Fu Мingуu turnеd аrоund, lоoking at thе hоtеl rооm door as if hе сouldn’t quite bеlieve it.
“Whаt did уоu sау?”
“Sеems my bоyfriend isn’t just scared, but deаf tоo.”
Аs Ruan Siхiаn’s vоiсe fаdеd frоm thе оther еnd of the cаll, thе doоrbell rang immediаtely аfter.
Thе аsh оn his fingеrtiрs suddеnlу trembled, sсаttering sраrks оf light from thе baсk оf his hand—
Ruan Siхiаn stoоd at the doоrway, leаning оn hеr suitcаse to reliеvе thе strain оn hеr lеgs.
If shе hаd knоwn his hotеl wаs this massivе—requiring thrеe elеvatоr ridеs аnd cоuntlеss соrridors just to get frоm the entrance tо his room—she wоuldn’t have wоrn high heеls.
Аnd yеt, the person inside still hadn’t come to open the door.
“Are you hiding a woman in there?” Ruan Sixian raised her hand, ready to knock directly. “Then I’ll give you five seconds. One, two, three—”
The door in front of her suddenly swung open. Ruan Sixian’s hand hung in mid-air as she locked eyes with Fu Mingyu.
Huh?
Where was the ecstatic joy she had imagined?
Where was the overwhelming delight she had expected?
Why wasn’t he showing any expression?
Wasn’t he happy?
Wasn’t he surprised?
Fu Mingyu simply stared at her, his gaze dark and unreadable, his lips pressed tightly together.
Ruan Sixian frowned, about to speak, when her arm was suddenly seized. He pulled her into the room, and with her other hand gripping her suitcase tightly, she collided with the wall. A series of thuds echoed, accompanied by the forceful slam of the door. Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Before she could steady herself, Fu Mingyu had already pinned her against the door and kissed her fiercely.
Today, he wasn’t gentle at all—forceful and domineering, even the hand supporting her waist felt as if it might snap her in half.
Her breath was slowly stolen away, her limbs unable to relax, growing tenser by the moment.
Ruan Sixian clutched his shirt, each gasp swallowed by him, leaving only muffled sounds from her nose to wander the space, ambiguous and heavy with moisture.
“Mmm…” Her fingers dug into Fu Mingyu’s shoulders, using some force before her voice could slip thinly through their intertwined lips. “My feet hurt.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she was suddenly lifted into the air. Fu Mingyu held her by the waist, turned, and placed her on the table.
Before she could catch her breath, he braced his hands on the table and leaned over her again.
The air conditioning in the room was set low, and the table felt icy. A chill crept up from the base of Ruan Sixian’s thighs, intertwining with Fu Mingyu’s scorching, lingering breath, quickly draining her strength.
The shadows of the setting sun quietly slipped from the room. Just as Ruan Sixian’s consciousness began to sink, she suddenly felt Fu Mingyu’s hand slide down her calf and remove her shoes.
A pair of delicate stilettos were casually tossed onto the carpet, adding a touch of sensuality to the room’s already intimate atmosphere.
It was impossible to tell how much time had passed. The daylight had completely faded, and dim, half-hidden light spilled into the room, finally bringing a sense of quiet stability.
Fu Mingyu gently kissed Ruan Sixian’s lips one last time, then slid his arm beneath her knees and carried her to the sofa.
But Ruan Sixian felt like cursing.
Half-lying in Fu Mingyu’s arms, barefoot, her dress disheveled, the hair she had carefully styled before entering now completely undone, even her newly bought lipstick had been thoroughly kissed away.
Meanwhile, Fu Mingyu leisurely used his thumb to wipe the lipstick smudged on his lips.
To anyone who knew, it was clear she had come to visit her boyfriend. To those who didn’t, it might seem as if she had just been ravaged in a foreign land.
She looked up at Fu Mingyu, her eyes still misty with unshed tears.
“Hey.”Fu Mingyu reached out to massage her ankle, giving a soft "Mm."
Ruan Sixian kicked her legs. "Is this how you welcome me?"
"Hmm?" Fu Mingyu lowered his gaze to look at her. "You seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit."
