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However, she ultimately could not catch up with the series of swift footsteps. Soaked to the skin, she leaned against an eave, unsure whether the moisture on her face was rain or tears, or perhaps a mingling of both. If that person really was Ruan Yu, if Ruan Yu truly had not died...
A wave of emotions surged within her.
"Xiao Su?" A gentle call brought her back to reality. She turned her eyes toward the black Austin and saw Xiao Zuowei holding a long trench coat, wrapping it around her with a tone of gentle reproach. "What happened to you? Why are you out here in the rain?"
Cheng Mosu smiled faintly at him. Her soft and melodious voice was not very clear amidst the rain, carrying a hint of melancholy. Xiao Zuowei was momentarily taken aback, then he pulled her into the car and took out a handkerchief to help wipe the rain off her face, only to notice her eyes were slightly red.
During this time, he had received no news about Cheng Mosu, which had already made him anxious. Yesterday, upon hearing that Jiang Shanghao and Madam Jiang had gone to the Nan Family, he thought it possible that Cheng Mosu might be staying there. He intended to look for her and happened to pass by this place, where he finally saw her. He released her and maintained a polite distance, his expression still as gentle as usual, with a smile at the corners of his lips. "Look at you; you're completely soaked."
"It's fine," she replied lightly with a smile. "I've been staying at Mr. Nan's house for a while now. I originally planned to go home for a visit, but I didn't expect it to rain so heavily that my umbrella couldn't keep me dry, so I just put it away."
So she really was staying at the Nan Family; no wonder he couldn't find her. Nan Wan was a righteous person with a sense of chivalry from ancient times. With him taking care of Xiao Su, Xiao Zuowei felt relieved.
"By the way, Xiao Su, would you like to come over to my house?" He suddenly remembered something and smiled.
Cheng Mosu's water-colored eyes brightened. "Sure! I haven't seen Yeh Zhenzhen in a long time." As they spoke, the driver turned the direction toward Xiao Family Mansion. She noticed his eyebrows raised in excitement and the smile at the corners of his lips could not be concealed. Unable to help herself, she asked if something good had happened. He then replied with a smile, "Yes, Yeh Zhenzhen gave birth a few days ago; it's a girl."
"Really?" She also showed joy on her face as her rose-colored lips gently curved into a deep arc.
"Yes! She smiled right after being born and has been happy every day since; her laughter is just like Yeh Zhenzhen's." Although his voice was calm, the joy emanating from him was evident to anyone who looked closely.
She gazed at Xiao Zuowei and fell into thought. In childhood, time always seemed long; it felt like life was moving forward only when one wasted time. Father and Uncle Xiao often interacted and discussed national affairs while she chatted about daily life with him and Aunt Xiao. Sometimes he would take her for walks by the river; sometimes she would ask him for help skipping classes as they listened to the gentle breeze and watched the willows sway, occasionally whispering secrets or dreaming of distant places.
Looking back now, that time was both happy and long, shimmering with the happiest memories, accompanied by a refreshing heartstring and the melodious sound of laughter, never to return, never to trace back.
Xiao Zuowei waved his hand in front of her eyes, and only then did she come to her senses, smiling gently at him. He opened the car door, extended a hand to her, and said, "We're here."
She took hold of his outstretched hand, got out of the car, and walked forward without looking back at him. He watched her graceful figure move slowly, feeling as if she were a delicate willow swaying in the wind, easily toppled with a gentle breeze. In the pouring rain, her silhouette was blurred with a layer of mystery.
He smiled bitterly; now the two of them had taken different paths. He realized that what he missed was not walking alongside her but that carefree childhood time they shared—so innocent and beautiful. He watched as her pure white figure gradually came to a stop, and it seemed that even the heavy rain sensed something, suddenly falling silent. She turned to look at him, offering a faint smile that washed away the superficiality of Human Realm, revealing an intriguing charm under the sediment of time.
He smiled and walked towards her, his obsidian-like Eyes slightly lowered.
Xiao Family Mansion's Aunt Wang had seen Cheng Mosu before and had watched her grow up alongside Young Master. Seeing Cheng Mosu appear before her again filled her heart and face with uncontainable joy. "Miss Cheng Mo Su, is this... am I dreaming?"
"Not at all; it's me." She held Aunt Wang's hand and smiled gently. "It's been a long time; I've really missed you."
"Oh, to be remembered by Miss Cheng Mo Su is truly delightful." Aunt Wang patted her hand and continued, "You must stay for dinner tonight. I remember you love glutinous Glutinous Rice Balls, so I'll have the Kitchen make some for you. How about that?"
"Of course! Thank you, Aunt Wang. I won't be polite then." She smiled lightly, feeling her mood lift immensely.
A clear voice like silver bells rang out from the staircase. "Aunt Wang, what are you talking about? Is there a guest?"
"Yes, madam; it's Miss Cheng Mo Su." Aunt Wang replied without hesitation.
"Cheng Mosu?!" A graceful figure appeared at the top of the stairs. Yeh Zhenzhen stared with bright eyes at Cheng Mosu below. Cheng Mosu offered her a faint smile, but she dashed down the stairs and leaped into Cheng Mosu's arms. "Cheng Mosu, I've missed you so much!"
Xiao Zuowei frowned upon seeing this, pulling Yeh Zhenzhen aside and lifting her up in his arms. "You can't just move around like this while you're resting. I'll carry you upstairs so you can have a good chat with Xiao Su."
"Hehe." Yeh Zhenzhen playfully stuck out her tongue, the brilliant light from the crystal chandelier illuminating her fair cheeks. Her laughter was crisp and pleasant, like a yellow oriole. She moved gracefully, fluttering like a colorful butterfly.
As Cheng Mosu followed the two back to the room, she watched as Xiao Zuowei gently placed Yeh Zhenzhen on the soft bed. The sparkle in their eyes tugged at the soft corners of her heart. Once, she had shared such deep feelings with Shaoyi, but after experiencing too many changes, even breathing became a painful longing.
"Cheng Mosu, I'm so happy to see you. You won't leave anymore, right? We should keep in touch often," Yeh Zhenzhen said, blinking her eyes with a bright smile. She fell silent for a moment, lowering her eyelids. The vines on the windowsill were blooming beautifully, contrasting with the soft white curtains behind them, creating a clean and vibrant scene of red and white.
She had already made up her mind, something everyone would soon know: "I won't be staying in Shanghai for long; I will be going north..."
As soon as she finished speaking, both Xiao Zuowei and Yeh Zhenzhen were taken aback. They understood the weight of her words and were about to ask something when they were interrupted by Aunt Wang's voice from downstairs. "Miss Cheng Mosu, your maid Feng Yin called. She asked me to tell you that there's an urgent matter and you need to return immediately."
Cheng Mosu's heart skipped a beat as she raised her water-colored eyes.
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