No one knew how much time had passed. The meeting room door was slightly ajar, and as more people passed by, Jiang Ziyue coughed twice. “Alright, stop fooling around. The captain will be here soon.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the meeting room door was pushed open, but it was Wang Lekang who entered.

His usually smiling face was crumpled into a frown, dark as thunderclouds. Everyone could guess something unpleasant had happened.

The room full of people exchanged glances, no one daring to speak first, only staring at Wang Lekang with bated breath.

Wang Lekang stood at the head of the conference table, full of anger he wanted to release, his expression changing repeatedly.

However, being naturally mild-mannered, he rarely shouted even when angry. In the end, he simply pointed at several people in front of him.

“Have you all forgotten what we discussed in the last meeting? I’m telling you, behave yourselves from now on. Do whatever you want after work, but during working hours, behave properly. If anyone tries any more nonsense, you’re all fired!”

Ruan Sixian frowned slightly.

She was planning to deliver the letter to Fu Mingyu on the plane.

Was Wang Lekang referring to her?

Surely not—he couldn’t know anything about it.

But when feeling guilty, one tends to find hidden meaning in every glance. Ruan Sixian looked up, trying to find some clues in Wang Lekang’s face, but all she saw was his angry back and the door still slightly trembling from being slammed.

The room full of people was left bewildered.

—”What’s wrong with the boss?”

—”Who knows? Menopause perhaps?”

—”Who provoked him?”

Someone suddenly had a realization. “Is it because President Fu is on this flight today?”

—”No way, we were just talking. How would he know?”

“That’s enough.” As the chief attendant, Jiang Ziyue vaguely sensed it was related to their earlier jokes. “Get ready for boarding.”

In the end, no one could be certain why Wang Lekang was angry, but they genuinely didn’t dare misbehave. Once on the plane, everyone behaved like emotionless robots.

After the captain completed his walk-around inspection, the boarding gate prepared to admit the first-class passengers first.

But before that, they had to welcome a special guest.

The captain led the flight crew, and Jiang Ziyue led the cabin crew, all standing respectfully at the cabin entrance.

Ruan Sixian should have been in the second row, but being the tallest, she stood out in the crowd, so she automatically moved to the last row.

Half a minute later, the person everyone was waiting for finally appeared from the jet bridge.

In that instant, Ruan Sixian felt a subtle change in the atmosphere around her. Several flight attendants nearby leaned forward slightly.

The predawn darkness was as thick as ink, with only the bright white light of the corridor illuminating the way.

Fu Mingyu strode forward, holding his phone, in the middle of a call.

As he approached the cabin entrance and saw the imposing group of people, he frowned almost imperceptibly, then hung up the phone.

Behind him followed a young man of similar age, likely his assistant or secretary.

One after the other, they entered the plane, scanning the crowd with a glance.

The spacious aircraft somehow developed an oppressive atmosphere.

Ruan Sixian secretly observed him, her heart pounding.

She had been foolish to believe Si Xiaozhen, actually hoping such a person could show a moment of softness.

This man had “I have no heart” written all over him.

The captain, an older man, smiled warmly and said, “President Fu, welcome aboard this flight.”

Fu Mingyu shook his hand, said a brief “Thank you for your hard work,” then looked toward the cabin crew, unexpectedly meeting Ruan Sixian’s observing gaze.

Their eyes met, and before Ruan Sixian could react, he looked away and proceeded into first class.

An undisguised dismissal.

Ruan Sixian even wondered if that brief eye contact had been her imagination.

After the aircraft entered cruise mode, the flight attendants began their service. In the galley, the first-class attendants couldn’t help quietly discussing Fu Mingyu, who was now seated in the front row.

Ruan Sixian also stole a few glances at Fu Mingyu when passing by him.

He sat in the same row as his secretary, with the reading light above him turned on, accentuating the contours of his face.

In person, he was even more handsome than in photos.

Such a person—the chairman’s son, parachuted into a high position at such a young age—no wonder people would fantasize about him.

Ruan Sixian touched the letter in her pocket, having second thoughts countless times.

There aren’t that many people whose appearance betrays their true nature. Fu Mingyu’s entire demeanor showed he had always stood above the clouds. Even hoping he was one-tenth as approachable as a regular person was wishful thinking, let alone expecting anything more.

But as Si Xiaozhen said, trying wouldn’t hurt; they could just move on if it didn’t work.

With this thought, Ruan Sixian slowed her pace, contemplating how to approach him.

Conveniently, it was time to serve coffee. Ruan Sixian felt a bit motivated and immediately walked toward the galley.

Jiang Ziyue was also preparing food beside her, making faces at the refrigerator and muttering to herself.

Ruan Sixian, preoccupied with her thoughts, didn’t pay attention until Jiang Ziyue nudged her.

“What are you daydreaming about?”

Ruan Sixian coughed twice to cover her embarrassment. “What did you just say? I was concentrating on the coffee temperature.”

Jiang Ziyue carefully glanced toward the cabin and said, “Let’s switch in a bit. You serve the people on the left side, and I’ll take the right.”

The right side—where Fu Mingyu sat.

Ruan Sixian pursed her lips, not immediately agreeing.

Jiang Ziyue gently bumped her with her shoulder. “Is that okay?”

Ruan Sixian smiled and agreed, but asked, “Why, though?”

