It was already two o’clock in the morning of the next day when the plane landed in Madrid.

During this time, He Lanxiang had sent several messages to Fu Mingyu.

“When will you arrive?”

“How’s the weather there?”

“I wonder if things are a bit chaotic in Europe right now. Pay attention to your surroundings and bring bodyguards when necessary.”

Her rambling topics eventually landed on the girl beside him, just as Fu Mingyu had expected.

“Is Zheng You’an doing alright on the journey?”

“Her parents arranged for someone to pick her up, so don’t worry too much. Get some good rest after you land. You’ve been too tired lately.”

When Fu Mingyu saw this message, he replied briefly.

“Arrived.”

“I don’t have that much free time to worry about others.”

Bringing Zheng You’an along was something He Lanxiang had agreed to, and Fu Mingyu had no objections.

But this didn’t mean he had any other intentions. The mother’s concerns were unnecessary.

Regarding Zheng You’an, the Fu family had a small disagreement.

At He Lanxiang’s birthday last year, Dong Xian brought Zheng You’an. That was the first time Fu Mingyu and Zheng You’an met.

Unlike other young ladies, Zheng You’an didn’t seem to enjoy such occasions. She appeared shy when interacting with others. When Dong Xian brought her over to greet Fu Mingyu, she was somewhat bashful, speaking in a soft, small voice. Fu Mingyu looked at her, smiling and nodding frequently.

He hadn’t heard clearly what she was saying several times.

This scene, when witnessed by Fu Chengzhou and Zheng Huajing from another side, made both fathers feel they would make a good match.

From then on, there was an intention to bring them together.

Fu Chengzhou naturally shared this idea with He Lanxiang. At the time, He Lanxiang put on a dignified, understanding smile and said Fu Chengzhou’s idea was good.

The two young people were suitable in age, a talented young man and a beautiful young woman. If they could become a couple, it would also benefit both companies.

However, in her heart, He Lanxiang was a thousand times unwilling.

She had no issue with Zheng You’an, and even rather liked the young girl, but—to become in-laws with Dong Xian?!

She would rather her son never marry!

No, that was a bit too vicious.

But just thinking about how if Fu Mingyu and Zheng You’an got together, the frequency of her meetings with Dong Xian would increase exponentially, made her future life seem suffocating.

Fortunately, Zheng You’an had been studying abroad, and Fu Mingyu was busy, so there weren’t many opportunities for matchmaking. Over the past year, they had only met twice.

But now Zheng You’an had graduated and returned to the country, growing more and more beautiful, with sweet dimples when she smiled. What man could resist?

Thinking of this, He Lanxiang began to envision her future life: attending weddings with Dong Xian, giving speeches together on stage, participating in her grandson’s full moon celebration, first birthday, and even gathering both families every New Year, all while having to maintain the appearance of deep family affection.

This life would be truly difficult.

What had she done wrong to become in-laws with Dong Xian?!

If heaven were to arrange for a true goddess to capture Fu Mingyu’s heart right now, she would gladly eat vegetarian for a year to show her gratitude.

At this moment, the plane was taxiing, gradually slowing down.

Fu Mingyu turned his head to glance at the woman in the seat beside him.

Half an hour before landing, she had become busy.

She somehow produced a small bag, taking out a bunch of bottles and jars. One moment she was patting something on her face, the next she was curling up to apply something to her feet, and finally she was rubbing something on her neck.

She tilted her head back, her neck dazzlingly white.

Catching this scene, Fu Mingyu suddenly remembered that Ruan Sixian also had a long, straight neck, like a swan’s, always held high.

Today was the first time he had seen her looking dejected.

Fu Mingyu’s thoughts drifted, finding it both amusing and irritating, completely unaware that undisguised amusement had spilled into his eyes.

The amusement spread, softening his entire demeanor.

Looking at his phone, he noticed Ruan Sixian still hadn’t replied to the message he’d sent more than ten hours ago. Strangely, he didn’t feel angry, but instead sent another one.

Fu Mingyu: Why aren’t you replying to my message?

Ruan Sixian received this message just as she arrived home.

Due to heavy rain, the flight had been delayed. After experiencing more than ten hours of flight time, they had finally returned, and she had just gotten home.

She had brought Ni Tong back with her as well.

Speaking of which, Ruan Sixian was quite speechless about the situation.

The weather had been hot recently, and she had been indulging in cold drinks for several consecutive days. Today, she paid the price. During the return flight, Ni Tong’s period suddenly started, with her lower abdomen initially just vaguely aching, but later feeling as if an electric drill was churning inside.

But she hadn’t said anything, gritting her teeth through the flight. She finally couldn’t hold on when disembarking, crouching in a corner, unable to stand up.

In the middle of the night, she didn’t want to trouble others, so she said she wanted to go to her friend’s place at the Ming Chen Apartments.

Since Ruan Sixian lived there, she ended up escorting Ni Tong there.