Enjoying...
My foot.
Ruan Sixian grunted.
In her imagination, when she suddenly appeared after traveling a long distance, he should have opened his arms to embrace her as she rushed toward him, holding each other under the sunset, her skirt fluttering like a butterfly.
—That kind of artistic romance movie.
Yet he had unceremoniously pinned her against the door, acting out the prelude to a Japanese adult film.
—Just the prelude.
"Why did you come so suddenly?"
Fu Mingyu asked softly while massaging her ankle.
Because I missed you.
The words were about to slip out, but after a moment's thought, she turned her head away, fiddling with her hair, and said casually, "I was just passing by."
"Passing by?"
Fu Mingyu tilted his head, leaning down to look at her, but his hand slid upward from her ankle. "Then, should you leave something behind?"
"You—" Ruan Sixian shuddered all over, kicking him with her legs. "Are you even human?!"
Fu Mingyu held onto her squirming form, burying his head and chuckling softly. "Have you eaten?"
Ruan Sixian replied irritably, "What do you think? I just got off the plane."
"Then I'll take you out to eat?"
"No, I don't want to move."
"Mm." Fu Mingyu reached out to pick up his phone from the table. "I'll have someone deliver food."
"Then I'll get up and take a shower." Ruan Sixian struggled to sit up. "Singapore was so hot. I was sweating when I got off the plane."
"Don't move." Fu Mingyu pressed her back into his embrace. "Let me hold you a little longer."
The beam of the streetlight, carrying the vibrant glow of neon lights, flowed quietly through the room, casting shifting shadows on Ruan Sixian's face, flickering like illusions.
Fu Mingyu didn't speak, resting his chin on her forehead, his palm gently stroking Ruan Sixian's back.
How many times had he longed to hold her like this, only to hear her voice through the phone, as if she were right there, yet his arms remained empty.
It was only at this moment that Ruan Sixian truly and intensely felt his attachment from the aura surrounding him.
"You must have..." Ruan Sixian reached out to touch his chin. "Missed me a lot, right?"
Her tone was light, as if she were asking casually.
And Fu Mingyu didn't deny it. "Mm."
"How much?"
Fu Mingyu lowered his gaze to look at her eyelashes, so thick they cast a shadow on her lower eyelids.
The person in his arms was now a very real presence.
"Haunted my dreams."
Ruan Sixian suddenly gritted her teeth, pinching his chin hard with her fingers.
"I suspect they were wet dreams."
Fu Mingyu was taken aback for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"You can interpret it that way if you want."
He tightened his arms around her. "After all, in dreams, there's no need to hold back."
"..."
The doorbell rang at that moment. Ruan Sixian broke free from him and sat on the other side, kicking him with her foot.
"Go get the food."
Fu Mingyu glanced at her, crossed his legs, and used the remote to open the door.
The hotel butler entered with a server, pushing a cart and arranging the dinner on the table one by one.
After they left, Fu Mingyu stood up and beckoned to Ruan Sixian with a hook of his finger.
"Let's eat."
Ruan Sixian jumped off the sofa barefoot. Smelling the aroma of the food, she suddenly felt energized and skipped over to follow him.
As she passed the desk, she noticed something and glanced back, her footsteps halting."What is this?" Ruan Sixian picked up the medicine bottle. "Are you sick?"
The label was covered in specialized English terms, none of which she could understand.
"Yeah," Fu Mingyu replied, sitting down at the dining table. "A cold."
Ruan Sixian walked over and pressed the back of her hand against his forehead. "No wonder you felt so warm today. Do you have a fever?"
Fu Mingyu grabbed her hand and pulled her down to sit beside him. "It's not that serious, just a minor issue."
He was only experiencing a loss of appetite and a headache.
As for feeling warm...
What man wouldn’t feel warm while kissing his girlfriend?
Fu Mingyu scooped rice into a bowl and handed it to Ruan Sixian. "When are you heading back?"
"My flight is tomorrow at noon."
Ruan Sixian bit her chopsticks and glanced at him. "By the way, who sent you that photo today?"
Fu Mingyu tossed his phone to her.
