticeably lighter. Only when she reached the airport expressway did the number of cars visibly increase again.
The terminal bustled with people, their steps hurried as they rushed toward their hometowns.
Like every other flight, the plane landed in Lincheng around two o'clock in the afternoon.
Two hours later, it took off again, returning to Jiangcheng.
When Ruan Sixian stepped out of the cockpit, Ni Tong was just seeing off the last passenger.
"Take care, please remember your belongings, and Happy New Year."
As the passenger walked away, Ni Tong’s expression instantly changed, and she hurriedly grabbed her things.
"Time to go home! If I don’t hurry back, I’ll miss the Spring Festival Gala red envelopes!"
Ruan Sixian looked outside. The sky had already darkened, but fittingly, snow had begun to fall, swirling and dancing in the beams of the runway lights.
Even the snow was adding to the New Year’s Eve atmosphere.
Beside her, the captain, flight attendants, and security officers rubbed their hands together, practically skipping steps down the stairs in their eagerness to get home.
"Captain, captain, give us red envelopes!"
Ni Tong dragged her flight case, her face beaming with excitement. "It’s the last flight of the year—for good luck!"
As soon as she said it, the others joined in, cheering along.The captain laughed and pulled out his phone. “Send, send, send! New Year’s fortune, send, send, send!”
A few minutes later, the phones of the entire crew rang.
Ruan Sixian snapped back to reality and immediately took out her phone, only to find that the captain had created a small group chat and sent two large red packets inside.
“Sigh…”
She claimed the red packets, exited the group chat, and glanced at Fu Mingyu’s chat window.
Their last conversation was still stuck on the message she had sent him when she landed at noon.
Ruan Sixian jabbed the screen forcefully.
Is he really that busy?!
She opened her social media feed again. Everyone was particularly active today, and a long scroll down revealed nothing but photos of New Year’s Eve dinners.
Among them, she spotted Zheng You’an’s New Year’s Eve dinner.
No one was in the photo, but the European-style long dining table was laden with delicacies from land and sea, their vibrant colors alone enough to make one’s mouth water.
It seemed as though the whole world was reuniting, while she was the only one going home to eat frozen dumplings.
After getting off the crew bus, the few steps toward the terminal felt bitterly cold as snowflakes brushed against her face. The group walked quickly, pulling their flight cases behind them.
Ruan Sixian tightened her scarf, leaving only a small part of her face exposed.
Perhaps it was the stark contrast with the cheerful mood around her, but she still felt a sense of unsteadiness, as though her feet weren’t firmly planted on the ground.
Along the way, Ruan Sixian checked her phone several more times.
The constant stream of New Year’s greetings had already pushed Fu Mingyu’s chat window far down the list.
She had considered pinning it to the top, but after a moment’s thought, she decided against it.
After walking a few more steps, her phone buzzed a few more times.
Ruan Sixian took a deep breath.
Alright, Fu Mingyu, I’ll give you one last chance.
If you don’t message me, go fall in love with your work instead.
She took out her phone to check.
Great, it’s actually a message from Zheng You’an.
[Zheng You’an]: You’re really not coming for dinner?
[Zheng You’an]: Fu Mingyu isn’t even in the country anyway. Why spend New Year’s alone? Come on, join us.
Ruan Sixian : Wishing you a happy New Year. May you snag a big red packet.
The terminal’s boarding announcements echoed one after another, mingling with the clamor of children nearby. A few people, nearly missing their flights, dashed by with their suitcases, the wheels screeching loudly against the floor.
Though noisy, the atmosphere was charged with the excitement of going home.
Her phone buzzed a few more times, but Ruan Sixian didn’t take it out again, wanting only to hurry home for dinner and the New Year’s Gala.
The sounds around her seemed to fade in and out as Ruan Sixian walked briskly step by step.
Suddenly, she spotted a familiar-looking figure ahead near the exit.
She stopped, blinked, and made sure she wasn’t seeing things.
