It seemed as if he heard a noise behind him, he turned around, and his handsome features, as if belonging to the Heavenly God, caught Loh Mier’s gaze, making her breath stop, afraid to move, her eyes revealing obsession and longing.
She must become Master Mo’s wife, she must.
Mo Yuchu got out of the car, taking tiny steps as he ran toward Mo Yunchen, "Daddy, Daddy!"
Mo Yunchen’s usually impassive eyes softened into a smile as he crouched down to embrace his daughter who was flinging herself at him.
Mo Yuchu planted a kiss on Mo Yunchen’s right cheek, "Daddy, Chuer missed you so much, did you miss Chuer?"
Mo Yunchen’s lips curved slightly, he nodded and spoke in a deep, magnetic voice, "Daddy missed Chuer a lot."
Mo Yuchu, satisfied, giggled like a warbling oriole, adorable and charming.
"Did Daddy miss brother too?" Mo Yuchu held Mo Yunchen’s hand and asked sweetly.
Mo Yunchen glanced at his son, who was walking slowly toward him; his eyes—so like those of his Qin Qin—made it hard for him to look away whenever he saw them.
Mo Yuyan walked over to Mo Yunchen, who took his son’s hand with a gentle expression in his eyes, though his face was stern, "Did you complete your tasks for today?"
As the son of Mo Yunchen, strict training from an early age was a must to be worthy of inheriting the Mo Corporation.
Mo Yuyan looked at Mo Yunchen and replied softly.
Mo Yunchen nodded in approval and led his son and daughter by the hand toward the yacht not far away.
Loh Mier and the maid followed behind Mo Yunchen and the young master and mistress, Loh Mier’s gaze brazenly lifted to Mo Yunchen, her eyes revealing her infatuation.
"Stop looking, even if you keep staring, Master Mo will never be yours. Just give up!"
"In these past few years, countless women have tried to climb their way to our Master Mo; you might as well give up."
The maid beside her kindly reminded Loh Mier, who gave her a glance but remained silent. She knew better—were those women her? Did they have her family background? Were they as beautiful as she was? Master Mo, in the prime of his life, it was impossible that he didn’t have a single woman by his side. She didn’t believe it—weren’t all men thinking of the next meal while eating the current one? Master Mo’s wife had been dead for so long; she refused to believe that he didn’t feel desire, didn’t want to touch a woman.
"It’s none of your business! Hurry up and go!"
Loh Mier ignored the maid’s well-intentioned advice, striding toward the yacht first.
She needed to dress up well when on the yacht so that Master Mo would recognize her worth.
At noon, today’s sun in Jingdu City was surprisingly bright and warm. Even at sea, one would not feel the cold wind biting to the bone.
Mo Yunchen stood at the front of the yacht, quietly watching the distance, with a fleeting, profound grief in his phoenix eyes.
Qin Qin, it’s been three years. Won’t you come back?
"Daddy, Daddy, hurry and pick me up!"
At his feet, Mo Yuchu stretched her little hands to pull at Mo Yunchen’s trouser leg. Mo Yunchen bent down to pick up his daughter, who joyfully wrapped her arms around his neck and looked into the distance, "Mommy, Mommy, Chuer dressed up pretty today, did you see it?"
"Daddy, Daddy, do you think Mommy heard me?" Mo Yuchu turned to look at Mo Yunchen and asked with her youthful, tender voice.
Mo Yunchen softened his gaze, "She did; she heard you."
"Then when will Mommy come back to be with Chuer? Chuer misses her so much."
Mo Yuchu looked at the seaside where a few seagulls were flying quietly, her crystalline eyes expressing her grievance.
"Soon, Mommy will come back to find us soon."
Mo Yunchen’s voice was very low; for these three years, he had said countless such words, comforting his daughter and also himself.
Mo Yuchu lifted her adorable smile, nodding earnestly, "Daddy, let me down."
Mo Yunchen put down his daughter Mo Yuchu, who suddenly ran off.
Mo Yunchen watched her run away and then turned to look at his son Mo Yuyan, who had been silently staring into the distance without uttering a word.
Mo Yuyan turned his head, and those eyes, resembling Qin Qin’s to a degree, caused a ripple in his heart. Involuntarily, he lifted his slender fingers to touch the corner of his son’s eyes.
"Daddy, are you thinking of Mommy?"
Mo Yuyan asked in a low voice, his young voice filled with distress.
Mo Yunchen’s hand stopped mid-air, his palm clenched into a fist. His son, unlike his naïve daughter, was so astute he didn’t seem like a three-year-old child at all.
Seeing the pain on Mo Yunchen’s face, Mo Yuyan slightly bowed his head, his fingers twirling around, "Will Mommy come back? Daddy, will Mommy come back for Yanyan and Chuer?"
After whispering, Mo Yuyan lifted his head, his dark pupils staring intently at Mo Yunchen, "Daddy, tell me, is it true that Mommy will never come back? Have you been lying to us all along? They say that Mommy is actually dead and will never return!"