His personal information is shrouded in mystery, including his age and appearance, his specific power, and the purpose of his actions. All seem to be obscured behind layers upon layers of veils, elusive and impenetrable.
Shen Cheng couldn’t understand why a President would go to such lengths just to make her terminate her pregnancy and leave Shi Yu.
She thought that perhaps she had offended him under circumstances she was unaware of, which brought on such retaliation.
At this thought, Shen Cheng suddenly curved her lips into a smile.
Since she was already here, there was no point in guessing anymore.
This time, the man did not ignore her question. Instead, he nodded to her again to show respect and opened his palm toward the interior of the courtyard.
A servant who understands manners so well...
Shen Cheng smiled, but without hesitation, she stepped forward with elegant strides towards the inside.
Under the sunlight, she looked graceful and captivating.
As she walked in, all the servants, without exception, stopped to watch her.
The wooden door, of excellent quality, was somewhat heavy to the touch and was slowly pushed open, then closed with a creaking sound.
Shen Cheng stood in the hall, with the door shutting out the sunlight behind her.
The hall was not as dark as she had imagined. On the contrary, it was even brighter than the corridor.
She looked up to see a winding staircase twirling up along the sumptuous dark gold columns, leading to various floors, and eventually winding straight up.
The President’s Mansion was constructed in the form of a castle, with a dome above that had aesthetically pleasing curves.
A skylight was placed at the top, covered with transparent material, which kept the hall bright but not damp during rainy days.
Shen Cheng looked around and couldn’t help but admit that the design of the building was quite tasteful.
Everywhere exuded a modestly luxurious atmosphere.
Distractedly surveying her surroundings until a magnetic voice reached her ears: "Do you like it? That crystal was specially imported by my staff from Country S."
At the sound, Shen Cheng slowly turned around.
At the entrance of the hall stood a man.
Shen Cheng didn’t know when he had come to stand there, or if he had been there since her arrival, simply unnoticed by her.
The man was dressed in formal attire, his posture somewhat languid, leaning against the doorframe, one hand casually tucked into his trouser pocket, the other clenched into a fist resting under his chin.
His eyes, deep and black, had an unusual appeal that made one unable to resist taking a few more glances.
Such captivating eyes were a crowning touch to his facial features.
The man’s good looks were not aggressive, not the cold sort of handsome, but rather gave off a heartwarming vibe.
As Shen Cheng observed him, the man also unabashedly surveyed her.
However, his gaze was deep, as if he was looking at Shen Cheng and yet through her face at something else.
Neither of them spoke for a long while.
Shen Cheng hadn’t forgotten the purpose of her visit and stared expressionlessly at the man: "You, the President?"
Although subconsciously she knew that no one else would appear here, she still asked out of instinct.
Because this man looked too... young.
This man couldn’t be more than thirty years old.
In her impression, a President who had endless affairs to manage, who could turn the clouds and rain with a flick of his hand, would not look as unblemished as the man before her.
The man slightly nodded, indicating his acknowledgment, and his gaze towards Shen Cheng gradually intensified with an inexplicable heat: "I am Mo Jin."