In the near future, he wanted to give An Nan a life full of happiness, a happiness beyond measure.
Lin Mubai returned to his high-rise apartment in New York's most prosperous area, feeling a sense of loss from Fifth Avenue.
This apartment was bought with the first pot of gold he had scooped from Wall Street during his first year in the United States at the age of eighteen. Seven years have passed since then, and now at twenty-five, his family back home began urging him to go back and inherit the family business. He also decided to return to his country in the next few days.
Originally, he was free of attachments when leaving the United States, but because of today's unexpected encounter on Fifth Avenue, a ripple was left in his heart, making it impossible for him to return to his country with a calm heart. Indeed, there was now attachment, struggle, and an inexplicable feeling in his heart.
However, his flight ticket for tomorrow is already booked, and his family back home knows he's returning tomorrow, allowing no room for him to stay in the United States to search for that person.
After much thought, Lin Mubai formed an idea in his mind, quickly got up, went to a tightly closed room in the apartment, and pushed it open decisively.
This was a converted studio, now almost empty. All his works had been packed and shipped back home before his decision to return home; only some scattered drawing boards, brushes, and a few paints were left. But these were enough.
Casually unbuttoning his coat, he took it off and threw it onto the sofa, and Lin Mubai sat directly in front of the drawing board. He first adjusted the colors he needed, then picked up a brush and began to sketch the face that was in his mind.
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When he put down the brush again, it was already four in the morning, New York time.
On the once-blank drawing paper, the figure was now vivid, the silhouette of the person he met today on Fifth Avenue. Cold eyes, slender and tall stature, exceptional temperament.
With gentle eyes, he gazed at the figure on the paper, gently touching it, his movements as if the canvas held not merely a painting but a real person right in front of him.
Reluctantly withdrawing his hand, Lin Mubai picked up his pen again and wrote without hesitation in the top left corner of the paper 'MyLove-AN'.
After writing, Lin Mubai put down his pen with satisfaction, found his phone, opened the camera function, and permanently captured the vivid person on the drawing board into his phone, without hesitation setting the photo as his security lock.
Having done all this, Lin Mubai, without considering it was now half-past four in the morning, directly opened his contacts, found the number of the most recent caller, and dialed back.
Once the call connected, an irritated male voice immediately came through: "Young Master Lin, please have some mercy, at least look at the time." Why call him at four in the morning? Was Lin Da Shao asking him to wake up to use the bathroom? Since when did Lin Da Shao have such a bizarre humor?
Lin Mubai felt no guilt due to the other's annoyance and directly gave an order: "I'll send you a photo later. You need to find someone for me, An Nan, female, 28 years old, Chinese." After speaking, he decisively hung up the phone and sent the freshly-taken photo via WeChat.
Han Xiayang, after having the phone hung up on him by Young Master Lin, sat dumbfounded on the bed, first cleaning his left ear with his left pinky, then his right ear with his right pinky, and then muttered to himself while sitting on the bed: "Did I hear wrong? A woman? Young Master Lin actually asked me to find a woman? No way, I must still be dreaming."