The car was now parked on the roadside of a residential area. There weren’t many pedestrians around, and it was quiet except for the occasional car horn.

Ruan Sixian looked through the car window at Fu Mingyu’s silhouette, standing there all alone with a cigarette between his lips. His lighter made a “click” sound as it ignited, and he tilted his head to light the cigarette. White smoke rose in wisps before his face.

While she was still confused, Fu Mingyu glanced back at her. Their eyes met, but he quickly looked away as if nothing had happened.

???

Ruan Sixian leaned against the window, her mind full of question marks.

What’s wrong with this man?

What’s wrong with me answering a phone call? Where did this inexplicable temper come from?

At that moment, her phone rang again.

Ruan Sixian instinctively wanted to reject it, but fortunately, she took another look—it was a call from the bank.

It was someone promoting financial products. After chatting briefly with no interest, Ruan Sixian made an excuse about being busy and hung up.

At the same time, Fu Mingyu turned back, the cigarette between his index and middle fingers only half-burned.

Ruan Sixian sensed he had something to say, so she rolled down the window.

But after staring at each other for a while, neither of them spoke.

By the time the cigarette had slowly burned to its end, Fu Mingyu finally stubbed it out and got back into the car.

While fastening his seatbelt, he asked, “Finished chatting so quickly?”

?

What would I have to chat about with a financial product salesperson?

Ruan Sixian had had enough of his inexplicable cold shoulder today and didn’t want to tolerate it anymore.

Since you don’t want to pay attention to me, I won’t bother you either.

With this thought, Ruan Sixian was about to get out of the car, but as her hand touched the seatbelt, an idea suddenly flashed through her mind.

She looked up and examined him carefully. The idea in her mind gradually took shape, and a faint smile slowly appeared in her eyes.

No wonder his whole demeanor had been off today. Could it be that he was jealous?

The air in this car is so sour!

One person in the car had a sullen face, while the other was smiling as if nothing was wrong. The contrast was too obvious, making the one with the low mood even more irritable.

Fu Mingyu slowly started the car and drove onto the open road. With his eyebrows slightly raised and his gaze fixed on the traffic light ahead, he said casually, “Chatting on the phone makes you that happy?”

Happy?

You’re just too funny, okay? How old are you to be jealous like an elementary school student?

“Are you jealous? Jealous of a telemarketer?”

He didn’t respond, while Ruan Sixian’s smile had nearly reached her ears. Afraid that the person beside her would notice her unrestrained smile and kill her out of embarrassment, she bent down and covered her face with both hands.

But even so, her laughter still leaked through her fingers.

What Ruan Sixian didn’t know was that from Fu Mingyu’s perspective, her attempt to conceal her laughter wasn’t working at all.

—In fact, it was adding fuel to the fire.

Fu Mingyu pressed down hard on the accelerator, and the car suddenly sped up. Due to inertia, Ruan Sixian bounced back with a “thud” against the seat. The bangs that had been tucked behind her ear scattered across her face, making her look like a disheveled mess.

???

Ruan Sixian stared blankly at the few strands of hair in front of her eyes, stunned and unable to recover.

What kind of temper is this? Are you pursuing me, or am I pursuing you?

If this is your temperament before you’ve even gotten the position, won’t it be impossible once you’re in it?

Is this how you pursue someone?

Even after returning to the Mingchen Apartments, Ruan Sixian hadn’t spoken another word to Fu Mingyu.

After she slammed the car door and got out, Fu Mingyu drove away immediately.

Bai Yang was still waiting for him at the Shihang Building. The final executive meeting regarding the flight quality monitoring reform will be held tomorrow, with the entire company leadership attending.

By now, the matter was settled, but there were still those who opposed it.

Seeing Fu Mingyu’s grim face, Bai Yang felt uneasy and nervously handed him tomorrow’s meeting agenda for review.

Fu Mingyu took it, but just then his phone rang. So he put the agenda aside to check the message.

Zhu Dong had sent several messages about new routes at Lincheng Airport for the autumn and winter season change, wanting to find time to discuss with him.

Fu Mingyu replied with a simple “OK.” As he exited the chat, he noticed a red dot on the Moments tab.

He inexplicably clicked on it and, sure enough, saw Ruan Sixian’s small avatar in the top right corner.

