A fashion queen

From the other end of the line came Cui Xueying's voice, clear and melodious, like the sound of nature, lingering and melodious, like a yellow oriole singing out of a valley, as if it could penetrate the soul and make one intoxicated. She whispered softly, "Yun Ting, I miss you so much! When will you come back?" These few words were permeated with deep attachment and endless longing.

When Mo Yunting heard these affectionate words, his once hard heart softened as if gently caressed by a warm spring breeze. He couldn't wait to reply, "My dear, I miss you so much too. Don't worry, stay home and rest well. Once I've dealt with all the complicated and difficult matters at hand, I'll rush to your side and be by your side wholeheartedly. Okay?" His words were filled with doting and care, leaving a warm and sweet impression.

"You said so! I'll wait for you!" Cui Xueying had called just to find out if Mo Yunting was really handling things. When she heard him say "complicated and difficult matters," she suddenly understood. It seemed her suspicion was correct. Could he really be hiding something important? But why? She would have to ask him clearly when he returned.

"Yeah, okay." After putting down his phone, Mo Yunting felt much more refreshed, his previously heavy and depressed mood also becoming lighter and more cheerful. He slowly stood up from his chair, walked briskly to the window, and stood there leisurely, gazing at the brilliant and colorful city night scene outside the window, his heart filled with a myriad of emotions.

At this moment, Mo Yunting inadvertently caught a glimpse of a very familiar figure downstairs pacing back and forth, as if anxiously waiting for the arrival of someone or something.

"Isn't that Song Yuhang? Why is he here? Could it be because of Xueying? But I just spoke to Xueying on the phone... Is there something else going on?" Mo Yunting couldn't help but feel suspicious, his brows furrowed, and a sense of inexplicable unease suddenly surged in his heart. You know, ever since that incident, Song Yuhang has disappeared from the world, vanishing for a long time and has not been seen since.

But his sudden appearance at this place was truly puzzling. Could it be related to Xue Ying? Thinking of this, Mo Yunting secretly made up his mind: he couldn't just sit there and do nothing. He had to go downstairs and investigate, to find out Song Yuhang's true intentions. If he still harbored ill intentions towards Xue Ying and persisted in pursuing her, then he wouldn't be blamed for resorting to ruthless and extreme measures!

Mo Yunting walked downstairs in a hurry and stood in front of Song Yuhang. Song Yuhang raised his eyes and saw Mo Yunting, and his gaze immediately became evasive and uncertain.

"What exactly are you doing here?" Mo Yunting's eyes were as sharp as a knife. He stared at the person in front of him, not hiding his doubts and vigilance, and asked directly.

Song Yuhang shuddered under such pressure, a look of panic on his face. Facing Mo Yunting's piercing gaze, he suddenly felt at a loss, his previously fluent speech now stammering, "I... I just happened to be passing by." There was a clear hint of guilt in his words.

How could Mo Yunting easily believe such words? He only saw the corners of his mouth rise slightly, and he snorted with disdain: "Hmph! Do you think I believe you? Stop trying to be clever with me. Tell me the truth. Are you here to see me? Or are you here to see Xueying?" There was an irresistible majesty in his voice.

Song Yuhang lowered his head, not daring to meet Mo Yunting's gaze, as if his gaze could penetrate the deepest recesses of his heart. Mo Yunting's overwhelming presence made him feel an unprecedented sense of oppression. The once close and intimate brother with whom he could speak freely had become a stranger, even considering him his sworn enemy. All these changes were caused by him; it was truly his own fault, and no one else could be blamed.