Wen Zhi's dance was simply too stunning. After the votes were counted, the prize money naturally ended up in her pocket.
For Chief Purser Xue, the money itself didn't matter much—what mattered was saving face.
She was smiling even more smugly than Chief Purser Song now, deliberately saying in a sarcastic tone,
"Chief Purser Song, having lots of programs doesn't necessarily mean anything. We win with quality."
This time, Chief Purser Song was the one left unhappy. She shot Wen Zhi a displeased glance, pressed her lips together, and said nothing.
After dinner, everyone gathered around the bonfire to play Truth or Dare.
Because there were so many people, everyone could be picked at most once. Their rule was simple: whoever got chosen had to answer three questions.
The atmosphere was lively and heated. When it came to Mo Tingyan's turn, everyone rushed to ask questions. In the end, Yan Duo—the little gossip queen—won the chance.
Eager to resolve her earlier doubts, she asked excitedly,
"Captain, tell us—what type of girl do you like?"
Mo Tingyan let out a lazy, roguish chuckle and answered mysteriously,
"Well… soft personality, cute…"
The moment Yan Duo heard this, she elbowed Wen Zhi beside her, eyes sparkling like she'd uncovered a scandal. She whispered excitedly,
"Xiao Zhi, listen, listen! Isn't that describing Xiao Zhao? Isn't this basically a long-distance confession? Oh my god, I'm totally shipping this CP!"
Wen Zhi didn't say a word, but her fingers around her cup tightened unconsciously.
Just then, Mo Tingyan's tone shifted, and he added with a light laugh,
"Those don't really matter. What I like is someone good-looking, with a great figure—and excellent skills."
The moment he finished speaking, laughter erupted all around.
Yan Duo: "..."
"The CP I was shipping just died on the spot."
Seeing Yan Duo's speechless expression, Wen Zhi couldn't help but smile faintly as well.
Noticing that Wen Zhi had finally smiled after the whole evening, Mo Tingyan's brows lifted slightly in satisfaction.
Right then, another female colleague across the circle looked at Mo Tingyan and asked,
"Captain Mo, is your ideal type here tonight?"
Mo Tingyan didn't even hesitate.
"Of course."
That answer instantly set everyone scanning the crowd, scrutinizing each other's expressions.
Wen Zhi was actually panicking inside. Not because she was afraid of giving herself away—but because she was afraid Mo Tingyan would say something outrageous.
Luckily, she was usually a cool and reserved person. Even though she was nervous now, her expression stayed cold, and no one noticed anything unusual.
Just then, Yan Duo suddenly spoke up,
"Hey—if we're talking about looks, isn't Wen Zhi the prettiest in our airline? She's not only beautiful, her figure is amazing too—"
She turned to Wen Zhi with a grin.
"Xiao Zhi, isn't the one our captain likes… you?"
Everyone's eyes instantly landed on Wen Zhi.
Wen Zhi: "..."
Her heart skipped hard.
She wasn't afraid of losing composure—she was afraid Mo Tingyan wouldn't control his mouth.
Before anyone else could speak, she replied coolly,
"Anyone who can make it into Jiang Airlines looks good. And whose figure is bad, exactly?"
She glanced coldly at Mo Tingyan, then said to Yan Duo,
"Captain Mo clearly has no intention of telling you his real type. You're the only one naïve enough to start guessing."
The others suddenly felt that made sense.
But seeing how urgently Wen Zhi denied it, Mo Tingyan decided to push back instead.
"What I said sounds like the basic criteria for any normal man, doesn't it? How does that not count as an answer? In that case, I'd like to see how honest Flight Attendant Wen can be."
As he spoke, he manually spun the bottle in the center until it pointed straight at Wen Zhi.
"Come on, Flight Attendant Wen. Tell us—among the men here tonight, is there anyone who fits your ideal type?"
Wen Zhi: "..."
There were only seven men present.
And one of them was Mo Tingyan.
She answered without hesitation.
"No."
This time, Mo Tingyan was the one unhappy.
They were already married—how could he not even be her ideal type?!
The other men present all fell silent at the same time.
Still dissatisfied, Mo Tingyan pressed on,
"Then if you had to choose one man from these seven to marry—who would you choose?"
Wen Zhi turned and shot him an annoyed look.
He's doing this on purpose!
Seeing how tense she was, Mo Tingyan's mood improved instead.
Served her right—who told her to choose someone else over him during the competition earlier?
Wen Zhi picked up the beer bottle in front of Yan Duo, poured herself a glass, and said calmly,
"I choose Dare."
She gulped the drink down in one go, set the glass aside, and stood up.
"Sorry, everyone. I'm drunk and need to rest. I won't disturb your fun any longer."
She nodded politely to the group and walked straight back to her tent in the distance.
For a moment, the surroundings fell quiet.
Everyone thought Wen Zhi and Mo Tingyan didn't get along at all. Even Yan Duo, who loved gossip more than anyone, didn't sense anything off.
To ease the atmosphere, she quickly said,
"Xiao Zhi can't hold her liquor. She rarely joins our group dinners anyway. Don't worry about her—let's keep playing."
Soon, the game resumed, and the awkwardness faded away.
Back in her tent, Wen Zhi put on her earphones, turned on her small fan, and started scrolling on her phone.
Compared to noisy excitement, she preferred this kind of quiet solitude.
When everyone outside finally dispersed and returned to their tents, Wen Zhi put her phone away. Listening to the insects chirping in the night—so close it felt like they were whispering in her ears—she slowly drifted off to sleep.
She didn't know how long she had been asleep when she suddenly felt a weight pressing down on her—
Her eyes flew open.
Before she could scream, she smelled a familiar scent—one belonging only to Mo Tingyan.
He lifted the thin blanket covering her and slipped beneath it, leaning close to her ear as he murmured softly,
"Zhangzhu… the wilderness sniper mission is about to begin."
The nearest tent was only seven or eight meters away.
As Mo Tingyan pushed her hem all the way up to her collarbone and lowered his head to kiss her chest, Wen Zhi's heart nearly jumped out of her throat.
Afraid someone might hear, she pressed against his shoulder and whispered urgently,
"Don't mess around. We're outdoors—our colleagues are right next to us. Go back. Now."
Mo Tingyan ignored her completely.
His teasing kisses spread like sparks catching fire.
Wen Zhi clenched the thin blanket tightly, barely holding herself together—
When suddenly, faint footsteps sounded outside the tent.
Instinctively, she grabbed the back of Mo Tingyan's head, holding him completely still as she listened.
The footsteps came closer…
Then a soft voice called from outside the tent:
"Xiao Zhi? Xiao Zhi?"
Wen Zhi's heart leapt straight into her throat—