Who was the one that once stayed by her side? Was it the person in her dreams?
Not far away, a tall figure stood by the Moat’s railing, looking up at the brilliant and dazzling fireworks, his elongated phoenix eyes softened from their usual coldness, becoming gentle as if lost in thought.
"Mo Yunchen, from now on, can we watch the fireworks together every year?"
Her charming and delightful voice seemed to echo in his ears.
The hand by his side felt as if it was being held, the tender touch stirring excitement within him. The moment he turned around, there was no one beside him, and a dim light faded from Yunchen’s phoenix eyes.
Standing a few meters from Mo Yunchen, two fashionably dressed girls had been watching him. Seeing him walking alone by the Moat, exuding an intimidating and noble charisma, they felt a rush of excitement, wanting to approach and strike up a conversation, yet too afraid to do so. They could tell this man was no ordinary person and wondered if they would be rejected if they approached.
"Go on, maybe he’ll take a liking to you. Look at him, he totally looks like he’s been through a breakup," Girl A coaxed Girl B, "If you don’t go, I’ll make my move."
"Hey, hey, hey, I’ll go," Girl B grabbed Girl A, then stepped forward, straightening her hair. She took a mirror out of her bag to check if her makeup was neat and pretty, and only after she was satisfied did she step forward.
"Handsome guy, are you alone?" Girl B mustered her courage and asked Mo Yunchen with a shy and low voice.
Mo Yunchen’s gaze stayed on the distant fireworks, paying no heed to the girl beside him. Perhaps at that moment, he was completely unaware of any woman around him.
Seeing that Mo Yunchen was ignoring her, Girl B boldly stepped forward to grab his arm. Just when her hand was about ten centimeters from Mo Yunchen, his icy and menacing glance shot towards Girl B, startling her into quickly retracting her hand. Girl A, who had been watching from the side, also jumped in fright.
"Handsome guy, don’t be like that. You looked bored, so..." Girl A gathered her courage and also stepped forward, drawn by the aura Mo Yunchen emitted. Even though he seemed to scream ’keep out,’ she still wanted to get closer—after all, it’s rare to find someone handsome, tall, and apparently wealthy, all in one.
"Scram!" A deep and sexy voice rang out, and both Girl A and Girl B, entranced by Mo Yunchen’s voice, moved to approach further when several shadows suddenly stood in front of them, causing the two girls to start. "What... what are you doing?"
The men in black, without a word, grabbed the two girls and dragged them aside, ignoring their screams and covering their mouths to whisk them away.
The two girls regretted and feared their actions—just who was that man, and had they provoked someone they shouldn’t have?
In the distance, many onlookers were also scared to look anymore, retracting their gazes.
In fact, from the moment Mo Yunchen appeared by the Moat, almost every woman’s eyes turned towards him. Seeing such a distinguished and handsome man walking alone by the Moat made everyone wonder why such a handsome man was by himself.
Su Qing and Feng Bai didn’t notice the commotion a hundred meters away. They were strolling along the Moat, watching the fireworks bloom on the other side, their smiles relaxed and happy.
Suddenly, ten meters away, a noisy commotion erupted.
"Please, let my son go. We don’t even know you."
By the roadside of the Moat, a young woman was walking with a boy about three or four years old when suddenly a man ran up, grabbed the boy, and tried to take him away. When he couldn’t, he cursed at the young woman, accusing her of abusing his son and stating his intention to take his son away, divorce her, and telling her to await the court summons.
"How dare you stop me. Let go! You abused my son; I can’t let him stay with you any longer. He must leave with me today, and I will never let him see you again," the man glared fiercely at the young woman holding onto his arm, trying to stop him, as he hurled abuses at her.
"You’re talking nonsense. I don’t even know you. Please, let go of my son," the young woman trembled in fear, clinging to the man’s arm, refusing to let go. A crowd had gathered around, pointing fingers at the young woman, accusing her of child abuse.
"It’s not like that. I didn’t do anything. He’s my son, and I don’t know this man," the young woman insisted, shaking her head in denial. A middle-aged woman burst through the crowd and slapped the young woman hard, then screamed, "You wretched woman, lazy and wicked, how dare you abuse my grandson. I would never let you have him. Son, quickly take your boy away. We must not let her have him. We will divorce her tomorrow."