Feng Zhao stood outside the hospital room door, rubbing his temples in frustration.
"Bah, bah, bah—don't talk nonsense. He was saved. Just got transferred back to the ward, still unconscious.
But before he passed out, he kept telling me he wanted to see you."
Wen Zhi didn't respond to that. She only asked calmly,
"What did he do?"
"He secretly swallowed a whole blister pack of cephalosporins at home, then ran to the club to drink with me.
Good thing I noticed in time—otherwise he'd be cold by now.
Stop wasting time, this is about a human life. Get over here!"
Listening to Feng Zhao's shouting, Wen Zhi instead grew calmer.
She was now Mo Tingyan's wife.
And after what Mo Tingjue had done to Mo Tingyan—something so despicable—
there was no way she would ignore her husband's feelings just because Mo Tingjue was seeking death.
Her voice was light and restrained.
"I'm married. Out of respect for my husband, it's not appropriate for me to meet another man in private."
The moment Feng Zhao heard this, he exploded.
"How can you be so cold-blooded?! Tingjue's been completely off lately, and it's all because of you!
You're what do they call it… right—a femme fatale! You—"
He rambled on angrily, cursing nonstop.
Wen Zhi didn't bother listening.
Who was he to judge her?
She directly hung up the call, leaving Feng Zhao fuming on the other end.
Feng Zhao was still cursing when Gu Nian hurried over.
After thanking him and hearing that Wen Zhi had refused to come, her face darkened as she entered the ward.
Mo Tingjue had just woken up.
Seeing her son's pale, dazed expression, Gu Nian rushed forward, hugged him tightly, and burst into tears.
"My son… what were you thinking? If anything had happened to you, how could I go on living?"
Mo Tingjue's eyes reddened as he looked at her, his voice pleading.
"Mom, I want to see Xiao Zhi. Help me arrange it, okay? I want to see her."
Gu Nian's heart sank.
She believed her son's reckless suicide attempt was entirely caused by that woman.
She immediately objected.
"For a woman that low-class, is it really worth it?
Long pain is worse than short pain. Take this chance and cut her off completely."
"No!"
Mo Tingjue pulled his hand from hers, panic and tears in his voice.
"No, I have to see her. I miss her. Mom, without her, I'll die!"
Seeing her precious son reduced to this state, Gu Nian's hatred for Wen Zhi deepened.
She said firmly,
"Everything else I can indulge you in, but not this.
Any woman Mo Tingyan wants isn't worthy of you. Stay away from her."
She had to help Mo Tingjue quit Wen Zhi—completely.
Afraid she might soften, she left Mo Tingjue temporarily in Feng Zhao's care and stepped out of the ward.
Standing in the corridor, her eyes were filled with ruthless hatred.
She wanted that shameless couple to go to hell.
An idea flashed through her mind.
She took out her phone and made a call, ordering coldly,
"Is she still causing trouble? Give her money. Let her make a scene."
The more extreme it got, the easier it would be to make them tear each other apart.
On the other side, Wen Zhi put her phone back into her bag after hanging up.
Mo Tingyan had been standing beside her the entire time, so he'd heard everything.
Thinking about Wen Zhi's expression when she first heard that Mo Tingjue might be dead,
a sour jealousy surged in his chest.
"When you thought he might have died just now," he asked,
"were you worried? Upset?"
Wen Zhi didn't notice his inner turmoil and answered honestly.
"A relationship ending because of betrayal is pretty common.
The feelings may be over, but the help he once gave me was real.
No matter what, I wouldn't be vicious enough to hope he dies."
"And if he wants to see you, you won't worry if you don't go?"
Wen Zhi shot him a look.
"Don't try to provoke me. Once I let go, I don't look back."
But after saying that, she suddenly realized something.
Why was Mo Tingyan asking this?
Did that mean… he was jealous?
If he was jealous—was it because he liked her?
She looked up at him, curious, yet unsure how to ask.
What if she was overthinking it?
Seeing her staring at him so intently, Mo Tingyan curved his lips into a smile.
He wrapped an arm around her slim waist and pulled her into his chest.
"What's with that look, my little treasure?
You're basically drugging me."
"What?" Wen Zhi frowned, confused by his non sequitur.
Mo Tingyan chuckled darkly, scooped her up in his arms, and walked toward the bedroom.
"An aphrodisiac."
Wen Zhi: "..."
Here he went again—completely unserious.
She didn't even get a chance to shower before Mo Tingyan pinned her on the bed, tossing her around until she was utterly exhausted.
Afterward, she lay sprawled on the bed, too tired to move.
Mo Tingyan, looking thoroughly satisfied, picked up a cigarette.
Before lighting it, he suddenly remembered something.
"Oh right, good news," he said.
"Because of how bravely you handled things on the plane, the company gave you a commendation for acting righteously.
Two thousand yuan bonus."
Wen Zhi's eyes lit up.
"Then that means the money for Chen Jiaying's clothes is earned back?"
Seeing her money-loving expression, Mo Tingyan couldn't help laughing.
Just this little sweetness, and she'd already forgotten the fear she felt when she thought she might have rabies.
His little wife was far too easy to satisfy.
"The clothes didn't even cost anything in the end.
A few flight attendants apologized to me.
Chen Jiaying didn't accept the two thousand yuan either—said the clothes were already cleaned.
She asked me to tell you she's sorry, and thank you."
Wen Zhi was a bit surprised.
What happened to Mo Tingyan would probably continue to ferment within the company for a while.
But as long as the crew didn't keep stabbing him emotionally, he'd likely feel a little better.
"As long as they don't talk nonsense again, I won't bother arguing with them."
Mo Tingyan laughed softly.
"My wife is so powerful—one against ten. They wouldn't dare."
Wen Zhi rolled her eyes.
She was clearly helping him, and he still had the nerve to tease her.
Mo Tingyan looked at her glare and affectionately pecked her lips.
"The chief purser invited us to her place for dinner this Saturday. I already agreed for you."
Wen Zhi frowned.
"Why didn't you ask me first?"
"You don't want to go?"
She nodded.
"I've never been a guest at someone else's home. I don't really know how to handle that."
"You've got me," he said gently. "Don't be afraid."
Hearing that, Wen Zhi's heart stirred.
She lifted her gaze to look at him.
She'd always handled everything on her own.
But now… she felt as if she finally had someone to rely on.
A warmth she'd never known before spread freely through her chest.
So this was what it felt like to like someone.
Which meant—
She really did like Mo Tingyan.