All men are idiots.
No language could more precisely describe Ruan Sixian’s current state of mind than this sentence.
She instinctively withdrew the letter, forcing a smile uglier than crying, wanting to say something but finding herself unable to utter a single word.
Fortunately, after speaking, Fu Mingyu no longer looked at her—or rather, he acted as if she didn’t exist—extending his hand to turn off the reading light, then reclining his seat to rest with his eyes closed.
The surrounding passengers were quiet, with only occasional sounds of turning pages or clinking water glasses.
No one seemed to notice what had happened.
But Ruan Sixian knew that several gazes were now fixed on her, treating this as entertainment.
After all, these frequent first-class long-haul passengers had all heard stories about flight attendants and passengers.
Ruan Sixian bit her lip and turned away from the coffee pot.
Back in the galley, she set the coffee pot down heavily, startling Jiang Ziyue.
“What’s wrong with you?” Jiang Ziyue asked.
“Nothing.”
Although Ruan Sixian was seething inside, she didn’t dare complain about the boss in front of the chief attendant.
Though she got along well with Jiang Ziyue normally, colleagues were still just colleagues, and casual remarks could become daggers someday.
Jiang Ziyue asked again: “By the way, did you deliver Si Xiaozhen’s thing?”
Ruan Sixian had a particular trait—she could conceal things in her heart, but not on her face. Any emotional fluctuation quickly manifested as blushes on her cheeks.
Like now, she was unstable, with fire in her eyes, but her flushed cheeks made her look shy.
Ruan Sixian said coldly: “Forget it, I’m not delivering it.”
Then she suddenly widened her eyes, “You knew about it?”
Jiang Ziyue shrugged, turning to lean against the cabinet. “She approached me this afternoon too.”
Jiang Ziyue had more experience than Ruan Sixian and the others. She had been Si Xiaozhen’s training mentor, and being a chief attendant, Si Xiaozhen thought she might have more influence, so she had first asked Jiang Ziyue for help.
But Jiang Ziyue had refused directly.
It wasn’t just about minding her own business; the whole thing seemed too absurd, so why take on unnecessary trouble?
Ruan Sixian understood the connection and nodded. “I haven’t found the opportunity yet.”
Excuses aside, the man was sitting right there. If she wanted to deliver it, it would take mere seconds.
Jiang Ziyue leaned in and asked: “You’re afraid, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I’m afraid.” Ruan Sixian smiled sarcastically, “It’s embarrassing.”
What if he thought she was giving him a love letter?
“How could that be? Nothing is embarrassing about it.” Jiang Ziyue picked up three steaks and squeezed past Ruan Sixian. “I’m going to bring the crew their late meal. As for your situation… just quietly place it there when the lights are off. Nobody will know.”
With Jiang Ziyue’s suggestion, Ruan Sixian’s mood quickly shifted.
It made sense.
Fu Mingyu had misunderstood her earlier, thinking she was flirting with him. How could Ruan Sixian explain? No matter what she said, others might not believe her. She just needed to deliver the letter, and once Fu Mingyu saw the content, he would realize his misunderstanding.
But right now, with Fu Mingyu’s arrogant attitude, he definitely wouldn’t accept anything from her. So she’d wait until the lights were dimmed and everyone was asleep, then slip the letter onto his seat without anyone noticing.
When he woke up and saw the content, the truth would be revealed.
OK.
Ruan Sixian made her decision and patiently waited.
Twenty minutes later, the cabin lights dimmed. Most passengers reclined their seats and slept with eye masks on. Two passengers kept their reading lights on to read books. The cabin was so quiet that breathing sounds were audible.
Only a seven or eight-year-old boy in seat 7A was playing cartoons without headphones.
At times like this, the plane felt like a large dormitory, and Ruan Sixian felt like a dorm supervisor.
She walked quietly to the little boy’s side and reminded him to wear headphones while watching cartoons.
The child grumbled, saying: “My ears hurt.”
Ruan Sixian crouched down and spoke gently: “Little friend, playing sound out loud will disturb others.”
The child was still reluctant, pointing to an adult nearby: “My dad isn’t bothered by it.”
Ruan Sixian glanced over. His father was wearing an eye mask and noise-canceling headphones, completely oblivious and sleeping like a log. It would be strange if he could be disturbed.
In such situations, Ruan Sixian had no option but to try persuasion.
“Little friend, we’ll arrive in London early in the morning. If you don’t sleep now, you’ll be drowsy when we land and won’t have the energy to play.”
Her voice was gentle, and her tone soft. It was difficult for anyone to refuse, even a child.
The little boy thought seriously for a moment, then turned off his iPad. “I need to pee.”
Ruan Sixian extended her hand to him. “Let’s go, I’ll take you there.”
Although the plane was in cruise mode, it could encounter air turbulence at any time. Protecting the child’s safety was Ruan Sixian’s responsibility.