A fashion queen

Song Yuhang stared at the woman before him, who seemed to have become an utterly unfamiliar figure, his heart filled with endless melancholy and sorrow. He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm, and slowly spoke, "Actually, I'm not entirely sure where he's going. But just now, I saw him board a private plane, and it looked like he was heading to a rather distant place."

Hearing this, Cui Xueying's heart suddenly tightened, and a strong sense of foreboding suddenly surged into her heart. She hurriedly took out her phone and tried to dial Mo Yunting's number, but the response she received was a cold and ruthless power-off tone.

"Then, what are you doing here now? Is it just to witness my miserable appearance, or do you have some new conspiracy?" Cui Xueying's eyes were as sharp as knives, staring coldly at the man in front of her, full of doubts and vigilance about his actions.

"That's absolutely not the case, Xueying. Please believe me, this is a huge misunderstanding. I simply sincerely hope for your happiness, nothing more." Song Yuhang replied with a sorrowful expression, his voice revealing an unconcealable sadness. He had never dreamed that he would one day speak to her with such coldness and distance, every word piercing his heart like a sharp knife.

Cui Xueying's hawk-like eyes fixed directly on Song Yuhang, as if she saw through him completely. She snorted coldly, her tone filled with doubt and distrust. "Trust you? Ha! Even your every word seems so shaky and unfounded. How can I believe you? I really don't understand why I should continue to trust you." With that, she slowly closed her eyes, as if trying to block out the disturbance brought by the person before her.

"Xueying, please believe me. This is all true. I'm not lying to you. I have the relevant video here as irrefutable proof. If you still have doubts, you can take a look at it yourself..." Song Yuhang spoke anxiously, quickly pulling out his phone, pulling up the video he had just recorded, and handing it to Cui Xueying. He knew full well that too much talk can lead to mistakes, so he didn't make any more unnecessary excuses, fearing that it would backfire and make the situation worse.

Cui Xueying stared intently at the screen—she saw Mo Yunting boarding the plane with determined steps. As the camera zoomed in, her already tense heart tightened even more, and an indescribable sense of panic surged over her.

"Where did he go? And why did he suddenly turn off his phone and lose contact?" Cui Xueying murmured unconsciously, her voice full of worry and confusion.

Song Yuhang, standing nearby, silently observed Cui Xueying's worried expression, a wave of pity welling up in his heart. He softly soothed her, "Xueying, perhaps Mo Yunting has indeed encountered some pressing and difficult issue that has forced him to take this action. You don't have to worry too much. If you need any help or support during this period, I will be by your side without hesitation, always at your service." His words were sincere and heartfelt, hoping to soothe Cui Xueying's restless heart. Cui Xueying glanced at Song Yuhang, a flicker of gratitude in her eyes.

"Thank you very much this time, but please rest assured, I am fully capable of looking for him myself, so I won't bother you with help. You'd better leave here quickly." After saying that, Cui Xueying turned around without any reluctance, and walked away with firm and resolute steps.

Song Yuhang stood there blankly, his eyes fixed on Cui Xueying's back as she gradually walked away until she disappeared. An indescribable sense of loss surged in his heart.

He had been filled with joy and confidence, and had always believed that he could provide her with substantial assistance and support on his own, but he had never expected to be rejected in the end. This was undoubtedly like pouring a bucket of cold water on his burning heart, and it instantly chilled him.