A fashion queen

Cui Xueying was very understanding. She knew the heavy responsibility Mo Yunting shouldered as the family heir, so she didn't complain or express dissatisfaction. Instead, she smiled and nodded, expressing her understanding and support. She gently responded, "It's okay. Don't worry about it. I will take care of myself."

Mo Yunting glanced at Cui Xueying gratefully, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes, and a tinge of guilt welled up in his heart. He slowly reached out and gently caressed her face, as if pouring all his emotions into that gentle touch. His voice was low and sincere, as he whispered, "Thank you for your understanding. I love you." He then placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, the soft touch like a feather brushing against her skin. Then, he turned decisively and strode out of the office.

Mo Yunting drove home at top speed, his heart pounding with anxiety. When he opened the door, he saw the old man sitting solemnly on the sofa, his expression so grave that it was hard to even look at him. Mo Yunting walked over quickly, his steps filled with anxiety and worry, and greeted him respectfully, "Grandpa, why did you call me back so late? Did something important happen?"

The old man raised his head slightly, staring at Mo Yunting with a sharp gaze that seemed to penetrate his heart. His tone was stern and unquestionable, and he asked in a questioning tone: "What have you been busy with recently? Have you even neglected the company's affairs?"

Mo Yunting's heart tightened, knowing that the old man was blaming him for neglecting his work recently because of his relationship with Cui Xueying, but he still tried to remain calm and replied: "Grandpa, I have been working hard to handle the company's business, but sometimes I need some personal matters."

The old man frowned and said unhappily, "As the heir to the family, your first priority is to manage the company well and not be swayed by personal emotions. The company is now facing a series of problems, and you must solve them as soon as possible!" The old man looked at Mo Yunting and said after a moment of silence, "Yunting, our family business has encountered some difficulties and we need you to step in and solve them. I hope you can take over the company's affairs and lead us out of this predicament."

After hearing this, Mo Yunting felt a sinking feeling in his heart. He had never been interested in the family business and preferred to pursue his own dream of making movies. However, facing the old man's expectations, he didn't know how to refuse. He knew that he shouldered the responsibility and mission of the family, but was unwilling to give up his ideals. At this moment, he was caught in a dilemma, his heart full of contradictions and struggles.

Just when he was hesitating, the old man spoke again: "Yun Ting, this is also your father's last wish. He hopes that you can inherit the family business and make the family more prosperous." A trace of struggle flashed in Mo Yunting's eyes, and he thought of his father.

Mo Yunting took a deep breath. He knew that what he was about to say might cause dissatisfaction with the old man, but he decided to be frank. "Grandpa, I understand the importance of the family business to us, but I also have my own dreams. I hope to make a difference in the film industry. This has always been my pursuit."

The old man frowned slightly, puzzled by his grandson's choice. "Movies? They're just something ethereal and imaginary. How can they compare to our tangible family business?"

Mo Yunting understood his grandfather's concerns, but he firmly believed that his choice was not a blind one. "Grandpa, the film industry has enormous potential and room for development. We have entered the information age, and film, as a cultural art form, has a wide range of influence and dissemination. Moreover, with the continuous advancement of science and technology, filmmaking technology is also changing with each passing day. The future market prospects are very broad."

The old man was silent for a moment, as if pondering Mo Yunting's words. After a moment, he slowly said, "I can give you time to prove yourself, but the prerequisite is that you must first deal with the current problems facing the company. If you can do this, I will no longer interfere with your personal choices."

Mo Yunting was delighted and quickly nodded in agreement: "Thank you, Grandpa! Don't worry, I will work hard and live up to your expectations."

After saying that, Mo Yunting turned around and prepared to leave the living room. His steps were firm and resolute, as if he had made up his mind to leave this place.