Wen Zhi had slept with her ex-boyfriend's older brother—a man she had only met once in her life.
As for the process…
Well, it was impossible for it to be calm and uneventful.
After all, it was her first time. But when those large hands steadied her, holding her securely, it still became an unforgettable memory for her very first experience.
Now, as she gazed at the man beside her—whose sleeping face was devastatingly handsome even in slumber…
Mm. No regrets.
She didn't linger. Instead, she got out of bed and put on her clothes.
Before leaving, she turned back, leaned down, and kissed his extraordinarily handsome cheek. Lowering her voice, she murmured,
"Consider this your reward—for the effort and the skill."
After speaking, she left a note for him and walked out.
The moment the hotel room door clicked shut, the man on the bed slowly opened his eyes.
He sat up. The white quilt slid loosely down to his lean waist, barely covering his hip bones.
He reached sideways, picked up the pack of cigarettes and the note left on top of it. With practiced ease, he flicked out a cigarette, clenched it lazily between his lips, lit it, and stared at the note with deep, shadowed eyes.
On the note, in elegant handwriting, were two lines:
[Just mutual pleasure, willingly shared.
If we meet again, let's pretend we don't know each other—no entanglement.]
Mo Tingyan held the cigarette between his long fingers, tilted his head, and exhaled a thin ring of smoke. The drifting haze blurred his unruly, decadent features as a faint, enigmatic smile tugged at his lips…
As Wen Zhi stepped out of the hotel, the cool breeze hit her face, snapping her out of the fog of passion from moments earlier.
She thought:
They were both adults.
Besides, she was her ex-boyfriend's ex-girlfriend—surely Mo Tingyan wouldn't cling to her.
From now on, nothing would happen between them.
And they would probably never meet again.
But Wen Zhi never expected the slap to come this fast.
The man she thought she'd never see again was standing—in person—the very next day in Jiangcheng Airlines' conference room!
He, Mo Tingyan, was actually the senior captain newly transferred from Xingzhou!
As a flight attendant who had been in the company for less than a year, Wen Zhi sat in the back row, staring in disbelief at the man she'd shared a night of passion with just hours ago…
She still remembered clearly the way his thin lips brushed her ear, the marks he left on her skin.
This was truly…
A cursed fate.
It wasn't that she feared Mo Tingyan—she simply disliked trouble.
Her popularity in the airline wasn't great. She hated brown-nosing and didn't like using her personal time to socialize with colleagues.
And her looks…
She was a rare, striking beauty with bold, defined features—coldly seductive, naturally alluring without makeup.
In an airline full of beautiful women, her face, skin, and figure put her leagues ahead.
Naturally, she became a target of envy.
If anyone found out she had a secret entanglement with the newly arrived captain…
Just imagining it made her feel exhausted.
And Wen Zhi hated trouble more than anything.
She was drowning in complicated thoughts when she suddenly felt Mo Tingyan's gaze—those naturally smiling peach-blossom eyes—with a hint of appraisal and teasing directed straight at her…
The people in the front rows sensed his line of sight and began turning around curiously.
Wen Zhi reacted swiftly. She bent forward before they could see her clearly and stood up.
As if noticing the crowd's attention on her, she said calmly and coolly,
"Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom."
After speaking, she nodded politely, then strode out without looking back.
She stayed gone for half an hour.
Only when she felt the welcome ceremony should be over did she return to the office building.
The hallway was nearly empty by then.
Her supervisor, Chief Purser Xue, spotted her and her face darkened.
"Wen Zhi, so you do know how to come back."
Wen Zhi apologized verbally, though her expression held zero guilt.
"Sorry, Chief Purser. I wasn't feeling well. The meeting's over, right?
Then can I leave now?"
"Leave? Leave what?" Chief Purser Xue snapped.
"Why is it so difficult for you to maintain some colleague relationships? Captain Mo is dedicated and responsible—he wants to familiarize himself with all staff as soon as possible, so he's meeting with each of us individually. You're the only one left. Get in there!"
Wen Zhi: "..."
Seems like there was no escaping this.
Fine. She had something to clarify with Mo Tingyan anyway—to avoid trouble later.
A few minutes later, Wen Zhi knocked on the door.
A steady voice inside said, "Come in."
She pushed open the door—and her eyes met the man seated at the desk.
Mo Tingyan's right brow visibly lifted. Leaning back in his chair, his posture was lazy and careless. He casually twirled his index finger in the air and curved his lips.
"Close the door."
Wen Zhi shut the door and turned to face him.
Before she could speak, Mo Tingyan patted his thigh and said lazily,
"Come here. Sit."
The seductive tone instantly flooded her mind with memories of last night—the intoxicating moments, the breathless entanglement, his warm breaths brushing against her ear…
She forced the shameful images away and walked to the desk, her stunning face composed and serious.
"I left a note. Didn't you read it, Captain Mo?"
Mo Tingyan was relaxed, carefree, blatantly at ease.
"I read it."
You read it?
Then what are you trying to do now?
"Captain Mo, I'm sure you know what a one-night stand means. What happened last night should stay in last night. There's no need for either of us to bring it up again—we hardly know each other."
"Hardly know each other, but very in sync," he drawled, emphasizing the last word.
Mo Tingyan stood up and walked toward her.
When he reached her, he braced his arms on the desk on either side of her body…
His lips curved in a subtle smile.
He didn't look threatening, but his presence exuded a strong sense of pressure, making Wen Zhi unconsciously tense.
He said slowly,
"Last night was wonderful—so wonderful I can't forget it.
So I made a decision…"