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A few people found a restaurant and sat down. Xiao Zuowei had specifically reserved a compartment for convenience in discussing some matters.
His gaze subtly swept over Cheng Mosu's snow-like countenance, feeling that she appeared even more delicate than before. The brilliance flowing from her water-colored eyes unconsciously drew him in. He sighed lightly, knowing that as long as she was still living well in this world, nothing else mattered.
The waiter served coffee, Provence bacon baked rice, French seafood noodles, potato puree soup, and fruit salad in succession. She couldn't help but smile, feeling hungry. She picked up her knife and fork and leisurely enjoyed the meal, not paying much attention to what Xiao Zuowei was about to say.
"This place seems to be newly opened; I've never eaten here before," Cheng Yi said as he looked around, his gaze settling on the young man playing the piano. He slowly closed his eyes as the melodious tune gradually seeped into his heart, reminding him of his late wife, Mosu's mother, who was an excellent pianist. Every time he heard her play, it felt like his heart was embroidered with fragrant brocade, as if he were in another world, intoxicated by the azure sky and clear waters, filled with joy from dawn to dusk.
He glanced at his daughter and sighed. Mosu played the piano quite well, but he didn't know when she had stopped enjoying it. The piano at home had gathered dust. While everyone knew she excelled at painting, few realized she also played the piano quite well.
Lost in thought, he suddenly met Cheng Mosu's clear gaze and heard her gentle voice say, "Dad, why aren't you eating? What are you looking at?"
Cheng Yi smiled down at her and decided not to think about anything else. He picked up his knife and fork and began to eat, casually saying, "Zuo Wei, what were you saying earlier about the Jiang and Zhu families?"
Xiao Zuowei glanced at Cheng Mosu, who had her head lowered. He knew that her suffering this time was entirely due to the actions of the Jiang and Zhu families. After entering the Ministry of Finance, he had been particularly attentive to the financial movements of the Zhu family. It wasn't long before he discovered that Zhu Yefeng's corruption was extremely severe and that he had already gathered solid evidence. Although he couldn't guarantee that he could bring Zhu Yefeng down completely, he could certainly create significant discord between the Jiang and Zhu families.
He smiled and said, "Xiao Su, even if I can't take down the Zhu family this time, I can make them face considerable blame."
She gently lifted the corners of her mouth and raised her water-colored eyes. The clarity of their color deepened against her skin, which surpassed the pure white of wind and snow. The momentary beauty left him momentarily stunned; the scenery around them—birds singing and butterflies fluttering—seemed to pale in comparison.
"Brother Zuwei, I remember you used to want to pursue a career in writing. Why did you suddenly join the Ministry of Finance?" Her voice seemed to drift down from the heavens, ethereal and elusive.
He smiled slightly with a hint of sarcasm. "I used to be too naive, trying every means to enlighten the public. But this world is too treacherous. Ever since Xiao Su was harmed, I no longer held such foolish thoughts. All I want now is to bring down the Jiang and Zhu families for your revenge; nothing else matters."
“Brother Zuwei, am I not right here in front of you?” She smiled lightly, exuding a calm Fragrance that lingered around him. He paused, quietly gazing at her, unsure of what she was trying to say.
Cheng Mosu smiled gently, resembling a fairy from a dream, her voice soft and melodious. “Brother Zuwei, I don’t want you to let go of the Jiang and Zhu families. However, the situation is too tense right now; you need to prioritize the bigger picture and not dwell on these personal grudges. The Zhu Family owes me something, and I will get it back sooner or later, but now is not the time.”
“Xiao Su, you…”
“Brother Zuwei, since childhood, your dream has been to save the country and its people. To me, you are unattainable; I can only look up to your back. But I don’t want you to be blinded by hatred because of me and forget your original intentions.” She looked seriously at Xiao Zuowei, her delicate wrist lightly touching his palm. Although her gaze was gentle, it was also clear and bright. He felt a sudden jolt in his heart and forced a smile.
“Xiao Su, what you said is exactly what Yeh Zhenzhen said. It seems I have been confused; I’m not as good as you two young ladies.” He silently looked out the window, where the Willow Tree hung down with tender leaves, and the peach blossoms by the riverbank painted a scene of pink beauty. The lake shimmered with a faint fragrance of clear water, leaving behind a sense of melancholy in the sky.
Cheng Yi watched the two young people smiling at each other and sighed at how time flies. Their childhood friendship still lingered in his mind; he had thought that Mosu would grow up to belong to Zuo Wei, but unexpectedly, Shangguan Shaoyi had emerged halfway through, disrupting their family’s peace. He had grown old; his youthful dreams of saving the country had faded away, and now he just wanted to live peacefully for himself.
“Uncle Cheng, is your ticket for today as well?” Xiao Zuowei asked when he saw Cheng Yi not eating or speaking.
“Yes,” Cheng Yi nodded. Since he knew that his daughter was still alive, it was likely that the Jiang and Zhu families would soon find out too. He needed to take Mosu away quickly to avoid complications. Although Xiao Zuowei understood, he couldn’t help but sigh, “What a pity! If we leave a few days later, Xiao Su, you would be able to see Yeh Zhenzhen.”
Cheng Mosu’s eyes lit up as she smiled warmly. “What about Yeh Zhenzhen? How is she now? The last time I saw her, she was already pregnant; counting the days, she will give birth in a few months.”
“Yes, she is still the same as before—bouncing around without any signs of being a Mom. If I hadn’t insisted that she rest at home, she would definitely be clamoring to come.” Xiao Zuowei softened his gaze, a smile visible on his lips for everyone to see. Holding his glass of lemonade, his dreamy eyes reflected in the glass added a touch of tenderness to the gloomy atmosphere.
She smiled lightly, revealing two faint dimples. Brother Zuwei had finally found his happiness, which made her happy too. She said, “When your child reaches the Full Moon celebration day, I will definitely come to visit.”
“Really?” His eyes brightened. “Then it’s settled; no backing out! I was worried that once you went to America, you wouldn’t come back.” She smiled helplessly and watched as Xiao Zuowei extended his pinky finger; understanding immediately, she hooked hers with his. Time seemed to return to their childhood—the age without any worries.
He slowly released her, the smile fading as if he was lost in thought. After a moment of silence, he said, "Xiao Su, I think you should tell Shaoyi about this. He has always believed you were dead, and he..."
"He has known for a long time," she replied lightly, a soft smile on her face as her gaze stretched into the distance. "From the moment I appeared before him, he didn't hesitate or doubt; he recognized me immediately."
Xiao Zuowei smiled quietly to himself; in the end, he had lost to Shangguan Shaoyi, utterly defeated.
Under the same sky, there were different emotions.
Jiang Yating gazed silently out at the spring scenery, sighing softly about how the flowers fell without anyone to appreciate them and how the birds sang in the empty mountains.
She held the phone, her voice unclear in emotion as she said, "I have confirmed it. The target you are to assassinate will take the boat tonight at nine o'clock. You must intercept her and take her life!"
"Understood!"
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