No.
That figure—she knew it all too well.
Ruan Sixian’s throat tightened as she pulled her flight case and hurried forward.
The distance closed, and the figure grew clearer.
Her heart pounded, and her steps quickened.
That jerk, not a single word all afternoon, and it turns out he secretly came back.
However, just as she was less than two meters away from the figure, Ruan Sixian slammed on the brakes, stumbling a few steps and nearly losing her balance.
—Because the man turned around.
The moment she saw his face, her soaring heart plummeted heavily to the depths.
She stood frozen in place.
No, how could there be someone in the world with such a similar figure?
Your silhouette and Fu Mingyu’s could be matched and eliminated in a puzzle game.
The man also noticed Ruan Sixian and, seeing her strange expression, lowered his gaze to study her.Ruan Sixian felt extremely awkward. She touched her hair, pretending nothing had happened, and continued walking forward with an expressionless face.
However, as she passed by him, she suddenly heard him speak: "Miss Ruan?"
Ruan Sixian paused, confusion in her eyes.
"You..."
The man suddenly smiled, tilting his head slightly to indicate she should look behind her.
Ruan Sixian's heart raced uncontrollably again. Her fingers tightened around the suitcase handle as she slowly turned around.
The terminal was brightly lit. He wore a white shirt without a tie, his jacket casually draped over his arm, the other hand in his pocket. He stood there straight and tall. Travelers hurried past around him, their movements seeming to blur, leaving only his figure exceptionally clear.
Ruan Sixian didn't even blink. The sound of her heartbeat amplified, thundering in her ears like drums.
Fu Mingyu tilted his head slightly. "What, eyes playing tricks? Don't recognize your own boyfriend anymore?"
Hearing his voice, Ruan Sixian suddenly felt grounded, as if she had truly landed only at this moment.
"Why are you back?"
Fu Mingyu took a few steps forward and handed her his jacket. Ruan Sixian instinctively took it, then felt her other hand being held by his.
He took Ruan Sixian's flight case and said, "Not come back and let you spend New Year's Eve alone?"
At the same time, Fu Mingyu turned Ruan Sixian around, lifted his chin toward the front, and gave her a look.
"Say hello to my brother."
Ruan Sixian: "Brother?"
Fu Chengyu ambled over slowly, looking at Ruan Sixian and Fu Mingyu with a smile. "You really came back at the perfect time."
Before Ruan Sixian could regain her composure, Fu Mingyu glanced at his watch and said, "Time is short. I'm going to have New Year's Eve dinner first. What about you?"
Fu Chengyu pointed behind him where a few middle-aged foreign men were still waiting, then looked at Ruan Sixian. "We'll get acquainted another time. I won't disturb you two today."
Even after returning home, Ruan Sixian still felt somewhat unreal.
Fu Mingyu went straight into the kitchen, and Ruan Sixian followed him in without even changing her clothes.
"Why didn't you move upstairs?"
Ruan Sixian didn't answer. Standing behind Fu Mingyu, she poked his back.
"Were you on a plane the whole time today?"
Fu Mingyu opened the refrigerator, scanning it as he tried to find some fresh ingredients.
"Where else would I be? There's nothing in the fridge. What are we eating tonight?"
Ruan Sixian watched his back. "There are dumplings. When are you going back? Don't you need to accompany your parents? And your brother is back too."
"My dad is in the U.S., my mom went to accompany him. As for my brother, do you think he wants to eat with us?" He bent down, opened the freezer, and frowned. "Just eating this?"
Then he smiled in resignation.
There were quite a variety.
Well, it's convenient and quick.
Ruan Sixian: "The supermarkets are all closed. You still haven't said when you're returning to Singapore."
Fu Mingyu casually took out a box of dumplings and walked toward the cabinets.
"Later."
This kind of answer made Ruan Sixian anxious. She immediately pressed, "When is 'later'?"
Fu Mingyu leisurely rolled up his sleeves, making preparations.