"Yan An?" Ruan Sixian blinked. "He’s quite the romantic, huh? Going to the movies first thing in the morning."
"Aren’t you just as romantic?" Fu Mingyu sneered.
Ruan Sixian pouted, sounding helpless. "Well, I... booked a noon flight and was bored this morning, so I thought I’d kill some time by watching a movie."
"Hmm." Fu Mingyu only served himself a bowl of soup, responding briefly before falling silent.
Seeing he hadn’t even picked up his chopsticks, Ruan Sixian asked, "Aren’t you going to eat?"
"Just the soup is fine," Fu Mingyu said. "I don’t have an appetite."
Ruan Sixian paused. "Is your stomach bothering you again?"
"A little."
She set down her chopsticks, stared at the food for a moment, and suggested, "Should I switch this out for some congee for you?"
Fu Mingyu put down his soup bowl and said calmly, "No need. I can’t eat. Just focus on your meal and stop talking."
His expression was composed, his hand resting against his chin, but he did seem somewhat unwell.
Ruan Sixian stood up to pour a glass of hot water. "Then take your medicine."
As if completing a task, Fu Mingyu took the medicine and even raised an eyebrow at her.
After finishing her meal, Ruan Sixian set down her chopsticks, elegantly wiped her mouth, and said, "I’m a bit full."
Fu Mingyu stood up, adjusting his cuffs. "I’ll take you for a walk."
"I didn’t bring any flats," Ruan Sixian said, swinging her legs under the table. "My feet hurt."
Without a word, Fu Mingyu made a call.
Soon after, someone delivered a brand-new pair of women’s flats.
Ruan Sixian looked at the shoes and sighed.
"It’s nice to have money."
Walking in them, she felt as if she were being supported by several palace maids with every step.
As the evening heat faded, occasional cool breezes drifted by.
Fu Mingyu’s hotel was located in the central business district, surrounded by skyscrapers. The world of steel and concrete wasn’t particularly interesting, so they strolled around Merlion Park instead.
Ruan Sixian linked arms with Fu Mingyu, dragging her steps slowly, trying to stretch out their time together.
"After finishing my F3 exam next week, I’ll be taking the high-altitude route qualification test," she said as a child ran past, nearly tripping. Ruan Sixian instinctively reached out to steady them. "I want to fly longer routes."
But obtaining a high-altitude route qualification required theoretical training, simulator checks, and route inspections—no easier than the grade exams.
"You’re quite busy," Fu Mingyu remarked. "Not a single day of rest."
"Well, I want a raise."
"Did you already spend the bonus I gave you last time?""How could I not, I'm saving it." Ruan Sixian raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly. "The longer the number on the card, the more secure I feel."
Fu Mingyu let out a light scoff.
Although the evening breeze in the park was pleasant, it was still summer, and Ruan Sixian felt sticky all over.
After returning to the hotel, she planned to take a shower, but first, she needed to remove her makeup.
"Why don't you go shower first?" Ruan Sixian said without looking back as she pulled out her bottles and jars from her suitcase. "I'll need to shower after I remove my makeup."
Fu Mingyu complied and went.
Half an hour later, he emerged from the bathroom to find Ruan Sixian sitting on the sofa, bare-faced, but with an unhappy expression.
"What's wrong?"
Ruan Sixian coughed awkwardly. "I forgot to bring my pajamas."
Fu Mingyu raised an eyebrow. "So?"
So?
So??
Ruan Sixian lowered her voice and emphasized again, "I forgot to bring my pajamas!"
He tossed back a nonchalant remark, "Then don't wear any."
"Fu Mingyu, listen to yourself. Is that even human language?"
Ruan Sixian crossed her arms. "Then I won't sleep. You can just watch me die of exhaustion right here."
As Fu Mingyu walked toward the sofa, he suddenly remembered something and turned toward the room. "Then I'll find something for you."
Huh?
Ruan Sixian turned around, leaning over the back of the sofa to watch him.
"You have women's pajamas here? Fu Mingyu, have you done something you shouldn't have? Confess now, and I'll spare you a whole corpse. Otherwise, you'll be on the local Singapore news tomorrow: 'Chinese man brutally murdered in hotel, gruesome death, blood flowing from all seven orifices—'"
Before she could finish, a pristine white shirt was placed in front of her.
