Wen Zhi had a feeling—whatever Mo Tingyan's "decision" was, it couldn't be anything good.
Sure enough.
His warm breath brushed against her face as he leaned in and said—
"Let's get married."
Married?
Pinned against the desk, Wen Zhi stared into Mo Tingyan's eyes without the slightest hint of fear.
She lifted her chin slightly, her bright eyes narrowing into a seductive curve—the same expression she'd worn the night before when she'd hooked him by the collar and kissed him first, bold and confident.
She let out a soft laugh.
"Just because we slept together once? Why would I marry you?"
Mo Tingyan replied unhurriedly,
"You approached me, didn't you? Because I'm Mo Tingjue's older brother. That identity won't change. And my reason for approaching you is even simpler…"
He leaned in, his thin lips brushing her ear, voice dripping with lethal temptation:
"I want to sleep with you legally."
With their bodies now fully pressed together, Wen Zhi could feel his heavy, unsteady breathing.
He wasn't lying—she could tell.
Men who wanted to sleep with her were countless, but someone who voiced that desire this boldly and directly?
This was a first.
She chuckled, shaking her head.
"That reason isn't nearly enough to sway me."
But Mo Tingyan wasn't in a rush. He continued lazily,
"I just reviewed your personnel file. You're renting at Huarong Shuo Residence. It's close to the airport, quiet, convenient. But the rent isn't cheap, is it?"
"So what?"
"Coincidentally, I bought a place there. Before we get the license, I can add your name to the deed. You won't need to pay the mortgage. You gain a home, I gain a partner. After marriage, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. We live together like… roommates. Isn't that ideal?"
Wen Zhi raised an eyebrow.
Living like "roommates"… admittedly tempting.
"And the most important part—" Mo Tingyan's lazy grin turned wicked as his slender fingertips traced her flawless cheek. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then held the back of her head and lowered his mouth to capture hers.
Just like the previous night—after her inexperienced teasing—he had taken full control, overwhelming her until all her defenses shattered.
Fortunately, Wen Zhi still had a sliver of clarity left.
She pushed him away sharply, frowning at him.
Mo Tingyan wasn't bothered in the slightest. Instead, he grew bolder. His warm fingertips slid to her rosy lips, thumb brushing carelessly across them.
His eyes held that innate, careless decadence.
"Your body is very honest with me. Isn't it?"
Wen Zhi turned her head, avoiding his touch. She crossed her arms and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window. Sunlight spilled across the runway outside as planes took off one after another.
Images of her family's constant scheming and exploitation flickered through her mind…
She had never been indecisive.
After a moment of silent thought, she opened her eyes—clear and resolute.
She turned around to face him.
She hated being led around in any negotiation.
So this time, she spoke first:
"I have three conditions."
Mo Tingyan leaned against the edge of the desk.
In his captain's uniform, he somehow managed to look… lazily seductive.
"Go on."
"First, during the marriage, take care of your body. No fooling around outside because…"
Her eyes drifted up and down, finally stopping—very bluntly—between his legs.
"I'm afraid you'll catch something. You must stay clean."
Hearing the words "catch something," Mo Tingyan's smile chilled slightly.
"You think everyone's like Mo Tingjue? What belongs to me is loyal to its owner."
A flash of embarrassment crossed Wen Zhi's face. She dropped the topic and continued:
"Second, we don't interfere in each other's freedom. Our marriage must remain secret from outsiders. If we're going to live like roommates, then we don't get to restrict each other. Especially regarding… marital intimacy. If one person doesn't want it, the other can't force it."
Mo Tingyan raised an eyebrow.
"Acceptable."
"Third—and most importantly… my dream is to become the chief purser of Jiang Airlines. My career comes first. I won't have children."
Wen Zhi finished calmly, her lips curling slightly, eyes sharp and composed.
If he disagreed, he should walk away now.
But unexpectedly, Mo Tingyan chuckled, voice lazy and carefree:
"I don't like children either. Works out perfectly."
He accepted being childfree?
A flicker of surprise flashed in Wen Zhi's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.
"Then that's it. When do we get the license?"
Her clean decisiveness clearly pleased Mo Tingyan.
"Right now. Go home and get your documents ready. I'll pick you up in thirty minutes."
Wen Zhi nodded and left.
After the door closed, Mo Tingyan's lips curved with a subtle, unruly smile.
He pulled out his phone and made a call.
Moments later, a steady voice answered,
"Boss, your instructions?"
—
One hour later.
Inside a black Mercedes C250, Wen Zhi sat in the passenger seat, absentmindedly staring at the property deed and the marriage certificate in her hands.
Before yesterday, she had never imagined she would get married.
And when she picked up the license earlier, she hadn't expected Mo Tingyan to actually put her name on the deed.
The apartment in Huarong Shuo Residence was worth at least three million. He'd paid over a million upfront and was still paying off the mortgage.
Plus the car he was driving now…
Sure, he was a young senior captain with exceptional credentials—his salary was definitely far above hers as a first-year flight attendant.
But she remembered what Mo Tingjue once told her:
Mo Tingyan had a terrible relationship with the Mo family, and they had cut him off financially long ago.
So his financial pressure… should be significant, right?
As she spiraled deeper into thought, the car stopped in the parking space below her apartment building.
At some point, her seatbelt had already been unbuckled.
Mo Tingyan leaned toward her, his voice low and dangerously alluring:
"Has anyone ever told you that you look incredibly sexy when you're spacing out?"
Wen Zhi frowned at his shamelessness and was about to retort—
but he leaned in and kissed her.
Her body instinctively leaned back, trying to avoid the kiss—
but he simply reclined her seat with one swift movement.
The kiss deepened, his fingers sliding—