"Two hours from now."
Ruan Sixian opened her mouth slightly. Her entire body felt warm with rushing blood, while a sour feeling welled up in her heart.
After a long silence, she finally wrapped her arms around Fu Mingyu from behind.During her college years, every Spring Festival brought invitations from classmates to spend the holiday at their homes. Unwilling to impose, she always declined. Later, after starting work, she spent almost every New Year’s Eve in hotels.
“You really don’t have to go to all this trouble. I’m used to it.”
As the water boiled, Fu Mingyu dropped the dumplings in and said calmly, “Then break that habit.”
When the Spring Festival Gala reached the magic show, Ruan Sixian sat cross-legged on the sofa, phone in hand, waiting to snatch red envelopes. She didn’t even notice when Fu Mingyu sat down beside her.
“Ah!”
She immediately grabbed Fu Mingyu’s hand. “Give me your phone!”
Fu Mingyu glanced at her and handed it over.
“What’s the password?”
“0921.”
A few seconds later, Ruan Sixian stared at the two phone screens, her face cold, unsure what to say.
“Three yuan and twenty cents?”
Fu Mingyu tilted his head to look. “Your luck—”
A sharp glare from Ruan Sixian made him swallow his words, a faint smile curling his lips.
“Let’s eat.”
She bent to pick up her bowl and glanced at the dumplings in front of her. “Does this feel a bit beneath you?”
Fu Mingyu picked up a dumpling and fed it to her.
“If you don’t eat soon, you’re about to be the one feeling beneath me.”
Ruan Sixian instinctively opened her mouth, holding the dumpling as she stared blankly at Fu Mingyu.
After a moment, she chewed and mumbled, “Are you even human?”
New Year’s Eve!
Two hours!
She thought he had come back specifically to spend the holiday with her, but it turned out he just wanted to satisfy his physical needs?!
Ruan Sixian swallowed the dumpling and shifted slightly away on the sofa, her eyes fixed on the TV. “Fu Mingyu, I suspect you don’t love me at all. You’re just after my body.”
“If I weren’t after your body, could it even be called love?”
“…?”
No rebuttal.
Fu Mingyu reached out and pulled her back.
“Hurry up and eat. It’ll get cold soon.”
After finishing the meal, Ruan Sixian leaned against Fu Mingyu’s chest, her eyes on the TV but her mind elsewhere.
She looked up from time to time, her gaze landing on Fu Mingyu’s jawline.
“What are you looking at?”
Ruan Sixian reached out and touched his chin, feeling a slight stubble.
“It just doesn’t feel real.”
“You.” Fu Mingyu tightened his arms around her and leaned in. “Do you need something more tangible to feel it’s real?”
“You—”
Her remaining words were cut off as Fu Mingyu kissed her gently, his hand stroking her back as he whispered, “It’s real. I’m here.”
Ruan Sixian didn’t speak, just stared at him for a long time until her eyes grew slightly sore. Then she said softly, “I feel like you treat me better than my own mother does.”
“Really? Then stay with me from now on.” Fu Mingyu spoke calmly, but his gaze remained fixed on her face. “Okay?”
Ruan Sixian lowered her head, burrowing into his embrace. Her arms wrapped around his waist, clutching his clothes tightly until her fingertips turned white.
On the TV, the program blared with festive noise, while outside the window, snow fell softly.
Tonight, among the countless glowing windows, one was finally lit for her.
Two hours seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, like two seconds.
Familiar songs echoed from the TV, and fireworks bloomed outside the window.
Fu Mingyu stood up, picked up his coat, and said, “I should go?”
Ruan Sixian seemed still dazed. It wasn’t until she had walked him downstairs that she realized she was still wearing slippers, her heels exposed to the cold.
“Go back up.”Fu Mingyu said, "It's not like I'm not coming back. Don't look so reluctant to see me go."