"Wear this."
"..."
Ruan Sixian stared at Fu Mingyu in disbelief.
"Fu Mingyu, I think you're really a bit of a pervert."
"How am I a pervert?" Fu Mingyu found it amusing. "This shirt can be worn directly as a dress on you—loose and comfortable. Why can't it be used as pajamas?"
"I'm not wearing it."
"Then there's nothing else."
"Call someone to bring me a set, like you did earlier."
"Little sister, look at the time. Don't they get off work?"
"You—"
Fu Mingyu walked to the table, checked the time, and took his medication again as prescribed by the doctor.
After swallowing it with water, he leaned back, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples.
Seeing his sickly appearance, Ruan Sixian suddenly curled her lips into a smile.
This dog of a man, weak body, no strength, but full of tricks.
"Fine."
She picked up the shirt and walked into the bathroom.
When the sound of water came from inside, Fu Mingyu glanced back. The frosted glass reflected a blurry, graceful silhouette.
He lowered his gaze. In front of him was a maintenance support plan for flight routes from the Singapore operations department's maintenance division.
By the time he finished reviewing the plan carefully, Ruan Sixian had just emerged from the bathroom.
The oversized white shirt hung loosely on her, the curves of her upper body faintly visible, and her long legs were barely covered to the tops of her thighs.
With her hands behind her back, she tiptoed to Fu Mingyu's desk, bent over, and propped her chin on her elbows.
"President Fu."
Fu Mingyu glanced at her, his expression indifferent, and ignored her.
"Brother." Ruan Sixian reached out and tugged at his sleeve. "Aren't you going to sleep?"
Fu Mingyu flipped a page of the document, still ignoring her.
Ruan Sixian smiled at him, tilting her head slightly. "Still working?""What do you want?" Fu Mingyu glanced at her lightly.
"I saw you haven’t eaten, barely rested, and took medicine, so I wanted to remind you to sleep early."
Her face wore a cheerful smile, but under the table, her foot gently brushed against his calf.
Yet Fu Mingyu showed no reaction, only turning to look at her. Under the glow of the floor lamp by the desk, his gaze was deep and shadowed.
Ruan Sixian snorted inwardly.
So he’s all talk and no action, yet still putting on a show.
She took two steps back, leaning against the sofa, one leg stretched out and the other slightly bent.
"So hardworking, still working this late."
After saying that, she lifted the hem of her clothes, swayed her hips flirtatiously, and turned to walk toward the bedroom. "I’ll sleep first, then."
"Wait."
A low, hoarse voice suddenly came from behind.
Hearing that tone, Ruan Sixian’s heart sank.
Before she could turn around, he scooped her up and placed her on the desk.
Pens and papers scattered, hitting the carpet with dull thuds.
Seeing the intensity in his eyes, Ruan Sixian instinctively leaned back.
Fu Mingyu braced his hands on the desk, leaning in closer.
Ruan Sixian swallowed hard, her ears beginning to flush.
Fu Mingyu’s gaze was dark and penetrating, fixed intently on her as his Adam’s apple bobbed.
Ruan Sixian’s breathing grew uneven, her hands gripping the edge of the desk tightly.
Damn it!!!
Wasn’t he supposed to be incapable?!
That night, Ruan Sixian learned what it meant to lift a stone only to drop it on her own foot.
And to never judge a man’s explosive power when driven by lust based on his physical condition.
Scattered files under the desk, clothes strewn across the sofa, handprints on the bathroom mirror...
Finally, Ruan Sixian lay curled up on the bed like a shrimp.
Her hair was damp with sweat, clinging uncomfortably to her cheeks, yet she didn’t move.
Fu Mingyu wanted to carry her to the bath. He leaned over the bed, pulled back the covers, but as soon as he touched her shoulder, she frowned and snapped, "Get lost!"
"..."
"What’s wrong with you?"
Fu Mingyu paused, then pressed his hand against her shoulder, a hint of amusement in his voice. "All bold before, but telling me to get lost after?"
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