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Raindrops hit the car window as Cheng Mo quietly gazed outside. Her elegant and pure face was reflected on the glass, creating a blurred mirror image.
She felt a slight heaviness in her chest; in fact, she had not told Shangguan Shaoyi that she had received a letter from her father. The tone of the letter was somewhat stern, seemingly blaming her for suddenly leaving home and complaining about her hiding Shaoyi. She did not want to mention these matters, instead silently contemplating the unknown ahead.
"Here, have some fruit," Shangguan Shaoyi offered her an apple.
"Thank you." Cheng Mo took it in her hand. The apple was clean but had small black spots on it. Her hand rubbed over it, but she hesitated to take a bite. Following her gaze, Shangguan Shaoyi smiled slightly, took the apple back, and skillfully peeled it with a nearby fruit knife.
Cheng Mo's face flushed as she received the peeled apple from him; it was shiny and translucent, sweet and juicy. "Thank you, Shaoyi."
Shangguan Shaoyi's piercing gaze was fixed on her as he pulled her into his embrace. She gently closed her eyes, feeling his heartbeat and breath, savoring their shared moment. After a while, his voice came from above, "Mo Su, you don’t need to worry. I will explain everything clearly to your father; you don’t have to be concerned about anything. I will take care of everything."
Cheng Mo was taken aback, her hand holding the apple suddenly feeling soft and powerless. She looked up at him, seeing only overwhelming tenderness and affection in his eyes. She forgot how intelligent and perceptive he was; he knew without her saying anything. She nodded, feeling a sense of relief.
"Now tell me about your father," he said, his pleasant voice like soft music that lingered in her ears and wrapped around her heart. He tried to keep his emotions steady, not thinking about the matter of Mo Su's father providing arms. For him, he knew what was most important. Having thought this through, saying this line felt light and sincere.
Cheng Mo tilted her head in thought, a faint smile gracing her lips like an elegant orchid. "Dad is a typical businessman; he likes to calculate everything multiple times, but he is genuinely good to me. Do you remember I told you about him and my mother…"
Cheng Mo's voice grew heavier as her long eyelashes trembled slightly. "Perhaps he still feels guilty towards my mother. Since I was little, he has always been obedient to me; whatever I wanted, he would give me. I like reading, so he built a library for me. I like dancing, so he hired the best teachers for me. But when it comes to significant issues, he makes decisions for me, so I am still a bit afraid of him."
"Oh? What significant issues?" Shangguan Shaoyi asked curiously.
Cheng Mo's blush seemed to reach her ears as her watery eyes shimmered. "Just promise you won’t overthink or get angry when I tell you."
Shangguan Shaoyi smiled lightly and nodded. She then said, "When I was young, my father wanted to arrange a marriage between me and Brother Zuo Wei." She carefully observed Shangguan Shaoyi's furrowed brows, her delicate hand gently caressing and slowly relaxing, "But I have always regarded him as an older brother. How could a younger sister marry her brother? However, my father insisted on doing this. I had no choice but to plead with Brother Zuo Wei. His father was very open-minded and did not agree to our marriage."
Shangguan Shaoyi chuckled, "So you are worried that your father will disagree with our relationship?"
Cheng Mo nodded, but Shangguan Shaoyi appeared calm. "Don't worry, he will definitely agree."
"How can you be so sure?"
Shangguan Shaoyi ruffled her inky hair without answering. Although he did not speak, Cheng Mo's anxious heart gradually calmed down. Her slender hand rested between his arms as she gazed at him and asked, "Then... if my father agrees, does that mean I have to go back to Feng Province with you?"
"Yes, don't you want to go?" He looked at her quietly, understanding her thoughts; Feng Province was still unfamiliar to her. He sighed and said, "As long as I have time, I will accompany you back to Shanghai. How about this: we can buy a house in Shanghai, and whenever we have free time, we can stay there."