“Give you a bit of sunshine and you’re radiant, give you some flood and you’re overflowing, give you a cotton jacket and you’re sweating, give you a broken pouch and you crawl inside to lay eggs!”

Fu Mingyu stared at these words for quite a while, not sure whether to feel angry or amused.

Who was this moment post cursing at? There was no need to ask.

Ruan Sixian also thought Fu Mingyu should know very well.

But two minutes later, she noticed a familiar avatar appearing in the like list.

A like?

Still like it?

Somehow, Ruan Sixian got a sense of “I’ve read it but I don’t care” from this like.

Does he have any self-awareness?

I’m cursing you, Aisin Gioro Mingyu!

Besides that, Bian Xuan also commented: Who are you cursing now? [question][question][question]

Before Ruan Sixian could type, Si Xiaozhen quickly replied to Bian Xuan: Who else could it be?

Bian Xuan: Fighting again?

Si Xiaozhen: What fighting? They’re flirting through bickering.

Bian Xuan: Using Moments as a love nest, I’m blocking you.

Si Xiaozhen: Me too, can’t take it anymore.

Ruan Sixian:?

Is this flirting through bickering?

This is genuine, heartfelt cursing, okay?

Ruan Sixian solemnly decided to give Fu Mingyu the cold shoulder for two days, to cool down his warm water—otherwise, he’d get so high on himself that the water would boil without him even noticing.

However, in the next two days, Ruan Sixian didn’t see Fu Mingyu at all, so she didn’t even have a chance to show her attitude.

He hadn’t called or messaged her either.

That’s some strong jealousy.

Ruan Sixian saw Fu Mingyu again two days later, at the entrance of the flight department’s conference room.

That afternoon, after returning from a flight, she was walking past with her flight suitcase when she saw a crowd of people coming out, some looking happy, others frowning.

Fu Mingyu, who was at the front, had a calm expression, showing no emotion except for a faint trace of weariness in his eyes.

After leaving the conference room, the attendees returned to their respective offices, while Fu Mingyu was followed by Bai Yang and several assistants, walking in the other direction.

They were far apart, and Fu Mingyu hadn’t noticed Ruan Sixian at all.

Several colleagues around were whispering about something. Ruan Sixian took her eyes off Fu Mingyu and went over to ask, “What are you talking about?”

Captain Fan: “Haven’t you been following the group chat?”

Ruan Sixian shook her head.

Captain Fan said, “The flight quality monitoring reform has been discussed for several months, right? But the final result was never decided.”

Ever since Co-pilot Yu had to make an emergency landing due to acute cholecystitis a few months ago, all pilots at Shihang Airlines have been quietly following the progress of this matter.

But they were just following, without much expectation.

There had been proposals for reform before, but due to obstacles in manpower, resources, and practical situations, they eventually came to nothing.

This time, the person handling this matter was Fu Mingyu.

It wasn’t that they didn’t trust him—everyone had seen his work capabilities—but they felt that something even Special Assistant Hu couldn’t accomplish in the past would not see much breakthrough with Fu Mingyu.

Moreover, even Director Fu maintained a neutral stance on this reform.

Someone pointed at the conference room door and continued, “It seems like the meeting yesterday was supposed to reach a decision, but it went on for seven or eight hours with constant opposition. Then they convened another meeting today, and we don’t know if they’ll conclude.”

After various discussions, Captain Fan finally concluded, “Well, let’s stop guessing. This isn’t something we can decide anyway. We’ll know the result soon enough.”

With that, he turned and left, muttering with his hands behind his back, “If Mr. Fu could overthrow the old system, that would be great, sigh…”

Ruan Sixian looked back at the glass corridor, where Fu Mingyu’s tall figure was faintly visible.

She watched for quite a while and vaguely felt that Fu Mingyu had indeed lost weight recently.

No wonder he looked so tired today—two consecutive days of lengthy meetings, are you even human?

Ruan Sixian bit her finger and looked back at the glass corridor, but Fu Mingyu’s figure had already disappeared.

Two hours later, the release of two documents stirred up all employee groups in Shihang’s flight department.

One was the “Flight Quality Monitoring Management Regulations (2019 Trial),” and the other was the “Negative List for Flight Data Application.”

Ruan Sixian read through these two documents carefully. When she returned to the WeChat conversation, the chat records in several groups were all “99,” clearly showing everyone’s excitement.