"Who's reluctant?" Ruan Sixian waved at him. "Hurry up and leave. I just came down to make a token appearance. I'm leaving too."
Fu Mingyu gave her a deep look, then turned and got into the car. At the same time, Ruan Sixian stepped into the elevator.
Back home, looking at the empty house again, she suddenly felt a sense of melancholy.
Last night felt like a dream—
Early the next morning.
[Si Xiaozhen]: Holy shit? He really came back?
Bian Xuan : Are you hallucinating?
Ruan Sixian : Yes, I'm hallucinating. In that case, come wash the unwashed dishes at my place.
[Si Xiaozhen]: Crying over the love of the rich. I wish someone would fly over ten-plus hours just to have New Year's Eve dinner with me.
[Si Xiaozhen]: And on a private jet, no less. Wuwuwu.
Bian Xuan : Alright, this round isn't a loss.
[Si Xiaozhen]: Xuan, do you know the choice now?
[Si Xiaozhen]: Didn't you say you were having a hard time choosing between a college student and a financial company boss who are both pursuing you?
[Si Xiaozhen]: A 20-year-old, young and innocent male college student who can take you for rides on his bicycle, or a 35-year-old CEO who lives in a villa, drives luxury cars, is usually very busy, and can only occasionally fly on a private jet to spend holidays with you—which one? Do you know now?
Bian Xuan : Sigh, it's not that I like villas and luxury cars. It's just that the number 35 looks more pleasing to the eye.
Ruan Sixian looked at their conversation, laughed a couple of times, didn't reply further, and boarded her flight.
She knew Fu Mingyu was truly very busy. Last night after dinner, his phone kept ringing even while he sat on the sofa.
No wonder Bian Xuan and Si Xiaozhen were surprised. Even when she opened her eyes this morning, she thought last night had been a dream.
—If not for discovering a red envelope under her pillow.
Holding that red envelope, she thought for a long time, feeling there was only one possibility.
Ruan Sixian : Did you put a red envelope under my pillow?
Fu Mingyu : You only noticed it now?
Ruan Sixian : What does this mean?
Fu Mingyu : New Year's money.
Ruan Sixian : You treat me like a child?
Fu Mingyu : Sort of.
Ruan Sixian : Then the things you did to me could land you in jail.
At that time, Ruan Sixian held that red envelope, laughing like a fool.
But after that, Fu Mingyu truly found it difficult to squeeze out time to return to the country again. Even on Valentine's Day, he had meetings all day long.
Yet a diamond bracelet was personally delivered to her by his assistant.
As for Ruan Sixian, aside from work, she also had to prepare for the F3 (Third Officer) exam three months later. The complex theoretical written exam and the challenging simulator operations were enough to occupy all her rest time.
Seeing them like this, Bian Xuan once cautiously asked her, "You and your boyfriend haven't seen each other for so long. Aren't you worried about him being alone abroad?"
"Is he incapable of taking care of himself or something?"
Ruan Sixian said nonchalantly, "Even his mother isn't worried. Why should I be?"
"You know that's not what I mean." Bian Xuan nudged her shoulder. "Don't you know how attractive your boyfriend is?"
Ruan Sixian was eating, chewed a couple of times, and suddenly laughed."Given his recent state, if he had any free time, he'd probably want to sleep for three days and three nights straight. If he actually still had the energy to do something behind my back, I'd be genuinely impressed."
She gave a thumbs-up. "With that kind of physical stamina, he could outlive a turtle."
The protagonists were all joking around, so Bian Xuan naturally didn’t say more. She glanced at a nearby table where some boys kept sneaking looks their way, lowered her head, and smiled. "You’re not exactly easygoing either. Is your partner okay with that?"
Ruan Sixian glanced at the boy across from them, dressed in athletic wear and clearly a student, and snorted lightly. "Mr. Fu is quite confident these days."
After saying that, she lowered her head and sighed silently.
