Chapter 17 – Will She Ever Leave Him?
When Mo Tingyan's flight finally landed, Wen Zhi had already been waiting in his car for quite a while.
The moment he got in, he noticed several shopping bags stacked on the back seat.
"What's all this?" he asked.
Wen Zhi straightened up, completely serious.
"I made an appointment with Chief Purser Xu's husband—under your name. Since Xu isn't easy to deal with, you're going to talk to her husband instead. Whatever happens, you must keep your job first."
Mo Tingyan: "…"
Wen Zhi turned to him, eyes firm and solemn.
"And remember—be polite. Extremely polite."
In his entire life, Mo Tingyan had never begged anyone for anything.
Not once.
Except for praying to Buddha that one time… and Buddha didn't help him keep the two people he loved most.
Since then, he believed only in himself.
And now… he had to beg someone?
"Zhangzhu," he muttered, "I don't want to go."
Wen Zhi's expression cooled instantly.
"If you don't go… then don't you ever touch me again."
Mo Tingyan: "…"
This little woman really knew exactly how to control him.
This bite of "meat" was… unbelievably hard to eat.
They arrived at the café early with the gifts in hand. After Wen Zhi reminded him—again—to hold back his temper, she went to sit at a nearby table to supervise.
Soon, a middle-aged man in a suit with a slightly bulging belly and an unmistakably greasy vibe walked in. His gaze skimmed the café, then locked onto Mo Tingyan in the corner.
His brows lifted ever so slightly. He strode over with a smile.
"Captain Mo."
With Wen Zhi watching, Mo Tingyan forced himself to stand and shake the man's hand.
"Hello, President Hao."
Hao was shorter by a full head, but he looked Mo Tingyan up and down slowly, amusement lingering in his eyes.
"Sit, sit. I heard what happened between you and my wife yesterday. I assume that's why you asked to meet?"
After they sat, Mo Tingyan glanced sideways—Wen Zhi was giving him exaggerated winks, reminding him to be humble.
He suppressed every ounce of pride and replied, deliberately sincere,
"Yes, President Hao. I just transferred here from Singapore, I'm unfamiliar with local rules. I offended Chief Purser Xu, and now she's trying to fire me. I fought hard to get where I am… please show me some mercy."
President Hao's voice was calm, but his gaze never left Mo Tingyan's face.
"My wife called me, yes. She wants you gone. I already agreed—I'm preparing the paperwork. My people don't deserve to be treated unfairly."
As he spoke, his eyes sharpened—like he was inspecting prey.
Mo Tingyan's jaw tightened. He forced himself to swallow the impulse to break the man's wrist in half. For Wen Zhi—for his "good husband" persona—he endured.
"Is there no other way to make things right?" he asked.
"Oh, of course there is." President Hao leaned forward, lowering his voice. "When you listen to people talk, you should listen to the meaning behind their words. I said my people shouldn't be wronged… didn't I?"
His hand reached out and slid toward the back of Mo Tingyan's hand.
"If you become my person," he murmured, "I'll protect you. In JiangAir, you'll walk sideways like a king."
Mo Tingyan's eyes darkened.
At the adjacent table, Wen Zhi froze solid.
She was not stupid—she instantly understood the situation.
So… President Hao was gay.
And Chief Purser Xu… was his beard?
Mo Tingyan yanked his hand away, voice going cold.
"President Hao, our tastes differ."
The rejection couldn't be clearer.
But Hao didn't rush. He lifted his coffee cup and took a sip.
"Everyone who begged me started just like this," he said lazily. "But in the end, they all ended up beneath me. Obedient. Sweet. If you want to keep your job… be smart. You look exactly like my type. As long as you behave… I'll take good care of you."
Mo Tingyan's expression remained calm—but the temperature around him dropped.
He didn't care if someone insulted him.
But to dirty Wen Zhi's ears with this filth?
Unforgivable.
He leaned forward, ready to act.
But unexpectedly, Wen Zhi moved faster.
Still wearing her mask and sunglasses, she stood up, snatched Mo Tingyan's still-steaming coffee, and splashed it straight onto President Hao's face.
Hao screamed, stumbling up and fanning his shirt.
Behind her sunglasses, no one could see Wen Zhi's expression—but her voice trembled with pure fury.
"You disgusting pig. Even if your house doesn't have mirrors, you must have a toilet! Don't you ever look at your own greasy, nauseating face? Who do you think you're charming?"
Hao glared at her, enraged.
"You cheap woman! Do you know who I am? How dare you—"
"Dare?" Wen Zhi cut him off sharply. "Not only dare—I could carve these words onto your tombstone. Listen well: loving the same sex is not shameful. What's shameful is using threats and power to force people. Mo Tingyan would rather beg for food on the streets than climb into your filthy bed, you disgusting predator!"
With that, she grabbed Mo Tingyan's wrist with one hand and the gift bags with the other, dragging him out of the café without another glance.
Behind them, President Hao screamed,
"Fine! Just you wait! I'll have him fired tomorrow!"
Back in the car, Wen Zhi was still fuming.
Mo Tingyan opened a bottle of water and handed it to her, his gaze burning into her face.
Beauty saving the hero.
He… very much enjoyed that.
But he still put on an exaggerated sigh.
"Zhangzhu… looks like I'm losing my job."
Wen Zhi's chest still heaved with anger, but the humiliation he suffered tightened something in her heart.
What was done was done—they tried their best.
She raised a hand and gently patted the back of his.
"It's fine. If you lose it, you lose it. If we can't pay the mortgage, we'll sell the house and get a smaller one. Smaller houses are cozy too."
Mo Tingyan froze, then turned to look at her.
"If I become a penniless nobody… you won't divorce me?"
Wen Zhi rolled her eyes.
"When we got married, weren't you already a penniless nobody carrying over two million in debt?"
Mo Tingyan let out a soft laugh.
To her… he truly was.
Wen Zhi added, "The house is like a mountain—heavy and suffocating. Selling it and getting a smaller one might actually feel easier."
Most people loved big houses.
So did she.
But if life couldn't support one, then a smaller, peaceful home was still a home.
She just didn't know whether Mo Tingyan could accept such a drop…
Seeing her worried brows knit together, Mo Tingyan leaned close, that lazy smirk returning to his lips.
"Zhangzhu," he murmured, "actually… I do have one more way. And it might just save my job…"