In the shooting competition, Mo Tingyan's team—unsurprisingly—took first place again.
This time, Wen Zhi also performed brilliantly. With smooth cooperation between her and her partner, they secured third place.
The irritation in her heart was instantly replaced by joy. All she could think about now was this: Mo Tingyan's skills could crush anyone in seconds. As long as I beat my teammate in the PK round, this trip will be totally worth it!
The in-team PK started from third place.
Wen Zhi focused completely, each shot better than the last. In the end, she won by four rings.
Five grams of gold—secured!
After watching the second-place match with excitement, she waited confidently for first place to fall, without suspense, to Mo Tingyan's side.
Before the match started, Mo Tingyan looked at her from afar through the crowd, his lips curving into a… rather strange smile.
At the time, Wen Zhi didn't understand why that smile felt so odd.
Until—
The match began.
Mo Tingyan's first seven shots were all… one-ring hits.
Instantly, murmurs flooded Wen Zhi's ears.
"Captain Mo is so handsome. He knows Xiao Chen can't shoot, so he's deliberately letting her—and so obviously too."
"Exactly. Being able to hit one ring every time is a skill in itself."
"If I'd known, I would've begged to team up with Captain Mo. Eight thousand yuan—that's enough for a discounted designer bag."
"..."
Wen Zhi couldn't listen anymore.
She shot a vicious glare at that flirtatious playboy who'd rather chase women than money, turned around, squeezed out of the crowd, and went straight to help at the barbecue stand—silent and furious.
After a while, Yan Duo jogged over, grabbed a skewer of grilled meat from her, and said while eating,
"Xiao Zhi, our Captain Mo is insanely good. He gave his teammate seven rounds and still won. Absolute sharpshooter!"
Wen Zhi froze.
She turned to Yan Duo in disbelief. "Captain Mo… won?"
"Yeah! His last three shots were all ten rings—one ring higher than Xiao Zhao's total. Honestly, Xiao Zhao really wasted the chance. The captain gave her so much room—if she'd just hit two rings in the last round, she would've beaten him. But she missed the target entirely."
Yan Duo then leaned in, her expression turning gossipy.
"But honestly, Xiao Zhao is petite and cute—totally the type that makes men want to protect her. Do you think Captain Mo likes that kind of girl? Watching him teach her hand-in-hand earlier, I really thought they looked pretty well matched."
Wen Zhi: "..."
Well matched.
Perfectly matched!
Fine—let him go live happily ever after with Xiao Zhao!
Just as Yan Duo finished speaking, Mo Tingyan walked over from a short distance away. He casually patted Yan Duo on the shoulder, wearing a roguish grin.
"Xiao Yan, gossiping about me behind my back again?"
As he spoke, he flicked a glance at Wen Zhi from the corner of his eye.
Wen Zhi acted like she barely knew him—didn't even look his way.
Yan Duo smiled brightly.
"Captain, can I gossip to your face instead? I think you and Xiao Zhao are super compatible, so I wanted to ask—do you like cute girls like her?"
Seeing Wen Zhi clearly distancing herself from him, Mo Tingyan didn't get discouraged. He quickly picked up a skewer from the grill and replied casually,
"Who doesn't like cute women?"
Wen Zhi immediately snatched the skewer out of his hand. She glared at him seriously and said,
"Captain Mo, sorry, but this is for my teammate. If you want to eat, please grill it yourself."
With that, she picked up the skewers along with the grill tray and walked straight back into the crowd.
Mo Tingyan stared at her retreating back.
"..."
The wife is angry!
And this time… he might've overdone it.
Yan Duo thought Mo Tingyan was embarrassed after being shut down and quickly tried to smooth things over.
"Captain Mo, don't take it to heart. Xiao Zhi is just like that—cool and distant with everyone. She doesn't mean any harm. You'll get used to it."
Mo Tingyan didn't respond.
He just stared at Wen Zhi, his gaze growing noticeably more serious.
Because she had actually taken the skewers over to the co-pilot from the other crew—and was speaking to him gently, even smiling.
Why do I suddenly feel like stabbing someone?
A few minutes later, food ordered from a nearby hotel arrived. Combined with the grilled meat and snacks everyone brought, over thirty people sat together in a lively circle, eating and chatting.
Some colleagues took turns performing—singing, dancing, showing off special talents. Wen Zhi watched from start to finish, eating seriously, planning to head back and rest once she was full.
Then, more than half an hour later, the other crew's Chief Purser Song was smiling so wide her mouth nearly reached her ears.
She looked at Chief Purser Xue and said teasingly,
"How come all the performances are from our group's girls? Your group doesn't have any talents at all?"
Chief Purser Xue looked a little embarrassed. She shot several glares at her own people—she'd told those useless girls to prepare something, and yet…
Chief Purser Song laughed even more happily.
"Well then, if you really don't have any programs to compete with us, I suppose our group will graciously accept this round's bonus. Thank you for yielding."
At that, Wen Zhi's eyes lit up. She leaned closer to Yan Duo and whispered,
"What bonus?"
Yan Duo leaned in and whispered back,
"Didn't you read the company notice? There's a voluntary talent competition—highest votes get a 2,000-yuan performance bonus. The chief purser even told us to prepare something if possible. I actually prepared a song, but everyone said my singing was terrible…"
Yan Duo kept rambling, but Wen Zhi suddenly raised her hand and looked at Chief Purser Xue.
"Chief Purser, if no one else is prepared… how about I dance on behalf of our group?"
Chief Purser Xue didn't care whether Wen Zhi could actually dance or not—having something was better than nothing.
She clapped immediately. "Great! Don't just stand there—go on, go on!"
Yan Duo was stunned.
Just how short on money was Jiang Airlines' top-tier beauty?!
Meanwhile, to Wen Zhi's right, the corner of Mo Tingyan's lips curved almost imperceptibly.
I knew it.
How could this little money-lover possibly ignore two thousand yuan? Turns out—she simply didn't know there was prize money.
Wen Zhi pulled out her phone, selected a traditional-style instrumental track, and handed it to the staff to play.
She tucked her loose T-shirt into the waistband of her wide-leg pants.
As the music started, she moved instantly with the rhythm.
Her waist was slender, her legs soft and flexible—splits, aerial flips, every move executed with perfect precision. Her delicate, graceful silhouette dancing by the bonfire looked like a living painting, stunning everyone present.
Even Mo Tingyan—seeing her dance for the first time—was completely captivated.
He honestly hadn't known Wen Zhi could dance.
And not just dance—but dance this well.
So well that he genuinely couldn't find words to describe it.
No wonder… in bed, her body was always so soft, so pliant.
The thought made his Adam's apple bob slightly.
Yeah—
He was definitely tempted.