Time really passed so, so slowly—
During the busy May Day holiday, she had flown for four consecutive days, reaching her flight time limit. Her next two days off were squeezed in for an F3 exam.
But on the morning of the exam day, she was told that due to scheduling conflicts with instructors, the exam had to be postponed.
With her plans suddenly disrupted, Ruan Sixian was still a bit dazed on her way home.
Amid the confusion, she also felt a little happy.
Since she still had time in the morning, she went home, quickly packed her things, and checked the time. It was just right to catch a recently released movie she’d been wanting to see but hadn’t had time for.
It wasn’t even nine o’clock yet. The movie was only showing in the VIP hall, and it was the first screening of the day at the entire cinema. When she checked, nearly half the tickets were already sold out.
May had already turned warm, and only a few long-sleeved spring clothes remained in her wardrobe.
Ruan Sixian rarely wore a dress when going out. By the time she arrived at the cinema, it had just opened.
After picking up her ticket, it wasn’t time yet, so she bought a bucket of popcorn and sat outside to wait.
Since the cinema was almost empty, she stood out sitting there alone.
Within minutes, a pair of sneakers appeared in front of her.
Ruan Sixian looked up and froze.
"Senior, what a coincidence."
Xie Yu held his movie ticket, glanced around, and was surprised to find only Ruan Sixian there. He checked his ticket and asked, "You’re here for this screening too?"
"Yeah," Ruan Sixian nodded. "Are you alone?"
"Mm, just came from the lab. That…" He held a bottle of water and confirmed again that no one was with Ruan Sixian. "How come you’re alone too?"
A girl—a non-single girl—watching a movie alone early in the morning was just too strange.
Had they broken up??
Just then, the ticket taker announced that the movie was about to start. Ruan Sixian stood up and headed toward the screening hall, saying as she walked, "My boyfriend is abroad."
Xie Yu nodded and walked into the hall with Ruan Sixian, not saying much along the way.
Ads were playing in the hall. Though it was empty, Ruan Sixian instinctively hunched over to find her seat.
After sitting down, she looked up and locked eyes with Xie Yu beside her.
"You’re sitting here too?"
Xie Yu was half-bent, not yet seated. He glanced at his ticket to make sure he hadn’t found the wrong spot.
"What a coincidence indeed."
Ruan Sixian nodded and didn’t say more.
Halfway through the movie, Xie Yu suddenly remembered something. "Are you going back to school for the anniversary in September?"
"Huh?" Ruan Sixian swallowed the popcorn in her mouth. "What did you say?"
Xie Yu leaned closer. "The school anniversary in September. Did you forget? It’s the 110th anniversary this year."
"I really did forget with how busy I’ve been," Ruan Sixian replied. "Why do you ask?"
"Nothing, just asking if you’re going. But I guess you probably won’t have time."Ruan Sixian smiled softly and said in a low voice, "I don't even know if I'll have time myself. After all, I don't work fixed nine-to-five hours."
In the back row of the theater, Yan An adjusted his seat to sit more upright, stretched his neck, and suddenly froze, his gaze fixed.
He patted the drowsy Zheng You'an beside him.
"Wake up."
Zheng You'an brushed his hand away and shifted slightly to the side.
Yan An patted her twice more. "Look, is that Ruan Sixian in front?"
Still half-asleep, Zheng You'an only caught the name "Ruan Sixian." She opened her eyes lazily and said, "Brother Yan An, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to mention Ruan Sixian in front of me right now?"
"No," Yan An pointed ahead. "Look, is that her?"
Zheng You'an slowly sat up and followed the direction of his finger.
"Huh?"
It was nearly noon before Fu Mingyu had time to glance at his phone.
Two hours earlier, Yan An had sent him several messages.
One of them was a dark photo taken inside a movie theater.
[Yan An]: Is this your girlfriend?
[Yan An]: Bro, I think you might want to wash your hair and see if the water has a hint of green.
Fu Mingyu opened the photo, took a quick look, and then set his phone aside.
