The airplane pierced through the clouds and glided smoothly at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

“Miss, hello…”

“Miss?”

Su Qingyue, who had been resting with her eyes closed, opened her sleepy eyes, pulled down the baseball cap that had been covering half her face, and turned her head to look at the woman speaking beside her.

Upon seeing her full face, the woman was momentarily taken aback. She thought to herself, “This young girl has such fair, translucent skin and delicate, adorable features.”

“Hello, little sister. Could I please swap seats with you so I can sit by the window and take a few photos?”

Su Qingyue frowned and flatly refused:

“No way! Didn’t you check your ticket and realize your seat isn’t by the window?”

“I…”

The woman was left speechless, as if a fishbone were stuck in her throat. She never expected this little girl to be so impolite and naive.

“I’m only going to take a few photos—won’t take long.”

“Hmph…” Su Qingyue let out a sarcastic, mocking laugh.

“Only a few photos? What about videos? If I’m right, it’ll take you at least half an hour to finish taking them all.”

The woman suddenly felt indignant and embarrassed, her tone growing increasingly harsh.

“You’re just a kid! You have no manners at all! It’s only a seat—what’s the big deal about borrowing it for a quick photo?!”

“Auntie, look at how agitated you are—does that even count as having any manners or decorum? These days, buses require real-name registration and seating by seat number. How can you so brazenly demand that others do something they don’t want to do?”

“You…”

“Stop saying ‘you, you, you’! Stop flaunting your lack of personal integrity and living a morally questionable life—stop trying to guilt-trip me! If you keep nagging me, I’ll file a complaint for sexual harassment.”

Hearing these words, the woman was completely caught off guard. She realized she was both angry, anxious, and afraid that Su Qingyue might actually file a complaint, which would be a huge embarrassment for her.

In the end, she had no choice but to swallow her anger, occasionally shooting Su Qingyue a furious glare.

Meanwhile, everyone sitting nearby who had been quietly eavesdropping on their conversation was utterly astonished, as if a whole new world had opened up before them.

They were filled with curiosity about this little girl; some even secretly peered through the gaps between seats to see what made her so strong and outstanding.

Su Qingyue took out a pair of sunglasses from her bag and put them on, then turned her head toward the window without saying a word.

Outside the window stretched an endless sea of rolling clouds. After four years, she had finally returned—and this time, she would no longer be anyone’s appendage.

She was simply herself: Su Qingyue.

The airport terminal was bustling with people. She wore a sleek, sporty outfit, her cool sunglasses partially obscuring her face, her figure tall and slender. With one hand pushing her suitcase, she walked with elegant grace, exuding a bold, spirited aura. The cropped sports top revealed a slender, fair waist—so petite it seemed almost graspable—drawing frequent sidelong glances from passersby.

“It’s been a long time, Su Qingyue.”

Suddenly, a low, somber voice cut through the din of chatter and landed precisely in her ears.

Her eyelashes beneath the sunglasses twitched sharply. Even after four years, that voice still sounded so familiar, as if etched deep into her very bones.

She raised her gaze and looked straight at him. He stood not far away, dressed in a bespoke suit, impeccably tailored and impeccably tall and upright. His deep, piercing brows gave his face an air of sharpness, yet his eyes were dark, chilling, and cold—beneath his handsome exterior lay a bone-chilling gloom.

It had been a long time since they last met: Fu Sici.

He looked much more mature and composed than he had four years ago—but whether his heart had changed, she couldn’t say.

Her heart skipped a beat. She lowered her gaze, pretending not to recognize him, and continued walking with graceful steps, preparing to brush past him.

Fu Sici’s dark, brooding eyes locked onto her with fierce, aggressive intensity. Seeing her indifferent, dismissive attitude only made him even angrier, his chest heaving with rising frustration—but he reminded himself to remain patient and suppress the raging fire within.

Just as she was about to walk past him, Fu Sici suddenly reached out with his long arm and seized her wrist, then without hesitation wrapped his other hand around her slender waist—waist that could easily fit in one hand—and yanked her tightly into his embrace.

Their chests pressed together, their warm breaths mingling, and they could clearly hear each other’s heartbeats, loud and thunderous.

With a touch of morbid possessiveness, he leaned down and inhaled deeply from her hair, his breath dark and scorching.

“Four years apart, and you’ve grown wings now? Ignoring me like this, huh?”

He squeezed her slender waist hard, veins bulging on the back of his hand, brimming with tension.

Su Qingyue stiffened. How could he possibly know she’d returned? Given his ruthless nature, being caught by him certainly wouldn’t end well. Her cunning eyes darted around.

End of Chapter 1: Oh, Uncle, who are you?