After all, there had been too many cases of pilots being indirectly punished because of QAR, and even some accidents were attributed to the psychological impact of QAR incidents and punishments on pilots.

Now that the reform plan was released, completely abandoning the practice of punishment-as-management that had been followed for nearly twenty years, and replacing it with a positive and safe environment, who wouldn’t be excited?

The tone in the colleague groups gradually shifted to praising Fu Mingyu, and even the shared Moments links didn’t forget to thank Director Fu. No one cared that he probably couldn’t see these messages; they were just genuinely grateful.

Ruan Sixian felt that her passionate cursing seemed oddly out of place among all the praise, so she quietly deleted that post.

After thinking about it, she still felt a bit guilty.

Fu Mingyu had been working day and night to reform the working environment for pilots like them, fighting a battle of wits with a bunch of old foxes, getting so tired that he had lost weight, and she was still holding a grudge against him for stepping on the gas pedal.

Looking at it this way, just deleting that Moments post wasn’t enough.

So Ruan Sixian shared the link about the flight quality monitoring reform that Captain Fan had posted.

Just as she was about to press the send button, Ruan Sixian paused.

Simply sharing it might not show Fu Mingyu her sincerity.

So what should she do?

She couldn’t just excessively praise him like the others in the group, could she?

She glanced at the text Captain Fan had attached and thought it was quite fair, genuinely praising Fu Mingyu’s actions in a balanced and sincere way. Fu Mingyu should be able to feel that, right?

So Ruan Sixian casually copied Captain Fan’s original words.

Within a few minutes after posting, Fu Mingyu had liked it.

Ruan Sixian watched his avatar appear in the like list, smiled with a curl of her lips, and the guilt in her heart immediately vanished.

The next second, Fu Mingyu sent her a message.

This was the first time Fu Mingyu had initiated a message to her in these two days.

[Fu Mingyu]: Love me forever?

[Fu Mingyu]: Follow me forever?

Ruan Sixian:?

What kind of flirtatious nonsense is this man saying?

[Ruan Sixian]: What bird language are you speaking?

Fu Mingyu didn’t reply.

Ruan Sixian continued to message him, determined to find out the reason for his flirtation.

[Ruan Sixian]: Did you send it to the wrong person?

After waiting a while, there was still no response.

Ruan Sixian increasingly believed he had sent it to the wrong person.

Such intimate words came out of nowhere—she didn’t know which woman he was flirting with.

This dog of a man is keeping a harem?!

Ruan Sixian was so angry she was grinding her teeth, and her fingers nearly broke through the screen as she typed.

[Ruan Sixian]: Are you mass texting?

[Ruan Sixian]: Sending it to other girls, huh?

[Ruan Sixian]: Fu Mingyu, your harem is really big 🙂

After sending these three messages,

Ruan Sixian waited for a minute, but Fu Mingyu still didn’t reply.

Fine, so the dog man was indeed caught having a harem.

Go lie on my blacklist!

Ruan Sixian laughed coldly in anger and was about to block him when he finally replied with a message.

He sent a screenshot of the link Ruan Sixian had just shared, with her attached text of over a hundred words, too long to fit in the preview.

He had clicked “expand,” taken the screenshot, and specifically highlighted the last two sentences in red.

When Ruan Sixian saw this screenshot, her scalp immediately tingled with embarrassment.

—”Our Shihang Airlines didn’t wait for a bigger accident to push for QAR reform, because those accidents might be beyond what any pilot or company could bear! Shihang’s approach is the correct way to use QAR for flight quality monitoring, which can truly improve flight technology and aviation safety, rather than using QAR incidents to punish pilots—such a low-level approach where a good tool is misused. It’s like giving a soldier a sharp blade, only for the soldier to use it for indiscriminate killing. Thank you for your hard work, Director Fu! Love you forever! Follow you forever!”

Ruan Sixian: “…?”

When she had casually copied it earlier, she only thought Captain Fan’s praise was genuine and simple, and she hadn’t even read to the end before copying. She didn’t expect Captain Fan to finish with such a heartfelt and straightforward expression.

Why is a man in his fifties still so flirtatious???

While Ruan Sixian was embarrassed, Fu Mingyu sent another message.

[Fu Mingyu]: Be more careful when copying next time.

Ruan Sixian: “…”

[Fu Mingyu]: Also, I don’t have other girls.

[Fu Mingyu]: Only you.