Since learning that Ruan Sixian was the flight attendant who had brought him coffee three times years ago, Fu Mingyu understood the source of her occasional hostility toward him.

But if she had hostility toward him, why return to World Airlines?

After all, Yan An liked her, and he could afford to pay her whatever she asked. What was wrong with them being together at North Aviation?

So he believed that Ruan Sixian either harbored a grudge and wanted to come back to prove something to him, or she simply wanted to return to anger him.

From this perspective, his words just now seemed objective.

But even a book of nearly 100,000 words can be interpreted by readers in a thousand different ways as Hamlet, let alone Fu Mingyu’s overly concise wording, which left infinite room for interpretation.

Ruan Sixian was about to explode from her interpretation.

How?!

Dare?!

He?!

“Is your nose a slide or your eyes a swimming pool? Can your eyelashes swing on a swing or do your abs go clubbing? Do you think your looks make people want to love the motherland and protect the earth after one glance? For you? You’re so capable, why be a CEO when you can just ascend to heaven directly!”

Ruan Sixian finished her tirade in one breath without pausing, giving Fu Mingyu no chance to speak before turning and heading into the stairwell.

She didn’t even want to wait for the elevator; she couldn’t bear to stay with Fu Mingyu for another moment.

As for Fu Mingyu, he was furious too.

Seeing Ruan Sixian take the stairs, he even found it amusing.

Did she dislike him that much?

Yan An’s ex-girlfriend had almost torn the roof off her house, yet she could still chat happily with Yan An.

But because he had misunderstood her once in the past, she held a grudge until now?

And she had just told Yan An she wasn’t a petty person?

So she gave her magnanimity to others and saved her pettiness for him?

Fu Mingyu was fuming as he turned and left.

He felt that he must be sick to leave his mansion and come to this less than 300-square-meter snail shell.

Ruan Sixian climbed more than ten floors, breaking out in a sweat, and headed straight to the bathroom for a shower.

The hot water poured over her head, bringing a refreshing sensation.

She dried her hair, meticulously applied moisturizer, and lay fragrant and comfortable on the bed, but she couldn’t sleep.

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Fu Mingyu’s face standing before her, saying, “For me?”

Who gave him such confidence?!

Had growing up hearing flattery since childhood damaged his brain?!

Who would do anything for you?

Who would do anything for YOU?

Ruan Sixian tossed and turned, finally picking up her phone and causing a commotion in the group chat.

Ruan Sixian: @Bian Xuan! @Si Xiaozhen! Come out!!!

[Bian Xuan]: Is there gossip? I’m here, I’m here!

Si Xiaozhen: [Ears] [Ears] [Ears]

Ruan Sixian: Not gossip, just ranting about that idiot Fu Mingyu!

With everyone present, Ruan Sixian found typing unsatisfying and sent four one-minute voice messages instead.

[Bian Xuan]: Too long, not listening, bye-bye, going to attend to customers.

A few minutes later, Si Xiaozhen, who had obediently listened to everything, didn’t know what to say and sent a speechless expression.

So Ruan Sixian began her one-sided rant.

Bian Xuan went to attend to her customers. Seeing so many messages in the group, almost all from Ruan Sixian, she couldn’t resist her curiosity and clicked to listen.

[Bian Xuan]: Hearing you talk like this, I’m curious about this guy. I regret not looking at him carefully that year in London. Does anyone have photos? Let me see.

Ruan Sixian: No, why would I have his photos on my phone? Do I want my phone to crash?

Si Xiaozhen: I know where to find one! Wait a minute!

Soon after, Si Xiaozhen threw a picture into the group.

It was from a domestic aviation magazine from February this year, focusing on international treaties about aviation environmental protection. Fu Mingyu, who represented World Airlines in signing the treaty, was naturally one of the main interviewees in this issue.

The inside page included a photo of him signing the treaty.

Behind him was a huge backdrop, simply marking the theme. Fu Mingyu stood in the middle, shaking hands with several white men.

Because of the cameras around, he displayed an appropriate smile, softening his sharp qualities and highlighting some gentleness.

[Bian Xuan]: To be honest, looking at this photo, I think he has the right to be narcissistic.

[Bian Xuan]: This is an unretouched raw image!

[Bian Xuan]: End of statement.

Ruan Sixian: Leaving the group.

Though she didn’t leave the group, Ruan Sixian stopped participating in the chat.

She opened the photo and looked at it for several minutes.

Were these two serious?

People who didn’t know might think Fu Mingyu had been on the cover of “Gentlemen’s Quarterly.”

Thinking of this, Ruan Sixian angrily opened her music app and shared a song with her Moments.

She hoped he would hear this song tomorrow and gain some self-awareness.

However, a night passed.

When Ruan Sixian woke up, she opened WeChat and saw over a hundred likes and dozens of comments on her Moments.

She scrolled through them one by one but didn’t see any activity from Fu Mingyu.

Suddenly feeling like she had punched cotton, Ruan Sixian buried herself under the covers for a good while before getting up.

Fu Mingyu rarely browsed Moments.

Besides, last night on his way back to Lake Light Mansion, he had received a company call and immediately returned to handle matters, connecting with the European Operations Department, and was busy until noon today.

Someone else took over the next tasks, so Fu Mingyu went home to catch up on sleep.