Singapore is near the equator, with a tropical rainforest climate—summer all year round and no winter. May to July are the hottest months, humid, stifling, and irritating.
After lunch, Fu Mingyu picked up his phone again, glanced at it, and raised an eyebrow.
If he remembered correctly, Ruan Sixian should have been taking an exam this morning.
But the person in the photo was indeed her, and he also had a fairly clear impression of the man sitting next to her.
Yet at this point, his girlfriend still hadn’t sent him a message.
Fu Mingyu returned to his office, leaned back in his chair, and forwarded the photo to Ruan Sixian.
Fu Mingyu : Little sister, you’re switching brothers pretty fast.
Two minutes later.
Ruan Sixian : Karma’s a real thing, huh!
Fu Mingyu raised an eyebrow slightly, twirling a pen between his fingers.
Ruan Sixian : I’m telling you, it was just a coincidence—we happened to buy tickets for adjacent seats. Do you believe me?
Just then, Bai Yang came in with two boxes of medicine.
"President Fu," Bai Yang said, looking down at the instructions. "Dr. Leonard changed your prescription. This one has a stronger dosage."
He placed the medicine on Fu Mingyu’s desk. "Will you take it now?"
Fu Mingyu lifted his chin slightly. "Leave it for now."
Fu Mingyu : Quite a coincidence indeed. You and I have never had such a coincidence.
Ruan Sixian : Are you sure there’s nothing more coincidental than this?
Ruan Sixian : Do you need me to help you remember?
Ruan Sixian was clearly mimicking his usual tone.
Memories from London years ago had almost completely faded, but at her mention, Fu Mingyu let out a soft snort.
Fu Mingyu : Don’t want to remember.
He glanced at the medicine on the desk.
Fu Mingyu : I’m feeling a bit unwell now, and my head hurts a little.
After waiting ten minutes with no reply, Fu Mingyu had already taken his seat in the conference room.
After a long and tedious afternoon meeting, the clock struck seven, but the scorching sun showed no sign of setting, still blazing fiercely over the city.
"President Fu, haven’t you taken your medicine yet?"
Bai Yang asked, looking at the unopened medicine boxes.Fu Mingyu opened his eyes, casually picked up the medicine box, poured out two pills, and swallowed them with water.
At the same time, he glanced at his phone—Ruan Sixian still hadn’t replied to his message.
Fu Mingyu set down the cup, furrowed his brows, and said, "Ask the domestic team what happened with today’s F3 exam."
Bai Yang said okay, but as he was about to leave, he turned back and asked, "Should I ask about the overall situation, or the individual situation?"
Fu Mingyu raised an eyebrow.
Bai Yang: "Oh, I understand."
After Bai Yang left, Fu Mingyu stood up, picked up his jacket, and walked out of the office.
It wasn’t until he returned to the hotel that Bai Yang called.
"This morning, due to a shortage of instructors, some of the co-pilots’ F3 exams were postponed to next week."
"Hmm."
Fu Mingyu hung up the phone, loosened his tie, and glanced down at his phone again.
Still no reply.
After staring at the screen for a few seconds, Fu Mingyu suddenly tugged off his tie in frustration and threw it onto the sofa.
He sat down on the sofa, closed his eyes to rest for a moment, only to find his mood growing worse.
As soon as he closed his eyes, her face appeared before him.
It flickered in his mind, elusive and intangible.
He opened his eyes, lit a cigarette, and dialed her number.
Ruan Sixian answered quickly.
Fu Mingyu crossed his legs, gazing at the setting sun outside the window. "You answer calls but don’t reply to messages?"
"Oh," Ruan Sixian’s voice came from the other end of the line. "Because I can’t read."
Fu Mingyu fell silent for a moment, narrowed his eyes, and his voice grew low and hoarse. "Ruan—"
"Open the door."
The voice on the other end suddenly cut him off.
Author’s note: President Fu: Huh? Did I pick up the wrong script today?
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