Wen Zhi had a gut feeling that Mo Tingyan's decision was definitely not going to be anything good.
And sure enough.
His warm breath brushed against her face as he said—
"Let's get married."
*Get married?*
Pinned against the office desk, Wen Zhi met Mo Tingyan's gaze without a trace of panic.
She tilted her head slightly, her bright eyes narrowing into a captivating curve, much like the night before when she had hooked her finger into his collar and主动 kissed him with composed allure.
She let out a light laugh and retorted, "We only slept together once. Why should I marry you?"
Mo Tingyan responded unhurriedly, "You sought me out, didn't you, precisely because I'm Mo Tingjue's older brother? My identity won't change. As for my reason for choosing you… it's simpler."
He leaned in closer, his thin lips warm against her ear, his voice dripping with lethal charm: "I want to sleep with you—legally."
With him this close, their bodies were now pressed tightly together.
Feeling his heavy breath, Wen Zhi knew he wasn't lying.
Countless men had desired her, but this was the first time she had encountered someone who could state his intentions so bluntly.
She chuckled softly and shook her head. "That reason isn't enough to convince me."
Unfazed, Mo Tingyan continued leisurely, "I just reviewed your file. You rent at Huarong Shuofu—it's close to the airport, noise-free, and convenient for commuting, but the rent isn't cheap, is it?"
"So?"
"Coincidentally, I own an apartment at Huarong Shuofu. Before we register our marriage, I can add your name to the property deed. You won't need to pay the mortgage—you'll gain a home, and I'll gain a partner. After marriage, I won't force you into anything you don't want to do. We'll share a life together. Doesn't that sound perfect?"
Wen Zhi raised an eyebrow. *Sharing a life…* That was rather tempting.
"Most importantly…" Mo Tingyan gave a roguish smile, his long fingers brushing against Wen Zhi's flawless cheek as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His hand then cupped the back of her head, and he lowered his lips to capture hers.
Just like the previous night—after Wen Zhi's tentative advances, he had taken control, guiding everything with domineering confidence and shattering her defenses.
Fortunately, this time, Wen Zhi managed to retain a sliver of clarity!
She pushed him away abruptly, frowning as she stared at him.
Mo Tingyan, however, seemed unbothered. Instead, he intensified his teasing, his warm thumb stroking her crimson lips with casual possessiveness.
His eyes gleamed with innate recklessness. "When it comes to me, your body responds quite honestly too, doesn't it?"
Wen Zhi turned her face away, avoiding his touch. Crossing her arms, she walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window of the office. In the distance, the sunlight was dazzling, and planes took off and landed beyond the horizon. Her mind drifted to the daily schemes and manipulations from her family…
She had never been one to hesitate. After closing her eyes in brief contemplation, she reopened them—her decision made.
She turned to face Mo Tingyan.
She disliked being led by the nose during negotiations, so this time, she took the initiative. "I have three conditions."
Mo Tingyan leaned casually against the desk. The pilot uniform he wore somehow exuded a lazy sensuality on him.
"Let's hear them."
"First, during our marriage, keep your… parts in check. No messing around outside."
Wen Zhi's gaze swept over him, eventually landing pointedly at his crotch. "I'm afraid you might catch something. We must both stay clean during the marriage."
At the words "catch something," the smile on Mo Tingyan's face faded slightly.
"Do you think everyone is like Mo Tingjue? What's mine… knows its owner well."
A flicker of discomfort crossed Wen Zhi's face at his words. She changed the subject. "Second, we don't interfere with each other's freedom. We keep the marriage a secret from the public. If we're sharing a life, we shouldn't束缚 or burden each other. Especially when it comes to intimacy—if one party isn't willing, the other can't force it."
Mo Tingyan raised an eyebrow. "Agreed."
"Third, and most important… My dream is to become the chief flight attendant at Jianghang Airlines. So, I'll be focusing on my career and don't want children."
After speaking, Wen Zhi curled her lips into a faint smile, her calm eyes fixed on Mo Tingyan.
If he disagreed, he should know to back off.
Unexpectedly, Mo Tingyan chuckled lightly and said with lazy indulgence, "I don't like children either. Perfect."
*He's okay with being child-free?*
A flash of surprise crossed Wen Zhi's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. "Then that's all. When do we register?"
Mo Tingyan appreciated her decisiveness.
"Right now. Go back and gather all your documents. I'll pick you up in half an hour."
Wen Zhi nodded and turned to leave.
As the office door closed behind her, a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at Mo Tingyan's casually defiant lips.
He took out his phone and made a call.
Soon, a steady voice answered on the other end: "Boss, what are your instructions?"
…
An hour later.
Inside a black Mercedes C250, Wen Zhi sat in the passenger seat, absentmindedly studying the property deed and marriage certificate in her hands.
Until yesterday, she had never imagined she would get married.
And during the registration earlier, she hadn't expected Mo Tingyan to actually add her name to the property deed.
The apartment at Huarong Shuofu was worth at least three million on the market. He had made a down payment of over a million and was still paying off the mortgage.
Plus, there was the car he was driving now…
Although he was a fairly senior captain at a young age—and his salary was undoubtedly much higher than hers as a flight attendant who had only been working for a year—she remembered Mo Tingjue mentioning during their relationship that Mo Tingyan was on very bad terms with the Mo family, who had long cut off his financial support.
So now… wasn't he under significant financial pressure?
Lost in her thoughts, she barely noticed as the car pulled into a parking space outside her rented apartment.
At some point, her seatbelt had been unbuckled. Mo Tingyan leaned toward her, his eyes filled with irresistible temptation. "Has anyone ever told you that you look incredibly sexy when you're lost in thought?"
Wen Zhi frowned, about to retort at his playful demeanor, but he had already closed the distance, his lips capturing hers.
Instinctively, she leaned back, trying to avoid the kiss, but he reclined her seat effortlessly!
The kiss deepened, and soon his fingers began to wander…