Jiang Ziyue was arranging fruit on a plate, staring at an orange, and poking it with a fork. “My ex-boyfriend is on that side.”

“Huh?”

Ruan Sixian glanced outside.

Compared to encountering your boss on a flight, running into an ex-boyfriend seemed even less likely.

Ruan Sixian asked again, “Didn’t you check the passenger list yesterday? You seem completely unprepared.”

“I did look, but with so many people in the world named ‘Zhang Wei,’ how was I supposed to know it was him?” As Jiang Ziyue spoke, she dropped a piece of orange and picked it up to throw forcefully into the trash. “What rotten luck!”

Ruan Sixian pulled her further inside and whispered, “A passenger is coming out there. Keep your voice down.”

Jiang Ziyue forcibly composed her expression but couldn’t help saying, “He deliberately flirted with me during boarding. Idiot, disgusting idiot. All men are idiots.”

Ruan Sixian patted her shoulder to calm her down. “Don’t get too worked up. He’s just an ex. Treat him like any other passenger.”

“As if he’s an ordinary passenger. Ordinary passengers aren’t that moronic.” Jiang Ziyue looked at Ruan Sixian solemnly. “Seriously, you’re still young. Once you’ve dated a few times, you’ll understand—all men are idiots.”

Ruan Sixian nodded in agreement, accepting the switch with Jiang Ziyue, and they separated.

After serving an entire row of meals, Ruan Sixian poured coffee for those who requested it.

Reaching the end, she turned to look at Fu Mingyu’s row.

Jiang Ziyue had already moved on with the food cart, while Fu Mingyu was looking down at his iPad on the table.

Ruan Sixian’s palms grew slightly warm. After a moment’s hesitation, she walked toward Fu Mingyu.

“Sir, would you like some coffee?”

Fu Mingyu didn’t look up but pushed his cup forward with his hand. “Thank you.”

Ruan Sixian bent down to pour the coffee, paused, and didn’t immediately leave.

Sensing something unusual, Fu Mingyu looked up at her.

His eyes were long and narrow, with slightly fanned double eyelids that softened his sharp features, yet with upturned corners that added a touch of boldness.

However, when he coldly glanced at someone, even beauty was mixed with frost.

Ruan Sixian shamefully retreated.

About an hour later, Fu Mingyu’s secretary called her for more coffee.

Ruan Sixian took out the letter, placed it under the pot, and went over again.

After pouring coffee for the secretary, she turned to Fu Mingyu.

He was still holding his iPad, which displayed a 3D model of the aircraft’s internal structure.

The image was very clear. Fu Mingyu had zoomed in to examine the details, his finger sliding across the screen, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings.

With him so focused, Ruan Sixian felt uncomfortable interrupting, but the letter pressed against the bottom of the pot constantly reminded her: time waits for no one.

But he looked genuinely busy, and even if she gave it to him, he might not read it.

As Ruan Sixian was engaged in this internal struggle, the secretary spoke up: “Is there something else?”

Ruan Sixian grew nervous and asked softly, “Would you like more coffee?”

The secretary raised an eyebrow and tapped the coffee cup in front of him, which was still half full.

Ruan Sixian took that as a no and turned to Fu Mingyu.

“Would you like more coffee?”

Fu Mingyu curled his finger against his chin, gently rubbing it.

Then he looked up at Ruan Sixian.

“No, thank you.”

Ruan Sixian had expected this answer from the moment he looked up, so she wasn’t surprised. She nodded and turned to leave.

Fu Mingyu glanced up at her retreating figure, irritation growing in his eyes.

Just then, the secretary beside him chuckled. Fu Mingyu looked over, and the secretary immediately suppressed his smile, handing him a piece of paper.

“This is the draft tender for ACJ31.”

As Fu Mingyu took it, he glanced again at the retreating figure ahead.

What was Wang Lekang doing with his staff?

After a while, the flight attendant indeed returned with coffee.

She seemed to be holding something else in her hand.

It looked like a letter.

A pink one.

Fu Mingyu looked up directly at Ruan Sixian.

The woman before him wore Heng Shi Airlines’ traditional light blue uniform and had a beautiful face.

She was tall with a slender waist and long legs—an excellent figure.

Unfortunately, while beautiful, she lacked any memorable qualities: heavy makeup, red lips, a stiff smile—utterly tasteless.

Ruan Sixian noticed Fu Mingyu openly assessing her. Thinking of her presumptuous request, she grew increasingly nervous. Her mind buzzed, her throat tightened, and she asked softly, “Sir, would you like more coffee?”

As she spoke, she tightly gripped the letter at the bottom of the pot, her fingers fidgeting nervously, pushing the letter slightly out, waiting for the right moment to hand it over.

Fu Mingyu caught this small movement.

He saw her face clearly showing a hesitant yet hopeful expression.

He turned off his iPad, rolled up a section of his sleeve, and said casually: “Do you not want this job anymore?”

Ruan Sixian was startled, thinking of the letter’s contents, and said, “Yes, I don’t want to be a flight attendant for World Airlines anymore. I want to be…”

Fu Mingyu gently rotated his wrist, lifted his eyelids, and interjected: “The boss’s wife?”

Ruan Sixian: “…Huh?”

“You might as well keep dreaming.”

“…”

Ruan Sixian stood motionless for a long moment.

Only one thought in her mind:

All men are idiots.