A fashion queen

Meanwhile, Cui Ziyue was terribly anxious but helpless, and could only pray silently in her heart: "I'm truly sorry. Please forgive me for not being able to tell you the truth, but please believe that I must have a hidden secret. One day in the future, when I can gain a firm foothold in this new world, that will be the day I quietly depart. I apologize to you once again..."

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, over a month had already passed. During this time, Cui Ziyue carefully recuperated, her injuries gradually healing, and her daily life became normal. Furthermore, through this period of reflection and observation, she gained a deeper understanding of this unfamiliar world and gradually adapted to its rhythms. However, confined to this luxurious villa, with nothing to do all day, she often fell into deep thought, even into a daze, facing the vibrant sea of flowers before her. This tedious life made her feel extremely bored.

After careful consideration, an unprecedented idea came to her mind - "I want to go out and find a job!" Although this place is not the world she is familiar with, she firmly believes that she can create a new world through her own efforts and embrace her own bright future.

So she made up her mind not to waste her time anymore, but to meet new challenges and start a new life with a positive attitude.

When Cui Ziyue's eyes met the clock hanging on the wall, the corners of her pink lips rose slightly, outlining a faint smile.

Yes, he was coming—every time the clock struck noon, the man would arrive as expected, like an incredibly precise clock, carrying two steaming hot lunch boxes. It was at this moment that a warm current surged in her heart, making her truly feel that she was not alone.

As the saying goes, "Speak of Cao Cao and Cao Cao will appear." Just as the figure appeared in her mind, footsteps gradually came from outside the door.

"What are you thinking about?" Mo Yunting pushed open the door and walked in. He immediately saw Cui Ziyue sitting on the sofa with a faint smile on her lips. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of interesting thing could make her so happy?

"You're here." Looking at this heroic and imposing man, Cui Ziyue's eyes grew softer. His tall figure, like a towering mountain, was deeply imprinted in her eyes, which were as deep as a pool of water. She felt a sudden surge of panic and a shy blush on her cheeks.

Today, Mo Yunting wore a simple black T-shirt and matching black jeans. His all-black outfit transformed him into a dignified and proud cheetah, emanating an irresistible aura of majesty. Even though he was clutching only two ordinary bento boxes, his alluring charm was irresistible.

"Are you hungry? I specially bought your favorite chicken leg rice today." The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile. His deep eyes sparkled like stars, tightly locked on her beautiful face.

After a full month of meticulous care, her complexion was now rosy and radiant, like a blooming flower, emitting a charming charm. He felt extremely relieved and satisfied with her tremendous transformation.

When Cui Ziyue heard the words "chicken leg rice", her eyes lit up instantly. She took the lunch box from his hand with joy on her face and couldn't wait to open the lid like a little greedy cat.

"Wow, it smells so good!" A rich aroma hit her face, and she couldn't help but take a deep breath, then quickly picked up the chopsticks and started eating without caring about her image.

In front of Mo Yunting, Cui Ziyue showed her true self without reservation, without any restraint. Her natural and innocent behavior always easily touched the softest part of his heart, making him feel pity involuntarily.

Mo Yunting, who is usually cold and aloof, only unconsciously lets down his guard when facing Cui Ziyue. From initially believing that he had a responsibility to take care of her, to later getting along as closely as close friends, Cui Ziyue became the only woman he could open his heart to and speak freely about.

"I have something to tell you." Cui Ziyue took a small bite of her meal and her gaze slowly settled on him, her hands and mouth still moving. She seemed to have made plans long ago, deciding to discuss important matters with him while enjoying the meal.

Her natural eating manner whetted his appetite, and he immediately picked up another lunch box and started eating as well.

He used his eyes to tell her to continue, indicating that he was willing to listen to her.

"My body has almost recovered, so I want to find a job. After all, I can't always rely on your support." Her tone was firm and matter-of-fact, but she didn't notice that Mo Yunting's face turned gloomy in an instant.

"I have plenty of money," he replied coldly. His mood suddenly soured when he heard she wanted to go out to work. It was as if this sentence had touched a sensitive nerve deep inside him.