But when they reached the door, there was no answer to their knocks. A phone call revealed that her friend had gone back to her hometown.

Ni Tong’s face had turned pale as a vegetable leaf. Crouching on the ground, she couldn’t even speak a word. Ruan Sixian had no choice but to take her to her own home to rest.

At first, Ni Tong was reluctant, whimpering that she wanted to go home.

Ruan Sixian understood she was concerned about the awkwardness of their first meeting and didn’t want to stay at her place, so she didn’t insist, saying, “Then go home by yourself.”

Ni Tong said she would leave, holding onto the wall as she stood up, moving step by step toward the elevator.

Ruan Sixian looked at her back and said, “Your skirt is dirty.”

“Huh? Where? How much? Is it obvious?”

Ruan Sixian made a circle with her thumb and index finger the size of an egg. “This big.”

Ni Tong couldn’t see her backside. She hesitated for two seconds between going to Ruan Sixian’s home and returning to her own with bloodstained pants, then said, “Then I’ll go to your place to wash my skirt.”

Despite saying this, as soon as Ni Tong arrived at her home, she collapsed on the bed and couldn’t get up, rolling around saying she would never drink cold water again.

Ruan Sixian ignored her and went to the kitchen to boil ginger and brown sugar water. It was only then that she had time to check her phone.

The timing of checking her phone was just right—Fu Mingyu’s message had just popped up.

Why aren’t you replying to my message?

Ruan Sixian felt there was nothing to reply to because his previous message had been “She’s not my girlfriend.”

That was in response to her saying, “Chairman Fu, you’re going out with your girlfriend but still caring about me. Isn’t that inappropriate?”

When Ruan Sixian saw that message, she thought, “What does that have to do with me?”

And it made it seem like Fu Mingyu was explaining himself to her.

If she replied with “Oh, I see,” wouldn’t that be even stranger?

So Ruan Sixian simply didn’t reply.

But she didn’t expect that more than ten hours later, he would come asking why she hadn’t replied.

It was as if he

needed to get an answer from her.

Ruan Sixian casually typed a few words to brush him off.

[Ruan Sixian]: Oh, I was playing Candy Crush and didn’t see it.

That should satisfy the boss, right? No more issues?

However, just as the message was sent, Fu Mingyu instantly replied.

Fu Mingyu: Not replying to messages is very impolite.

Ruan Sixian: “…?”

Whether intentionally or not, Ruan Sixian had cursed at Fu Mingyu many times already, using all sorts of colorful language. How could he think she would be polite to him?

[Ruan Sixian]: Is this your first day knowing me? Do I possess something called politeness?

Fu Mingyu: Ruan Sixian, quit while you’re ahead. I don’t have that much patience for you to waste.

Ruan Sixian: “…???”

Talking to this person was so exhausting! Who was wasting whose patience?!

The water had just boiled. Ruan Sixian hurriedly poured in the brown sugar, too impatient to type to him. She pressed the voice message button and said, “Chairman Fu, are you very free right now? Aren’t you tired? Don’t you need to work? Don’t you have meetings? Don’t you need to rest after flying for more than ten hours?”

Can’t you just calm down for a bit???

As she sent it, Ruan Sixian heard movement behind her. Turning around, she saw Ni Tong leaning against the doorframe, her face pale but her eyes bright.

“Uh… I wasn’t eavesdropping intentionally. I came out to use the bathroom.”

Ruan Sixian ignored her and turned back to stir the brown sugar water in the pot.

Ni Tong walked with weak steps toward the bathroom. As she passed by Ruan Sixian, she hesitated for a moment, then said softly, “You can’t talk to him like that.”

Ruan Sixian: “What?”

Ni Tong continued, “Asking like that will easily backfire. You need to know how to use methods.”

After saying this, she weakly walked into the bathroom.

At the same time, Fu Mingyu replied.

Fu Mingyu: Since you know I’m very busy, be quiet. I’ll be back next Saturday.

Ruan Sixian: ???

You’re coming back, so what? Why tell me? Do you want me to lay out a red carpet and bring a trumpet to welcome you?

Is the bureaucracy at World Airlines that serious?

She turned off the stove and very seriously tried to understand his nonsensical words from Fu Mingyu’s perspective.

Two minutes later, she gave up.

But she did understand what Ni Tong had meant earlier.

Yesterday Ni Tong had asked if she was pursuing Chairman Fu, so did Ni Tong think she was pestering Fu Mingyu to chat?

To verify her thoughts, when Ni Tong came out, Ruan Sixian asked, “What did you mean by what you just said?”

Ni Tong’s stomach was uncomfortable, but to thank Ruan Sixian for her kindness today, she didn’t mind giving her a bit of advice.

“You can’t show your concern like that. You need to progress gradually. Asking so many questions at once will annoy him.”

Ruan Sixian: “…………”

“When did I ever show concern for him? Am I concerned about whether his coffin will have a sliding lid or a touch screen?”