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Xinran sat quietly by the window, her face showing no signs of sadness, no traces of worry, and not even any expression at all, simply gazing outside the car window.
The driver's skills were quite adept, making sharp turns and maneuvers that quickly left the following Paparazzi behind. Aoki glanced back at the dazed Xinran, said nothing, and instructed the driver to speed up, urging him to take Future Lady to meet Young Master as soon as possible.
Half an hour later, the car arrived at the towering office building of Qingtian Group. Aoki got out and courteously opened the door for Xinran. She thanked him softly and stepped out of the car, standing in the spacious fountain plaza, looking up at the exquisite corporate building before her. A sense of unfamiliarity washed over her.
She had long known that Mu Shaosi was the mysterious president of Qingtian Group, and she had always been aware that the man she married was not an ordinary person. However, she still habitually overlooked Mu Shaosi's almost overwhelming power to influence events, instinctively separating him from his titles as corporate president, Underworld Young Master, and so on.
“Future Lady, I will escort you inside. Young Master Si is already waiting for you,” Aoki said, looking at the heavily guarded entrance.
“Alright, thank you!” Xinran forced a faint smile and took a step forward. A few seconds later, she turned slightly to ask Aoki: “Earlier in front of the Paparazzi, you called me 'miss', but here you call me 'Future Lady. Why?”
“It was instructed by Young Master Si.”
Xinran nodded and said nothing more. She could interpret Mu Shaosi's concern as a desire to keep her 'golden sponsor' identity hidden from the Paparazzi, or as a way to protect her from potential harm due to being labeled as 'Future Lady. How she viewed it was up to her own heart. However, why exactly Mu Shaosi had instructed Aoki this way remained a mystery; unless she asked him directly, she would never truly understand him. She had never been able to see through his heart. Yet even with questions lingering in her mind, she chose not to ask. Some things just passed by like that, fading with time. If one insisted on digging deeper, it often led to more pain...
Stepping out of the elevator brought her into a long corridor that was quiet and empty. At the end of the corridor were large floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a broad view, making one feel as if they were walking in mid-air. Through these windows, one could experience a thrilling sense of challenge against limits, complemented by various green plants vying for attention. Such beauty would be enjoyable for anyone; however, at this moment, with Xinran's mood, she had no heart to appreciate it. Crossing this area brought her face-to-face with the large office door of Mu Shaosi. She noticed that it seemed like this entire floor contained only this one office.
“Young Master Si, Future Lady has been safely delivered. If there’s nothing else, I will take my leave,” After a series of electronic identity verifications—password input and fingerprint scanning—Aoki finally escorted Xinran through the stringent security measures to the top floor of Qingtian Group, where Mu Shaosi’s office was located.
Mu Shaosi rose from behind his desk and walked toward where they stood, nodding at Aoki, who immediately understood and turned to leave the office.
"Are you hurt?" Mu Shaosi walked up behind Xinran, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder, inhaling her faint fragrance as he asked softly.
"No," Xinran replied, remaining still.
"If they dare to hurt you, I won't let them get away with it!"
"How would you know?" Xinran realized after asking that it seemed like a pointless question; when had her matters not been under his control?
"You are my woman, my wife. If I don't even know when you're in danger and allow you to be harmed, then I don't deserve to be your husband," Mu Shaosi said with a charming laugh, his warm breath brushing against Xinran's neck.
Upon hearing this, Xinran shivered slightly, turning her face away from Mu Shaosi. Her eyelashes fluttered down as she admitted that just this one sentence—perhaps said at the right moment or perhaps because her threshold for being moved was too low—made her heart, which had been frozen for so long, melt in an instant. Her heart was liberated and began to warm!
"Thank you, Mu Shaosi!"
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