When he woke up, it was already seven in the evening.

Looking out through the floor-to-ceiling window of his room, the reflection of the sunset rippled in the center of the lake, shadowy and indistinct, suddenly scattered by the wind, rippling outward in circles.

Fu Mingyu picked up his phone and glanced at today’s real-time flight monitoring situation.

Scanning down line by line, his gaze suddenly fixed on a row of data in the middle.

World Airlines 1569, aircraft type ACJ31, returned and was delayed due to weather, and still not taken off.

Fu Mingyu thought of Ruan Sixian on this flight and curved his lips in satisfaction.

He put down his phone and took a shower. When he returned, there was a missed call from Zhu Dong.

Fu Mingyu called back.

“What is it?”

“It’s Zheng Shan’s birthday tonight, did you forget?”

Fu Mingyu opened his calendar and looked. He had indeed forgotten.

Zhu Dong: “You’re something else. Bai Yang delivered the gift this morning, and I thought you remembered, but it turns out it was just your secretary who remembered?”

Fu Mingyu: “Alright, I’m coming now.”

Since it was his friend’s girlfriend’s birthday party, Fu Mingyu just changed into some casual clothes and headed out.

The birthday party was at a private club in the southern suburbs. Fu Mingyu was indeed the last to arrive.

As Zhu Dong’s girlfriend, Zheng Shan didn’t dare say anything to him.

His presence alone was already giving her face.

Most of the people present today were acquaintances, all invited by Zhu Dong to celebrate Zheng Shan’s birthday.

Fu Mingyu took his seat, directly across from Yan An.

Seeing him immediately reminded Fu Mingyu of last night’s events, and his eyes darkened again.

Yan An had already taken off his jacket and unbuttoned several buttons. His face and neck were flushed red.

He had already drunk quite a bit and was whispering something to the person beside him.

Fu Mingyu’s side was quieter. Zhu Dong sat on his right, and an unfamiliar woman on his left.

Since Fu Mingyu sat down, he hadn’t spoken. Everyone could see he wasn’t in high spirits, and except for those particularly close to him like Zhu Dong, no one else dared to initiate conversation.

After several rounds of drinks, the table’s conversation never seemed to end.

Fu Mingyu was even a bit annoyed and wanted to leave early.

Just as he was thinking of finding an appropriate opportunity to speak up, someone suddenly raised their chin toward Yan An.

“Director Yan, what about that female pilot you mentioned last time? It’s been so long, have you won her over?”

Fu Mingyu glanced at Yan An, then picked up his wine glass again, bringing it to his lips for just a small sip.

“It’s over, it’s over!”

Yan An hadn’t drunk that much, but a dejected person can turn three parts of alcohol into seven. At this moment, he had no reservations and spoke the frustration in his heart, “It’s all Chang Xiaoyi’s fault. She rushed to her home the morning before yesterday and upset her. Last night she just told me goodbye.”

“She said goodbye to you just like that?”

“Of course, last night she killed me and clear.”

Fu Mingyu put down his wine glass and wiped the non-existent wine stain at the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

Although it wasn’t good to say, Fu Mingyu knew he was somewhat happy now.

The depression that had been bottled up in his chest all day was completely dispersed at this moment.

If he didn’t conceal his smile and let people see it, it would be bad to earn the crime of schadenfreude.

The conversation on the other side continued.

“You’re just going to let it go like this? Women, you know, often need to be coaxed. If she says it’s over and you accept it, what kind of pursuit is that? Won’t you try again?”

“When I went home yesterday, I was thinking of coaxing her back after she calmed down.”

Yan An paused here, and the attention of the entire table was on him, waiting for what he would say next.

This naturally included Fu Mingyu.

It’s just that he was savoring his wine slowly, not making it so obvious.

Yan An seemed troubled, originally not wanting to say it in front of so many people.

But everyone was looking at him, and as the alcohol hit, he didn’t care anymore.

“Last night she shared a song in her Moments. I clicked to listen and felt like she was cursing me out. Forget it, it’s over. If she looks down on me like this, why would I embarrass myself?”

Someone asked him what song it was, but naturally, he refused to say at all costs.

Meanwhile, Fu Mingyu nonchalantly took out his phone, clicked into Ruan Sixian’s Moments, and indeed saw that she had shared a song called “GQ” last night.

After the gathering dispersed, the night was deep.

Fu Mingyu had drunk some alcohol, and drowsiness came over him again.

He closed his eyes to rest and opened the window slightly to let the night breeze blow in and dispel the effects of the alcohol.

Suddenly remembering something, Fu Mingyu took out his phone, clicked into Ruan Sixian’s Moments again, and opened that song.

Two seconds later, an extremely… distinctive voice rang out in the car.

The car was very quiet, so this music was particularly clear in Fu Mingyu’s ears.

—Every word was very clear.

“Stop wasting my time Even on a cover of GQ I ain’t ever going home with you I’m kinda different to the girl next door I’m looking for something more You’re barking up the wrong tree”

The song abruptly stopped.

The driver glanced at Fu Mingyu’s unsettled expression in the rearview mirror, not daring to say a word.

Fu Mingyu held his phone, looking out the window with a dark face.

It wasn’t that he was overthinking, but he seriously doubted whether Ruan Sixian was cursing Yan An or him.