Mo Tingjue was standing in the lobby, greeting several flight attendants who already knew him. He was saying with a bright smile:
"Long time no see. I'm here to pick up my dear."
Hearing that, Mo Tingyan lifted a brow. Taking advantage of Mo Tingjue's distraction, he clasped Wen Zhi's wrist and pulled her toward the stairwell nearby.
"Mo Tingyan, you—"
Before she could finish, she was pressed against the wall. Their bodies fit tightly together, and Mo Tingyan's lips brushed her earlobe, his breath teasing and voice low and husky:
"He said… you're his 'dear'?"
Wen Zhi instantly felt the man's interest pressing against her. She shot a wary glance toward the stairwell door and whispered sharply:
"Mo Tingyan, stop it. This is the company."
But Mo Tingyan didn't stop. His right hand slipped under the back of her blouse, brushing along her soft spine, while his left hand caressed her cheek. His lips remained at her ear, voice dripping with dangerous seduction:
"Mo Tingjue's dear… doesn't sneaking around like this make it even more exciting, hmm?"
Before she could retort, his thin lips captured hers.
A hot current shot through her entire body, making her tremble. This man… he was far too good at provoking her.
Her breath grew unsteady under his kiss, but her rationality screamed:
This is the company. And Mo Tingjue is literally downstairs…
Mustering strength, she turned her head away and bit his left arm hard.
Mo Tingyan winced, then let out a soft laugh as he released her.
"What are you, a dog?"
Wen Zhi shot him a glare and lowered her head to straighten her clothes, which he had rumpled.
Mo Tingyan didn't push further. Leaning lazily against the wall, he raised a hand to gently touch her cheek.
"Want me to tell your ex what our relationship is now?"
Wen Zhi looked up at him. They had agreed on a hidden marriage—she didn't want anyone to know, especially not Mo Tingjue.
Downstairs, Mo Tingjue was still holding a bouquet of red roses, happily chatting with several flight attendants.
Wen Zhi walked down without sparing him a glance, heading straight for the doors.
Seeing this, Mo Tingjue hurried after her, blocking her path.
"Xiao Zhi, finally! I checked your flight schedule and came to pick you up—I've been waiting all afternoon."
Playing the devoted lover, he offered the bouquet:
"I picked these one by one for you."
Wen Zhi didn't take them. Her expression remained ice-cold. Around them, several flight attendants whispered in envy:
"Wow, Wen Zhi, you're so lucky. Your boyfriend is so thoughtful."
"Right? After dating so long, he's still this romantic. Men like him are rare."
"When are you two getting married?"
Hearing that, Mo Tingjue immediately answered:
"We're planning it. Soon."
Wen Zhi cut in coldly:
"Planning to marry a ghost?"
Without giving him a shred of face, she brushed the bouquet aside.
"I'm allergic to pollen. Take it away."
Mo Tingjue frowned.
"You weren't allergic before."
"Starting today, I'm only allergic to flowers you give."
Just as she finished speaking, the elevator dinged open.
Mo Tingyan stepped out.
He looked at the little gathering in the lobby and drawled lazily:
"So lively. Didn't know this place turned into a vegetable market."
The attendants giggled, greeted Captain Mo, and dispersed.
Mo Tingjue, however, froze the moment he saw him.
"You… Brother? Why are you here? Weren't you in Singzhou?"
Mo Tingyan's gaze swept over him lazily.
"Transferred back."
As he spoke, he walked to Wen Zhi's side and casually placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Xiao Wen, why aren't you heading home after work?"
Wen Zhi shot him a look—this man was deliberately asking nonsense.
Mo Tingjue's eyes quickly fell on that hand on her shoulder.
"Xiao Zhi, let me introduce you—this is the brother I told you about… Mo Tingyan. Didn't expect you two to work at the same airport."
Wen Zhi: "…"
Mo Tingyan let out a small laugh, his voice unreadable:
"Don't make it sound so intimate. We're half-brothers. I'm not close to you."
Mo Tingjue stiffened.
"Brother, you're still blaming my mother? Yes, she can be forceful, but she did raise you for years…"
Mo Tingyan's previously relaxed eyes turned sharp as blades.
"What, didn't have enough space at home to preach? Came here to lecture me too?
Do I look like I want to listen?"
Mo Tingjue choked on his words, face darkening.
But to maintain his "good boyfriend" persona, he forced a smile:
"Let's not talk about that. Brother, Xiao Zhi and I want to treat you to dinner. Since you're a captain here now, please take care of your future sister-in-law."
Mo Tingyan's hand remained on Wen Zhi's shoulder, his index finger brushing lightly against her through her clothes. His lips curved into a meaningful smile.
"Sure. I'll gladly benefit from Xiao Wen's influence."
Wen Zhi was so repulsed by his false smile that she shrugged off his hand, turning cold eyes toward Mo Tingjue.
"Mo Tingjue, I'll remind you one more time: three days ago, I broke up with you—completely.
Don't come looking for me again.
As for dinner… I'm afraid I'll vomit on the table."
With that, she strode away without looking back.
Mo Tingjue's face darkened instantly, but he kept telling himself to endure.
He took a step to chase after her—only to hear Mo Tingyan chuckle.
The laughter was unmistakably mocking.
Mo Tingjue stopped abruptly and glared at him.
"Are you laughing at me?"
"Remove the 'are.' Be more certain."
Mo Tingjue's face twisted. With no outsiders around, he dropped the act.
"Mo Tingyan, you really think you're my brother? Who do you think you are?"
Mo Tingyan remained expressionless, letting out a disdainful laugh.
He cast Mo Tingjue one last glance—refusing to argue with a mad dog—then walked away.
Mo Tingjue trembled with fury, fists clenched.
And then he remembered Wen Zhi leaving.
Damn it. She's just a woman!
Just wait—she loves me so much. She'll crawl back sooner or later.
…
Mo Tingyan headed to the airport garage and saw Wen Zhi's text.
She had gone back to her old rental to pack her things.
He started the car and drove straight to her place.
Over there, Wen Zhi had nearly finished packing when the doorbell rang.
The moment she opened the door, Mo Tingyan pushed inside, wrapped an arm around her waist, pinned her to the wall—
and kissed her fiercely.
He kicked the door shut behind him.
Wen Zhi didn't dodge; she kissed him back, the two of them stumbling from the entryway to the living room, falling onto the sofa in a blaze of heat. Sparks erupted like they could burn the whole room down—
Right in the middle of their passion, a sudden, urgent knock sounded at the door.