Su Qing stared in that direction, suddenly feeling an uncomfortable sensation. Her heart was bursting with noise, yet she couldn’t even identify what was causing such an uproar.
"Su Qing, what are you doing?"
Fu Limei’s voice came from beside her. Su Qing snapped back to reality, realizing she had unconsciously taken several steps forward. What was she doing?
Feng Bai looked past Mo Yunchen to see Su Qing, eyes lighting up, and ran toward her.
Mo Yunchen did not stop Feng Bai. His expression became dim, his tightly clenched fists loosened. It wasn’t her, it wasn’t her.
Even though this girl named Feng Bai resembled her, even though Feng Bai’s eyes were similar to hers, in the end, she still wasn’t, she wasn’t his Qinqin.
Feng Bai, oblivious to Mo Yunchen, ran directly towards Su Qing without Li Jingmo’s intervention, affectionately grabbing Su Qing’s hand, "Su Qing, Su Qing."
Instead of smiling at Feng Bai as usual, Su Qing’s eyes, hidden behind glasses, were fixed on the retreating figure of Mo Yunchen. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t tear her gaze away, why just now she had even wanted to walk toward him.
Mo Yunchen turned around, his handsome profile now in front of Su Qing. His narrow phoenix eyes indifferently glanced at Feng Bai before shifting to Su Qing.
Their eyes met from meters apart. Mo Yunchen stared at Su Qing, no, more precisely, at her eyes. Those astonishingly beautiful eyes, just like his Qinqin’s, but she was not her.
Mo Yunchen withdrew his gaze, his long legs moving him outside, as the crowd unconsciously made way.
Mo Sheng released Li Jingmo, whispering to him, "I apologize, Master Li, I was out of line."
After Mo Sheng finished speaking, he turned and followed Li Jingmo, letting out a small sigh. This was the girl who resembled Madam the most, yet still, she wasn’t her.
Why was Master Mo so convinced that his wife could be brought back to life? Could someone who had died really come back to life?
Once Mo Yunchen’s tall and robust figure had left, the crowd erupted into discussion, many still unsure of what had just happened.
Li Jingmo watched Mo Yunchen leave with a cool gaze before coldly snorting and walking toward Feng Bai.
Su Qing watched Mo Yunchen leave, feeling a sharp pain in her heart. Why did it hurt ?
"Su Qing, Su Qing, what’s wrong with you?" Feng Bai noticed something seemed off with Su Qing and hurriedly asked.
Su Qing gave a bitter smile to her, shook her head indicating nothing was wrong, and once again glanced in the direction Mo Yunchen had left.
After finding an excuse to go outside and feeling the cold wind brush past, she let out a bitter laugh. What was wrong with her just now? She had become unlike herself. He was just a stranger, and yet she had lost control.
The Murong Mansion was brightly lit, but Su Qing had no desire to go back. She took out her newly purchased phone to text Madam Fu and the others, then left the Murong Mansion and hailed a taxi away.
Mo Yunchen stepped out of the Murong Mansion, followed closely by Mo Sheng. A group of men in black stood waiting outside, respectfully bowing their heads as Mo Yunchen emerged.
Mo Yunchen stood at the entrance, looking into the distance, his deep and enigmatic phoenix eyes revealing no emotion, "You all go back first."
"Master Mo!" Mo Sheng looked at Mo Yunchen, puzzled, and asked what Master Mo intended to do.
"Go back first." Mo Yunchen walked towards one of the Mercedes and drove away.
As Mo Sheng watched Mo Yunchen leave, one of the men in black approached him and whispered, "Should we follow him?"
Mo Sheng raised his hand to stop his subordinate, "Back to the villa first."
If Master Mo told them to go back, they were not to follow.
Mo Sheng, watching the disappearing taillights of Mo Yunchen’s car, shook his head with a sigh. They had been searching for Madam for so long with no trace, and even the most similar ones they found weren’t her. Master Mo must be feeling some distress.
The black Mercedes drove through the streets of the city at a moderate speed.
Mo Yunchen’s gaze, dark and profound, fixed on the horizon, his vision gradually blurring. The days of continuous fatigue, less than four hours of sleep each day, and frequent travel had taken their toll. He had been running a fever since the night before but had been holding on until now.
In the darkness, several sports cars roared down the road, the screams of young men and women echoing inside as they sped along. Leading the pack was a blue BMW convertible, a young man at the wheel seemed delirious, with a heavily made-up woman clutched to him, her eyes glazed with excitement, laughing hysterically.
Young Master Guo chuckled foolishly, his vision already a blur. Suddenly, everything went dark before his eyes, and his car crashed head-on into a black Mercedes. The Mercedes then slammed into a roadside barrier, the entire body of the car caving in.
"Ah..." The rest of the group with Young Master Guo suddenly let out screams of terror and panic.