Chapter 35 — Captain Mo's Girlfriend
Wen Zhi was speechless. She slammed the door shut—bang!—without hesitation.
He "forgave" her?
Forgave what?!
What kind of brain circuit was that?!
Outside, Mo Tingyan stood frozen. Then he heard her lock the door from inside.
"…"
Two times.
He'd been angry exactly two times since living with her.
And both times—
She didn't coax him.
At all.
Not even a little.
In fact, she didn't even realize he was angry.
That realization alone made his chest burn with indignation.
So he lifted his hand—
And began knocking.
She refused to open, so he kept knocking.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Until Wen Zhi inside the room was so thoroughly harassed she finally snapped and unlocked the door—
The door flew open and she glared at him with clear annoyance.
Seeing her angry, Mo Tingyan instantly relaxed.
Oh. She could get mad.
Good.
Great, even.
He grinned shamelessly, leaning close.
"Pearl, why'd you take so long? I'm starving to death."
Wen Zhi: "…"
She didn't bother wasting breath.
She pushed up the sleeves of her pajamas and said flatly, "Fine. Hungry, right? I'll cook. Wait."
And she stomped straight into the kitchen.
Mo Tingyan swaggered to the dining table, lips lifting smugly.
So what if she had a temper?
Even firecrackers explode if you poke them long enough.
An hour later, Wen Zhi emerged with a full spread—
Spicy beef slices.
Crispy chili prawns.
Chili-oil cucumber salad.
A full hell-level spicy feast.
She slammed the bowl of rice in front of him, crossed her arms, and said coldly,
"Eat."
Mo Tingyan: "…"
She was ruthless.
Truly.
Seeing he didn't pick up his chopsticks, Wen Zhi arched a brow.
"What now? Didn't you say you were starving? Or do you just not want to eat what I made? If that's the case, then don't ever eat my food again."
She reached out to take the dishes away—
Mo Tingyan grabbed her wrist instantly.
His previously stern face cracked into a roguish smirk.
"When did I say I'm not eating? My wife cooked for me. Even if you dumped poison in it, I'd still finish it. Sit."
Then, under Wen Zhi's direct stare, he began eating—
Big bites.
One mouthful after another.
It took only a few minutes before his lips turned bright red, sweat dripping down his forehead.
Watching him torture himself, Wen Zhi's earlier fury… softened.
Just a little.
Forget it.
Why stay mad at this thick-skinned fool?
She stood, snatched the bowl from his hands.
"Enough. Stop eating."
Mo Tingyan protested, "No. You cooked it for me, I have to finish—"
"Stop talking." Wen Zhi cut him off. "Wait. I'll make you noodles."
She returned to the kitchen.
Mo Tingyan leaned back, satisfied.
Not bad.
She did have a conscience—though admittedly, a very small one.
After he finished the plain noodles she cooked, she told him to clean up the kitchen afterward and then went back to her room.
She thought the incident ended there.
But later that afternoon, when she walked out to get water, she heard pained groans coming from Mo Tingyan's room.
Without hesitation, she pushed the door open.
He was curled on the bed, clutching his stomach, face pale.
Wen Zhi's heart skipped.
"Mo Tingyan—what happened?"
He looked up at her, brows clenched.
"My stomach… hurts."
Thinking of the spicy feast she force-fed him, Wen Zhi froze.
Then she quickly helped him out of bed and rushed him to the hospital.
After tests, the conclusion was clear:
Acute gastroenteritis.
Needs hospitalization.
Wen Zhi finished signing all the admission paperwork and returned to find Mo Tingyan already on IV, lying weakly on the hospital bed.
She placed the documents in the drawer and said with guilt thick in her voice,
"Mo Tingyan, I'm sorry. I…"
She never should've done it.
She knew he couldn't take spice—
Now he was sick because of her.
Mo Tingyan, seeing her genuinely distressed, pressed down his pain and put on his best "fragile little flower" expression.
"I'm delicate, you know. You have to take good care of me. If you don't pay attention… one day you might actually lose me."
Wen Zhi stared at him.
He was joking despite being in pain.
Her guilt softened her tone.
"…Did you take leave from work?"
"Took it," he said, checking the time. "You should head out. Go. I promise not to scream or shout while you're gone. When you come back, I'll scream again—so you learn your lesson for bullying your husband."
Wen Zhi: "…"
That evening, after finishing her flight, she went straight to the hospital.
She entered quietly.
Mo Tingyan was asleep, face pale, sweat on his forehead, brows tightly furrowed—clearly trapped in another nightmare.
Wen Zhi stepped closer and adjusted his blanket.
Just as she was pulling back, his hand suddenly shot out—
He grabbed her wrist tightly.
"Get out… quickly…" he muttered in his sleep.
Then his eyes flew open.
Under the warm hospital lights, their gazes locked.
Wen Zhi blinked.
"Nightmare again? Why do you keep having nightmares?"
Mo Tingyan stared at her for a long moment.
Then, ignoring her question entirely, he lifted the blanket and his shirt, revealing his toned stomach.
"Pearl, you're finally back. My stomach hurts."
Wen Zhi: "…"
"…Come rub it for me."
Wen Zhi: "..."
Was he…
acting spoiled?
She had never dealt with someone acting coquettish—
Yet she couldn't deny she was the reason he got sick.
So she actually sat down and began rubbing his stomach, murmuring,
"Mo Tingyan, this is my fault. I shouldn't have fed you spicy food on purpose. I won't do it again."
Mo Tingyan chuckled.
"Verbal apologies don't count. I want… action."
He tugged her directly onto the bed.
"I've been hurting all day and couldn't sleep. Keep me company."
Wen Zhi didn't argue.
She had caused this.
So they squeezed together on the narrow hospital bed and slept the night away—
And for the first time, Mo Tingyan slept deeply and peacefully.
The next morning, Wen Zhi went to ask the doctor about his results.
When she returned, holding the papers, she paused at the door—
There was noise inside.
Mo Tingyan's flight crew had come to visit their sick captain.
Wen Zhi instinctively stepped aside to avoid them.
Then she heard Yan Duo's surprised voice from inside the room—
"Huh? Why is there a woman's handbag on the sofa? Captain Mo, don't tell me you have a girlfriend! But this bag looks familiar… Isn't this—Wen Zhi's bag?!"