A fashion queen

At this moment, numerous media reporters poured into the international airport like a tide, surrounding it tightly and completely. Each of them stood on tiptoe, leaning forward, trying to peek inside through the crowd, anxiously waiting for the target person to appear.

With his exceptional talent and boundless creativity, Mo Yunting has not only brought glory to China but also earned widespread international acclaim! Most notably, a film he directed won the prestigious Academy Award for Best Director this year. This exceptionally talented artist has successfully brought his meticulously crafted works to the forefront of the global stage, a feat that fills the nation with immense pride and joy.

Reliable sources revealed that Mo Yunting would arrive at the international airport today. Upon hearing this news, major media outlets flocked to the scene early, eager to grab the headlines of this major news story that was attracting widespread attention. Thus, a silent battle for coverage began—each media outlet pulled out all the stops, vying for a favorable position, hoping to be the first to report on this event.

When Mo Yunting's tall, straight figure appeared before everyone like a whirlwind, his face was covered by a pair of inky black sunglasses, which seemed like a barrier, deeply hiding his cold and distant eyes. However, this did not diminish his unique charm in the slightest, but instead added a sense of mystery and awe, making everyone present crazy and obsessed.

His appearance was like a brilliant star falling to earth, instantly igniting the entire crowd. Countless women let out shrill, ear-piercing screams, and the entire airport was plunged into chaos. People rushed towards Mo Yunting, like a group of fanatical believers chasing their idol, surrounding him tightly, making it impossible for anyone to get out.

Despite the crowds around him, Mo Yunting remained steady as a rock. The bodyguards beside him sprang into action, working hard to clear a path for him. Agile and well-trained, they escorted Mo Yunting forward at the fastest possible speed.

Faced with such a grand scene, Mo Yunting's face darkened slightly, revealing a subtle hint of displeasure. He pursed his lips tightly, seemingly annoyed by the commotion. Those sharp eyes, previously hidden behind sunglasses, now glared through the lenses like a hawk at the swarming media reporters, as if piercing their very souls.

These media outlets are truly powerful. They were even able to find out that he was flying back to China from the United States today. He had repeatedly warned no one to leak the information, but why did their whereabouts still get exposed? He was full of confusion.

"Director Mo, who are you most grateful to for winning the Oscar for Best Director?" At this moment, a brave and fearless media reporter successfully broke through the bodyguards' tight defense line, holding a microphone and reaching out to Mo Yunting, his face full of anticipation, as if waiting for him to give a speech.

However, Mo Yunting simply glanced at the reporter without saying a word. He had already said everything he needed to say the moment he won the award in the United States. At this moment, all he craved was a peaceful, private space, free from any outside distractions.

Seeing this, the tactless reporter was immediately dragged away by the bodyguards. Mo Yunting, however, remained expressionless as he hurried forward, leaving no opportunity for the other media. In the blink of an eye, he was swiftly out of the airport and directly into a black Audi sedan that had been waiting outside for a long time.

"Drive quickly!" Mo Yunting, sitting in the driver's seat, gave a cold order to the driver in front without any courtesy, and his voice revealed an irrefutable majesty.

As the black Audi started, the media vehicles chasing it immediately followed, and thus a thrilling road chase began.

The media didn't seem ready to give up easily, which instantly made Mo Yunting's already bad mood plummet. He stared intently at the several cars chasing him, his eyes as cold as a knife, and his lips tightened into a line.

"Xiao He, immediately get rid of those cars behind us!" Mo Yunting ordered Xiao He, his personal driver, from the driver's seat. Xiao He knew his boss's mood at the moment, so he stepped on the accelerator without hesitation, and the car sped away like an arrow.

With his excellent driving skills and familiarity with the road, Xiao He sped along the highway at lightning speed and soon left the pursuing vehicles far behind.

However, Mo Yunting had already wasted too much time trying to avoid the annoying media, and he secretly prayed that he could make it to his friend Li Yuhang's wedding in time.

He had chosen to return home today precisely because of his friend's wedding. He glanced at the watch on his wrist and his heart sank: "Oh no!"

"Xiao He, Yuhang's wedding is about to begin, we have to speed up!" Mo Yunting urged anxiously.

"Understood," Xiao He replied, and as if transformed into a workaholic, he stepped on the accelerator again. The car sped off towards its destination like a wild horse.

The car sped past like a wild horse, Xiao He gripping the steering wheel tightly, concentrating on steering the car forward. Sitting in the back seat, Mo Yunting looked exhausted, closing his eyes and trying to catch a nap. However, at a sharp turn, an accident occurred!

Because the car was going too fast, Xiao He had no time to slow down, and he watched helplessly as the front of the car hit the figure that suddenly appeared at the bend. In an instant, the figure was knocked away like a projectile, falling heavily in the distance.

Xiao He was terrified, his heart beating rapidly. He stared blankly at the tragic scene before him, his eyes wide open and his mouth wide enough to fit an egg.