Chapter 21 – Mo Tingjue Hears Everything
Mo Tingjue paused mid-sentence, his gaze drifting toward the man standing only a few steps away—Mo Tingyan, who was staring him down with a calm, icy warning.
Whatever he was originally planning to say instantly died in his throat. He swallowed and forced a different ending.
"Anyway… just don't get too close to him, Xiao Zhi. I'd never hurt you. You have to believe me."
Wen Zhi was already losing patience with his rambling, but a faint curiosity lingered. What exactly had he wanted to say? What was going on with Mo Tingyan's mother?
The thought flickered for barely a second before she shut it away. Their rule had always been: no prying into each other's private lives.
"Mr. Mo," she said with professional coolness, "please tell me what you actually need."
Mo Tingjue grew anxious—she was unshakeable. And just then, Mo Tingyan walked over, hands in his pockets, expression shadowed and cold.
The three of them stood facing each other, tension so sharp it felt like the air might crack.
Chief Purser Xue spotted the situation and hurried over.
"Captain Mo, is everything all right? Do you need assistance?"
Mo Tingyan turned to her with a polite smile that did nothing to hide his doubt.
"Chief Purser Xue, why did you suddenly reassign your crew?"
"This was a request from our platinum passenger, Mr. Mo Tingjue," she replied quickly. "He asked for Miss Wen to serve him."
"I see," Mo Tingyan said lightly.
Wen Zhi shot him a subtle look—a tiny shake of her head telling him not to interfere. She could handle this.
But Mo Tingyan looked away as though he hadn't seen a thing. His expression shifted into something eerily calm.
"So this platinum passenger wants to sleep with one of your flight attendants? Since the plane hasn't taken off yet, should I help you bring them a bed?"
Chief Purser Xue nearly fainted.
On one side was the VVIP passenger; on the other, the captain threatening to flip the aircraft upside down.
Before she could form words, Mo Tingyan continued:
"Reassign everyone back. Let Lin Yue return and bring me a coffee to the cockpit. And you—"
His gaze dropped onto Mo Tingjue, voice emotionless and terrifyingly level.
"If you can sit on this plane, sit. If you can't, I don't mind calling your family and having them drag you out."
He cast one cold glance at him and walked back into the cockpit without a backward look.
Mo Tingjue clenched his jaw but didn't argue.
Making a scene would only get Wen Zhi punished—and she'd hate him even more.
He stepped back and sat down.
Chief Purser Xue immediately returned Wen Zhi to her original position in the aft cabin, where she continued working peacefully.
For the rest of the flight, Mo Tingjue didn't dare stir up trouble.
The flight ended with a layover, and the crew checked into the airport hotel for the night.
After a shower, Wen Zhi dried her hair, tidied up, and reached for her phone to message Mo Tingyan—
when a knock sounded at the door.
Followed by his voice.
Her heart lurched. Afraid someone might see him, she rushed to the door and pulled it open.
The moment he stepped inside, he wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her with the intensity of a long-starved man.
Wen Zhi pressed a hand to his forehead, frowning.
"Stop. I need to talk first."
"Talk after."
"No." She slipped from his arms, stepping back with a serious expression.
"Mo Tingyan, what was that today? I told you with my eyes not to offend Chief Purser Xue. You didn't see me?"
"She has backing?"
"No! But you just fought with Chief Purser Xu, and now you're clashing with Chief Purser Xue. Are you planning to offend the entire company?"
Mo Tingyan, relaxed as ever, ruffled her damp hair.
"Don't worry. No one in the company will dare touch me."
Wen Zhi blinked. "Why?"
Impatience flickered across his eyes—he wanted her, and he wanted her now. So he gave the fastest explanation:
"After I publicly clashed with Chief Purser Xu, not only did I not get fired—his powerful backer got fired instead. What do you think people will assume?"
Wen Zhi stared.
People would think… his backstage support was even higher than Hao Xuguang's.
"So you're borrowing President Huo's power to throw your weight around?" she asked, exasperated.
Mo Tingyan: "???"
Borrowing whose power?
At that same moment, far away at a dinner meeting, Huo Ze felt a sudden chill crawl up his back.
Why does it feel like someone is using me again…?
Wen Zhi opened her mouth to continue, but Mo Tingyan was done talking.
He seized her lips, kissing her hard as he guided her backward—until she fell into the soft mattress beneath him.
She turned her face away, dodging the sudden attack.
"We're not done talking."
"We aren't," he agreed, leaning over her, fingers toying with her earlobe, voice deep and sinful.
"You still haven't answered my question from before takeoff. Tell me… between me and Huo Ze… who's better?"
Wen Zhi: "…"
So he remembered that ridiculous question all the way till now?
She inhaled to speak, but he suddenly murmured,
"Forget it. You can answer later. For now, focus. You're not allowed to think about him. Look only at me."
Because if she didn't answer, he had the perfect excuse to "punish" her—over and over again.
He kissed her again, silencing any protest, deepening the kiss until her mind blurred and the room grew hotter, their breaths tangled in a haze of wanting.
The air thickened; soft gasps and murmurs filled the room.
Outside the door, Mo Tingjue had finally found her room. Smiling faintly, he inhaled and raised a hand to knock—
But then he heard it.
The sounds.
He froze.
Then slowly, horror dawning, pressed his ear to the door.
There was no mistaking it.
It was the unmistakable sound of a man and a woman…