Watching Mo Tingjue get kicked out of the group chat, Wen Zhi instantly felt refreshed.
She went into the bathroom for a shower. When she came out, towel in hand and hair still damp, she froze in surprise—
Mo Tingyan was already inside the room.
At that moment, he was calmly placing takeaway dishes on the coffee table.
Wen Zhi walked over while drying her hair, stunned.
"How did you get in?"
Mo Tingyan casually waved a room key card in his hand.
"I asked the chief steward to help me get another one from the front desk."
Wen Zhi's face flushed red at once.
"You… you really have some nerve. Aren't you afraid the chief steward will laugh at you?"
She'd publicly acknowledged their relationship—
Not to make things easier for him in this regard.
Mo Tingyan grinned.
"The chief steward is married. Don't you think he understands what happens between husband and wife?"
Wen Zhi was speechless. As always, she couldn't win an argument with him.
She walked over, ready to sit down and eat, but before she could even touch the chair, Mo Tingyan stepped forward swiftly and scooped her up in his arms.
Before Wen Zhi could react, she was tossed onto the soft bed.
Her heart lurched as if she'd been thrown onto a roller coaster, and she let out a startled cry.
Mo Tingyan leaned over her with a wicked smile, kissed her deeply, and swallowed her unfinished gasp.
He lifted his head, gently stroking her cheek.
"How about we release some stress first? Let your beloved work a little harder?"
Wen Zhi stared at him.
"We haven't even eaten yet!"
He laughed softly.
"Am I not the grand feast right in front of you? Come on, Miss Wen—indulge yourself."
As he spoke, he slowly pushed her sleepwear upward, from the hem to her collarbone, then lowered his head—
The lingering scent of the food was completely drowned out by the warmth filling the room.
A beautiful night… was only just beginning.
Their flight the next day was scheduled for noon.
Because she'd been thoroughly "tormented" the night before, Wen Zhi didn't wake up until the alarm rang at ten.
She was curled up in Mo Tingyan's arms, both of them completely bare.
The moment she moved, he stirred as well, rolled over, pulled her fully into his embrace, and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Wen Zhi pursed her lips.
She had never liked sleeping with someone else.
But somehow…
Things she disliked, once repeated often enough, could start to feel surprisingly natural.
That realization was terrifying.
Sensing something dangerous about his body again, Wen Zhi immediately opened her eyes, slipped out of bed, and escaped—before he could start messing around once more.
Mo Tingyan watched her flee and lazily sprawled across the bed, grinning like a rogue.
"You little enchantress. You've already drained me dry—what are you running for? Even if you stayed, I wouldn't have the strength to do anything. Come on, get back here. Lie down with your husband for a bit."
"In your dreams!"
Wen Zhi had suffered enough losses to know better than to believe his nonsense.
Watching her disappear into the bathroom, Mo Tingyan rolled over and lay face-down on the bed, sighing inwardly—
Kids grow up so fast. Harder and harder to fool.
They missed breakfast entirely and could only settle for a cup of instant noodles each.
When they arrived together at the airport briefing room, the entire crew went unusually quiet.
Everyone was secretly watching them.
Ironically, the two of them acted perfectly normal—entering, sitting down in their respective seats, and attending the meeting as usual.
Only after boarding did Yan Duo finally squeeze over to Wen Zhi, eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Xiao Zhi, when did you and Captain Mo get married? The first time he transferred here, I ran into you two together in the underground parking lot that morning—don't tell me you were already…"
Wen Zhi looked at her calmly.
"Mm. We were already married then."
Yan Duo: "..."
"You two are way too good at hiding things. If it were me, I'd have burst long ago. So how did you meet?"
Wen Zhi pressed her lips together.
She knew Yan Duo wasn't malicious—just overly fond of gossip. Still, some things weren't meant to be discussed.
She replied calmly,
"Secret. Go do your job—the passengers are about to board."
Not getting an answer only made Yan Duo itch with curiosity even more.
Nearby, a few flight attendants were still embarrassed from yesterday's gossip fiasco. Seeing Wen Zhi chatting and laughing with Yan Duo, they felt awkward but didn't dare approach.
Soon, boarding began.
Wen Zhi stood at the cabin entrance with the chief steward, greeting passengers one by one.
When a well-dressed man in a suit boarded, Wen Zhi nodded politely.
But as she looked up, their eyes met—
And something felt… off.
The man held his neck stiffly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed repeatedly. His lips were cracked, his breathing irregular.
Wen Zhi frowned slightly, watching him walk toward the rear cabin and take his seat before finally looking away.
That area was assigned to Yan Duo and Chen Jiaying.
She leaned over and whispered,
"Keep an eye on that passenger."
After takeoff, Wen Zhi was organizing drinks in the work area when sudden shouting erupted from the rear cabin.
She immediately dropped what she was doing and rushed out.
What she saw made her blood run cold.
The strange male passenger had unfastened his seatbelt. His eyes were bloodshot as he clawed at the male passenger beside him, lunging forward as if trying to bite him. Drool streamed from his mouth, and strange guttural sounds came from his throat.
The other passenger struggled desperately, pushing him away while shouting for help—but the man kept charging forward like a mad beast.
Nearby passengers had already fled in terror. No one dared intervene.
The chief steward and Chen Jiaying were closest and had grabbed the man from behind—
But their strength was no match.
The crazed passenger shook them off violently.
Wen Zhi turned sharply to Yan Duo, who was frozen in fear.
"What's going on?"
Yan Duo snapped back to her senses.
"Before takeoff, you told me to watch him. He looked extremely thirsty, so I offered him water—but he slapped it away and refused to drink. After takeoff, he kept covering his ears and wouldn't let the window passenger open the shade. When the man said something to him, he suddenly snapped… like he'd gone insane."
As the chief steward and Chen Jiaying rushed in again, the crazed man suddenly turned, eyes filled with feral malice.
He hunched forward—and lunged straight at Chen Jiaying.
She wasn't fast enough.
She was knocked violently to the floor.
"Go inform the cockpit—now!" Wen Zhi shouted at Yan Duo as she sprinted forward.
She rushed up just as the chief steward grabbed the man from behind.
Wen Zhi reached out, gripping his jaw just before his teeth could sink into Chen Jiaying's neck, forcing his head upward with all her strength.
The man jerked upright, lifted his head—
And glared at Wen Zhi with savage hatred.
Then, gripping her arm—
He bit down hard.