"Sounds good." Her Eyes sparkled with joy, and the smile at the corners of her Lips was deeply etched in his gaze. Her voice was soft and melodious, like warm water spreading out, "Our house doesn't need to be very big or luxurious. It doesn't have to be in the Concession Area, nor does it need to have bright towers right outside the window. It shouldn't be bustling with noise or eerily quiet. Just a place where we can hear beautiful local sounds when we step outside, enjoy pleasant songs every day, and eat my favorite dishes morning and night—everything would be so wonderful."
Indeed, everything was so wonderful. He turned his head to look out the window; the sunlight broke through the clouds, and the raindrops had stopped falling.
The bustling city remained vibrant.
The doors of the Cheng Family Mansion were wide open. As they walked down the long corridor again, their state of mind was vastly different from yesterday. Back then, one was an inexperienced young lady and the other a fallen young master; now they returned knowing that they were meant to walk through life together. She looked up at the newly sprouted willows and swaying Apricot Blossoms. A gust of wind blew by, scattering petals that fell onto the green grass below, creating a delicate fragrance.
Afu, holding a broom and yawning reluctantly, was cleaning up the fallen petals on the ground when he suddenly felt a chill surrounding him. When he looked up, he met a pair of pitch-black eyes belonging to someone who seemed to be smiling yet not smiling at him. He froze for a moment and blurted out, "Young... Shaoyi!"
He then recalled seeing a newspaper earlier that featured Shangguan Shaoyi's photo. The article mentioned how the young master endured humiliation and hardship while rallying forces to drive out bandits and restore order in Northeast China. He quickly slapped himself on the face and said, "I... I'm just too excited to see the young master... And also, Miss... you are back! The master has been waiting for you..."
Cheng Mo looked at Shangguan Shaoyi with amusement, finding it interesting that even the servants in her household were afraid of him. Shangguan Shaoyi, on the other hand, appeared helpless. He patted Afu on the shoulder, smiled at him, and then walked into the Cheng Family with Cheng Mo.
“Miss?!” Feng Ying, who was tidying up the house, exclaimed joyfully, “Miss, you really came back! I missed you so much!” Her gaze shifted to Shangguan Shaoyi, and her face turned slightly red. “S-Sir, you’re back too.”
“Feng Ying, I really missed you to death.” Cheng Mo took her hand and smiled gently. “Where’s my father?”
“Master is in the study. He…” Before she could finish her sentence, a series of clear coughs interrupted them. The three looked up to see Cheng Mo’s father, Cheng Yi, standing at the top of the stairs. He wore a long gown, his hair was glossy black, and his eyes held a parental authority. In one hand, he held the latest Economic Times, and in the other, an imported pipe.
“Dad!” Cheng Mo forgot her worries as joy filled her heart. It had been half a year since she last saw him. She rushed over and wrapped her arms around his neck, playfully saying, “Dad, you’re finally back! I missed you.”
“That should be something I say,” he replied helplessly while patting his daughter’s back. “You’re finally back.”
“Dad, I didn’t mean to be away.” Cheng Mo pouted as she pulled her father down the stairs. Her clear Water Eyes landed on Shangguan Shaoyi. Cheng Yi naturally followed Cheng Mo’s gaze and scrutinized Shangguan Shaoyi. He had seen a photo of him in the newspaper—sharp features, cold yet upright demeanor; despite being from a prestigious family, he lacked any air of indulgence. It was rare indeed, no wonder his daughter would…
Cheng Mo’s face was like a peach blossom as she lightly bit her Rose-Colored Lips, her tone sweet like the Apricot Blossom outside. “Dad, let me introduce you. This is Shangguan Lin; his courtesy name is Shaoyi. You can also call him Shaoyi.”
Shangguan Shaoyi smiled politely, his eyes cold and resolute as he extended his hand into the air and said, “Mr. Cheng, I have long admired your name. It is an honor to meet you today.”
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