Chapter 59: She Never Loved Him
After briefly explaining the situation to Mo Tingyan, Purser Xue added carefully,
"I've already arranged for Wen Zhi to rest. I'll be handling first-class service now. If you need anything, Captain Mo, you can contact me directly."
Mo Tingyan knew Wen Zhi hadn't suffered any real loss.
Looking at the clouds ahead, his brows lifted slightly as he replied in his usual relaxed tone,
"Purser Xue, you handled this well. You protected your own people—that's how it should be. If anything comes of this later, I'll take full responsibility."
At that, the heavy stone in Purser Xue's heart finally dropped.
As long as she wasn't dragged into it, everything else was negotiable.
In first class, Wen Xue noticed that after sitting down, Mo Tingjue stared out the window in silence, completely ignoring her.
She quickly wrapped her arm around his, putting on a pitiful tone.
"Tingjue… my face still hurts."
Mo Tingjue pulled his arm away without hesitation, not even sparing her a glance.
Regret flooded his chest.
He never should have listened to Wen Xue's suggestion—never should have brought her along to provoke Wen Zhi.
Because Wen Zhi didn't care.
She truly didn't care who he was with.
Maybe even before they broke up…
She had never cared about him at all.
Because she had never loved him.
Then why did his chest feel like it was being torn apart?
Wen Xue, noticing his indifference, sneered inwardly.
Earlier, seeing Mo Tingjue in such a low state, she'd assumed he was simply desperate to win Wen Zhi back.
Who would've thought—
He'd been betrayed by his ex-girlfriend and his own brother.
How ironic.
As for Wen Zhi?
What an idiot.
Throwing a fit just because Mo Tingjue slept with her, abandoning such a high-quality man—only to end up with a broke nobody?
Even the heavens were helping her now.
Let Wen Zhi spend her life with that poor bastard.
Mo Tingjue?
She would have him—no matter what.
After landing, Mo Tingjue was eager to leave immediately.
He hadn't forgotten the savage look in Mo Tingyan's eyes last time—the one that nearly got him beaten half to death.
For now, he had no intention of facing that demon again.
But the moment the cabin door opened—
Mo Tingyan walked out of the cockpit.
He exchanged a brief look with Wen Zhi, who was resting in the forward cabin lounge, then strode straight toward first class.
Wen Zhi's heart skipped.
Did he find out?
She shook her head at him instinctively, but Mo Tingyan ignored it.
She could only rise quickly and step out of the lounge—just in time to see Mo Tingyan blocking Mo Tingjue's path in the aisle.
A spike of anxiety hit her.
She'd already been grounded for half a month and fined.
If Mo Tingyan acted on impulse and got grounded too…
They'd be living off savings this month.
But unexpectedly—
Mo Tingyan didn't lash out.
He merely stared at Mo Tingjue with a cold, amused smile.
Mo Tingjue glared back, anger clear in his eyes—but after a few seconds, he caved first.
"What do you want?" he asked stiffly.
Mo Tingyan lifted a hand and patted his shoulder lightly, leaning in with a mocking smile. His voice dropped so only the two of them could hear.
"I did a little calculation," he said lazily.
"You're due for some bloodshed in the next few days. Congratulations—you'll be seeing red."
With that, he shot him a disdainful glance, gave a provocative smile, and turned back toward the cockpit.
Mo Tingjue stood frozen.
That look.
Those words.
A chill crawled from the soles of his feet straight up his spine.
Beside him, Wen Xue stared after Mo Tingyan's retreating figure, her eyes lighting up with admiration.
She'd thought Mo Tingjue was handsome.
But that Jiang Airlines captain?
He crushed Mo Tingjue effortlessly.
"Tingjue," she asked softly, "why aren't you leaving? Do you know that captain?"
Few people in Jiang City had ever seen the Mo family's illegitimate son—Wen Xue certainly hadn't recognized him.
Mo Tingjue shot her a cold glance.
"That has nothing to do with you."
He hurried toward the exit.
Passing the forward cabin lounge, his eyes flicked inside instinctively, searching for Wen Zhi.
But she had her back to him—utterly uninterested.
Seeing the dazed look in his eyes, Wen Xue felt a surge of cold satisfaction.
After leaving the airport, Mo Tingjue transferred her ten thousand yuan and said impatiently,
"Thanks for today. Take a cab home yourself. I have things to do."
Wen Xue didn't accept the money. She spoke softly instead,
"Don't think you wronged me, Tingjue. I love you. Everything I do for you is willingly. If you're unhappy, I won't bother you—but whenever you need someone to talk to, you can always come to me."
She left obediently.
But the moment she got into the taxi, the softness vanished—replaced by calculation.
She took out her phone and dialed a number labeled: 'Mrs. Mo.'
On the way home, Wen Zhi asked casually,
"What did you say to Mo Tingjue just now? He looked really shaken."
Mo Tingyan chuckled roguishly.
"Trade secret."
Since he wouldn't say, Wen Zhi didn't press.
She smiled faintly.
"You didn't lose control and get yourself grounded with me today. That deserves praise."
Mo Tingyan's lips curved into a lazy, teasing smile.
"I can tell what you're thinking just by looking at you now. Of course I wouldn't act rashly. Tell me—since I've been such a good boy, how are you planning to reward me, Pearl?"
Wen Zhi ignored his deliberate flirtation and said calmly,
"I'll make dumplings for you when we get home."
They'd agreed on it yesterday—today was just making up for it.
Mo Tingyan laughed softly.
"Sounds great. Then I'll eat… Pearl-flavored filling."
Wen Zhi shot him a look.
"..."
This man's mind—
apparently came in only one color.
Although the scumbag and his mistress might have gotten her grounded and fined, Wen Zhi felt unexpectedly calm.
She'd treat it as a vacation.
She could livestream at home—nothing lost.
After a quick shower, she headed into the kitchen to knead dough and prepare the filling.
Mo Tingyan came out of the bathroom and went straight to the kitchen.
Watching her back at the counter—wearing a checkered apron, loose top and shorts, long slender legs pale and smooth—
his throat moved.
He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
Wen Zhi stiffened.
That kind of embrace was intimate—too intimate.
Something meant for couples deeply in love.
She wasn't used to it.
Mo Tingyan, however, clearly enjoyed it. He buried his face at her neck, pressing light kisses there.
She shrugged uncomfortably.
"Don't mess around. Go wait outside."
"And if I can't wait?" he murmured.
He'd always considered himself disciplined—
others called him a playboy, and he neither confirmed nor denied it.
But with the woman in his arms, he had zero resistance.
It felt abnormal.
After thinking it through, he decided it was probably because he'd just started indulging again—habits formed easily.
He wouldn't restrain desire. He knew himself well.
Once he'd had enough, obsession would fade.
Leaning close to her ear, warm breath laced with hunger brushing her cheek, he whispered,
"Pearl… I'm really hungry."