On the next day's flight, Wen Zhi was unusually low on energy.
The night before, Mo Tingyan had listened to gossip for all of five minutes—then lost his mind.
He didn't even bother washing the dishes before pinning her against the dining table and thoroughly making up for his hunger.
The result?
Severely insufficient sleep.
During the pre-flight briefing, her mind drifted. She didn't even carefully review the return passenger list.
Not until boarding began—
Did she see the last person she ever wanted to see.
Mo Tingjue.
Nearly ten days unseen.
A faint bruise still lingered near the corner of his eye. One arm wrapped arrogantly around Wen Xue's shoulder, he strode past several flight attendants and entered first class without a glance back.
The purser and two colleagues recognized him immediately. Their eyes flicked from the woman in his arms to Wen Zhi—full of sympathy.
Wen Zhi, however, acted as though nothing had happened, greeting each passenger with the same calm smile.
Before takeoff, Mo Tingjue did nothing.
He knew very well—
Mo Tingyan was in the cockpit.
But once the plane was in the air, he could no longer hold back.
He raised his hand and pressed the service button.
Wen Zhi's post today was first class.
The chime rang.
Inevitably, she walked over.
She smiled politely at him—as if he were nothing more than a stranger.
"Hello, sir. How may I assist you?"
Mo Tingjue watched her composed expression and felt a surge of irritation.
For ten days, he had been suffering.
Every time he recalled the disgusting scene he had witnessed that night, rage boiled inside him.
But after the anger faded, what remained was unwillingness.
Yes, he had made a mistake.
But he was trying to change.
He had been sincere with her.
So why did she betray him?
That was why, when Wen Xue cried at his bedside, saying she loved him enough to be his pawn—to provoke Wen Zhi into returning to him—he agreed without hesitation.
But now—
Wen Zhi looked utterly indifferent.
Clearly, this wasn't enough stimulation.
His eyes darkened.
In front of Wen Zhi, he grabbed Wen Xue by the back of her head and kissed her hard.
Wen Xue clutched his collar, breathing softly, playing the part perfectly.
Wen Zhi merely smiled.
Someone was putting on a live performance—why not watch?
After all, she wasn't the one losing anything.
After nearly half a minute, Mo Tingjue finally let go and stared at Wen Zhi.
Seeing no reaction on her face, his anger surged.
"My woman is cold," he snapped. "She's curling into my arms. Can't you see that? Go—get her a blanket."
Wen Xue nestled into his chest, glancing at Wen Zhi with a hint of provocation.
Wen Zhi remained calm.
"Of course. Please wait a moment."
She returned with a blanket, draped it naturally over Wen Xue, and turned to leave—
"Where do you think you're going?" Mo Tingjue barked.
"Go get two glasses of red wine."
She did so again.
No temper.
No reaction.
And that was exactly what drove him mad.
Because her calm meant she didn't care at all.
After ordering her to fetch snacks once more, he suddenly swept them onto the floor.
"Is this even edible?" he roared.
"What kind of service attitude is this? I'm filing a complaint! Where's the purser?"
Wen Zhi's brow lifted—noticeably.
Purser Xue hurried over, frowning at the scene.
"Wen Zhi, go attend to other duties. I'll handle this."
Just as Wen Zhi turned away—
"Who said she could leave?" Mo Tingjue snapped.
"I'm complaining about her. I want her grounded."
Wen Xue stood up, gently patting Mo Tingjue's chest.
"Don't be angry, Tingjue. My little sister probably didn't mean it."
"I don't care," he said coldly to the purser.
"Ground her."
The purser was speechless.
This wasn't something she could decide.
Before she could smooth things over—
Wen Zhi laughed softly.
"Fine," she said. "Since Mr. Mo insists on complaining, then let's do it properly."
She turned to the purser calmly.
"My service attitude was poor. I voluntarily accept severe punishment. Grounded for half a month, right? Start from this moment."
The purser froze.
Was she insane? This was such a minor issue—
But Wen Zhi had already torn off her name tag and badge, pressing them into the purser's hand.
In front of everyone, she removed her uniform jacket and bowtie, leaving only a crisp white shirt beneath.
She rolled up her sleeves as she walked toward Mo Tingjue, lips curving.
"My identity right now," she said lightly,
"is no longer a flight attendant."
Before he could react—
She raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face.
The purser and Wen Xue were stunned.
Wen Xue immediately stepped in front of him, reaching out to shove Wen Zhi.
"Wen Zhi! What right do you have to hit someone?!"
Without hesitation, Wen Zhi grabbed Wen Xue's wrist—
And slapped her just as hard.
Wen Xue froze.
Mo Tingjue stood there in shock, completely unprepared for Wen Zhi to actually strike back.
Wen Zhi pushed Wen Xue aside. The polite smile she always wore was gone, replaced with icy calm.
Her voice rang out—loud enough for dozens of rows to hear.
"Because when he was my boyfriend, he cheated on me—with you.
These two slaps? You earned every one of them."
Remembering that night, Mo Tingjue's face twisted. Not wanting to expose Wen Zhi and Mo Tingyan's relationship, he lowered his voice angrily.
"And you're any better? Didn't you turn around and climb into my brother's bed?"
Others didn't hear it.
But Wen Xue did.
Her heart jolted.
So the man Wen Zhi was with…
Was the Mo family's abandoned illegitimate son?
What a scandal.
Wen Zhi replied calmly,
"After we broke up, I was single. Who I sleep with is my freedom. You don't get a say."
"You—" Mo Tingjue glared at her, teeth clenched.
She didn't bother responding.
She turned to leave.
Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her aside, lowering his voice dangerously.
"Apologize. Right now. In front of everyone.
No one knows about you and Mo Tingyan yet, do they? If you walk away, I'll expose everything."
Wen Zhi smiled.
Her naturally cold, striking eyes looked at him with open disdain.
"Go ahead," she said coolly.
"And I won't hesitate to post the video of you and that woman when I caught you in bed together. Let the whole world see how disgusting you really are."
Mo Tingjue valued his reputation above all else.
His face stiffened—humiliation flashing through his eyes.
Wen Zhi knocked his hand away and strode into the forward cabin lounge.
Mo Tingjue knew that if he continued, he'd only lose more. Grinding his teeth, he returned to his seat.
The purser quickly withdrew as well.
But remembering how Captain Mo had once lashed out over Mo Tingjue before—
She didn't dare delay.
She picked up the phone and dialed the cockpit.