Mo Tingyan's lips curled as he deepened the kiss, becoming even more relentless—hands and legs both moving…
By the time the person outside finally left, Wen Zhi's breathing rhythm was completely in disarray.
She took several heavy breaths to calm herself. After waiting half a minute and confirming no one else was coming, she shot Mo Tingyan a fierce glare and lowered her voice:
"I'm going out to check if anyone's around. If it's clear, then you walk out."
With that, she quickly straightened her clothes and stepped out of the tiny stall.
She had barely taken two steps when she ran straight into Yan Duo, who was rushing over.
Wen Zhi froze—only to see Yan Duo make a shushing gesture, grabbing her into another nearby stall. Yan Duo leaned in to whisper excitedly in her ear:
"I came to watch the spring palace show! Someone said they heard… unusual affectionate noises from the women's restroom—like a man and a woman together."*
*(春宫戏: euphemism for erotic scenes)
Wen Zhi tensed instantly. Of course she knew exactly what that meant.
Even though she had tried her best to suppress it… the sound of kissing and tangled lips still…
Had been heard.
Keeping her face utterly calm, she pretended to be unaffected and replied in a normal tone:
"I heard it too. But you're late—those two left about half a minute ago."
Yan Duo immediately switched back to her normal volume, looking disappointed and curious:
"Did you see who it was?"
Wen Zhi shook her head and stepped out of the stall, her expression steady as she walked out.
Yan Duo trailed behind her, analyzing in frustration:
"It must've been a crew scheduled for the next flight… ahhh, what a drama I missed!"
Wen Zhi thought privately, Good thing Yan Duo is all talk and zero brain.
While listening to Yan Duo ramble, she discreetly angled her phone away from her and sent Mo Tingyan a message:
[All clear. Come out.]
…
A few minutes later, the crew boarded the shuttle bus to the aircraft for pre-boarding safety checks and preparations.
Mo Tingyan went to the cockpit while Wen Zhi worked with the flight attendants.
She was counting supplies at the workstation when suddenly a solid, broad chest pressed against her back.
The moment she turned around, the man behind her brushed his leg lightly against the inside of her thigh.
Wen Zhi's heart almost leapt out of her chest.
She instinctively pressed her legs together and glanced quickly toward the others.
Luckily, everyone was busy; no one was looking their way.
She shot Mo Tingyan a sharp glare and mouthed silently:
"Go away."
She had already decided—she absolutely could NOT share another flight assignment with Mo Tingyan. He was insane.
But he completely ignored her. Leaning forward, forehead against the back of her head, he murmured in a low voice:
"This posture… is pretty nice. Try it tomorrow night?"
Wen Zhi gritted her teeth and hissed:
"Move."
"Do you agree or not?"
Just then, not far away, Yan Duo—who had been facing the other way—suddenly paused and looked like she was about to turn around.
Wen Zhi panicked and jabbed her elbow backward.
"Fine! I agree! Move!"
Mo Tingyan's lips lifted in smug satisfaction as he finally stepped back.
The moment they separated, Yan Duo turned around.
Seeing Captain Mo standing behind Wen Zhi, she blinked in surprise:
"Eh? Captain Mo, why are you out here?"
Still tense, Wen Zhi took a subtle step to the side, putting distance between them, pretending to be focused on her inventory.
Mo Tingyan watched her serious façade and let out a soft, amused curve of his lips before saying to Yan Duo:
"Came for coffee."
Wen Zhi immediately understood and handed him a cup. As soon as that "great Buddha" left with his coffee, she finally exhaled deeply.
Too crazy!
After the preparations, passengers began boarding. Among them was a notorious blacklist passenger with a 100% complaint rate, putting all crew members on edge.
Wen Zhi was working in the galley when noise erupted from the rear cabin.
Apparently, the blacklist passenger had tried to touch the hand of Attendant No. 3. When she refused, he threatened to file a complaint.
The interphone rang. Wen Zhi answered, and the pursuer's cold voice came through:
"Don't let the passenger keep causing trouble in the rear cabin. Go handle it immediately."
It was a work assignment. Wen Zhi accepted it without question.
She approached the man with her professional smile:
"Hello sir, it's my pleasure to serve you. May I help you with anything?"
The man's brows lifted when he saw her face.
Then he slapped his thigh.
The message was obvious.
I want to take advantage of you. Refuse, and I'll complain.
Wen Zhi saw his gesture and let out a soft, polite laugh:
"Certainly, sir. Please wait a moment."
She turned around calmly and brought Attendant No. 3 back behind the curtain.
A short while later, Wen Zhi returned carrying a towel in one hand and warm water in the other. Still smiling professionally, she said:
"Sir, here is the blanket you requested. I'll help you cover it.
Also, I noticed you might have had some alcohol. My husband is a police officer, and he told me sugar water helps with sobering up and easing the stomach… so I prepared a cup for you.
Is there anything else you need?"
At the words "my husband is a police officer," the man's expression darkened.
His interest evaporated. He yanked the blanket over himself and closed his eyes, pretending to sleep.
Wen Zhi straightened and returned to the galley.
When she glanced toward the front cabin, she inadvertently met Mo Tingyan's deep, searching gaze across the long aisle.
It's almost takeoff—why is he out again?
She looked away and returned to her work.
Meanwhile, the pursuer turned around and nearly jumped when he found Mo Tingyan suddenly standing behind him.
"Captain Mo? Do you need something?"
Mo Tingyan's gaze was dark. Earlier, when he had stepped out, he happened to overhear the pursuer telling another attendant:
"Wen Zhi isn't one of ours anyway. Let her deal with the troublesome passenger."
Now, with a lazy smile still at his lips, he replied:
"Came out for a coffee refill—and caught an interesting scene."
The pursuer didn't think much of it and was about to speak, when Mo Tingyan added, voice slow and casual:
"But… needing a borrowed flight attendant to handle a crisis on your route?
Seems like your team's capabilities need some… evaluation."
He didn't give the man a chance to defend himself. With the same carefree smile, he walked back into the cockpit—leaving the pursuer stiff and uneasy.
It was their first time working with the new captain. No one knew whether he held grudges… or acted harmless while being anything but.
The flight consisted of four segments and eventually concluded smoothly.
Back in Jiang City the next afternoon, Wen Zhi submitted some documents in the airline building and walked out, ready to head home.
That was when she saw, in the empty lobby—
The one person she absolutely did not want to see:
Mo Tingjue.
Wen Zhi's expression chilled instantly.
At that moment, the door to the captain's office opened. Mo Tingyan stepped out, and across the open hall, his gaze immediately landed on the man downstairs.
The next second—
Mo Tingyan's eyes turned razor cold.