The time of the city

It had been some time since Nan Feng returned to the Qiao family, and during this time, a major news story broke in City A: Qiao Zhengrong had abdicated from the Qiao Group, and his grandson, Qiao Feng, had taken over.

At the age of 21, Qiao Feng received a finance degree from the Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania. Upon returning to China at the age of 21, Qiao Zhengrong couldn't wait to hand over the Qiao Group to Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng was a widely praised talent in the business world, known as a rising star. Some predicted that under his leadership, the Qiao family would flourish even more, surpassing the other three major families and becoming the sole dominant power. Qiao Feng also became the dream lover of the daughters of wealthy families throughout City A.

But he didn't care about all these. He only cared about seeing Mo Yu, the girl he had been thinking about, as soon as possible.

During this period, he followed Qiao Zhengrong to meet all kinds of people in the business world and signed many contracts, large and small. Only then did Qiao Zhengrong truly trust him, and he was out of Qiao Zhengrong's control.

The first thing he did was to go to City S. He had secretly booked a flight to City S. He had been looking forward to this day for a long time, but when this day finally came, it felt like a dream.

On the plane, he was both happy and scared. He was afraid that Mo Yu would blame him for taking so long to come to him, but it didn't matter. He wanted to hug Mo Yu tightly, he wanted to marry her, and he wanted them to be together forever.

"Xiao Yu, I have to go out for an emergency at the company. Breakfast is ready. You can heat it up when you wake up. Also, remember to pack your things because you have to go to school in a few days..." Ni Jiamu stood at the door of Mo Yu's room and chattered for a long time like an old nanny before leaving.

Mo Yu replied a few words symbolically and fell into a beautiful dream again.

A few hours later, Nan Feng arrived safely in City S. He took deep breaths to prove that all this was really happening.

His joy was magnified several times, and his face was filled with an unconcealable smile. Anyone who saw him would think he had won five million in the lottery.

Nan Feng took a taxi. Through the window, he watched as low-rise buildings had been replaced by skyscrapers, and wide, straight asphalt roads had replaced concrete roads. The eight years he'd been here had seen tremendous changes. The small stalls he and Mo Yu had frequented were long gone, perhaps obsolete by the tide of time, their existence undone by the city's development.

The entire era is developing, the entire city is changing, the only thing that remains unchanged is Nan Feng's feelings for Mo Yu.

"Young man, you look handsome and successful. I wonder if you are married?" The taxi driver stared at Nan Feng for a long time and suddenly said this.

"No...no, Auntie," Nan Feng replied very politely.

"That's great. Then I'll introduce my daughter to you. She's very pretty and you won't get any loss." The taxi driver smiled, revealing his few yellow teeth, and his double chin grew from two layers to three.

"Thank you for your kindness, Auntie. I already have someone I like, and I'm going to find her this time."

"But there was a fire at the orphanage in the southern suburbs a year ago. No one survived the blaze." While waiting at a traffic light, the taxi driver turned around and pulled out a photo of a girl. "Look, this is my daughter. Isn't she pretty?"

Nan Feng had no intention of looking at the photos. "What fire? You must have remembered it wrongly. How is that possible?" Nan Feng's voice trembled at the end. All he could think about were the words the taxi driver said: there was a fire in the orphanage in the southern suburbs and no one survived.

"If you don't believe me, go ask. The orphanage has been renovated. The children inside are all new. They definitely don't have the one you're looking for. The one you liked probably died in the fire a long time ago."

"Shut up and drive!" Nan Feng roared. He wouldn't allow anyone to say Mo Yu was dead. Seeing Nan Feng's anger, the taxi driver wisely shut up.

It was already past noon when Mo Yu lazily got up from her bed and walked out of her room. There was a sticky note on the door, with beautiful calligraphy on it: "I left some food for you, remember to eat it." Mo Yu smiled, tore off the note, and went to wash up.

There was also a sticky note on the mirror: Go eat after washing up. The words on it were cold, but Mo Yu's heart was warmed.

When we arrived at the restaurant, as Moyu had expected, there was still a sticky note on the table: Heat up the food before eating. I'll come back to check the electricity bill. If it's not hot, you're dead.

Mo Yu knew that Ni Jiamu's words about checking the electricity bill were just a scare to her, but she still obediently took the dishes to the kitchen to heat them up.

Nan Feng arrived at the orphanage. It had undergone tremendous changes compared to before. It didn't look like an orphanage anymore, but more like a grand private school.

Looking in from outside the door, groups of children were playing and having fun, their laughter spread throughout the orphanage. They seemed unaware that they were abandoned, they only knew that they were happy at the moment.

Nan Feng hesitated outside the door for a long time before pushing it open and walking in. He hoped that the dean would tell him that there had never been a fire here, and he hoped to run into Mo Yu around the corner.

"Who are you looking for? Brother?" a little girl holding a doll asked timidly.

"Do you know Mo Yu?" Nan Feng took out chocolate from his bag and handed it to the little girl.

The little girl shook her head and said, "I don't know her. I was just sent in. Can you take me to see my mother?" She pulled at the corner of Nan Feng's clothes, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Sir..." Nan Feng turned his head and saw a middle-aged woman standing behind him, looking at him kindly.

"Are you the dean here? I'm here to look for someone."

"I'm the director here," the woman pulled the little girl into her arms. "This little girl came to the orphanage the day before yesterday and is very depressed. Please don't mind her." The director smiled. "You said you were here to look for someone. Who are you looking for? None of the children here have any family."

"Mo Yu, Dean, do you know Mo Yu? I was here with her eight years ago."

"I don't know her. Didn't you hear about the fire at the orphanage a year ago? Maybe the person you're looking for" the dean paused, "maybe she was adopted."

Nan Feng felt as if his heart was struck by a heavy object, and he couldn't breathe for a long time. "Dean, I want to see the file. If there is a record that Mo Yu was adopted, she must have been adopted."

"I'm sorry, sir. The fire destroyed all the information. If nothing else, I'll leave first." The dean sighed and walked away slowly.

"Xiao Kai, help me investigate all the information about the fire at the orphanage in the southern suburbs of S City. No, help me find Mo Yu, she is not dead." After Nan Feng hung up the phone, he seemed to have lost all his strength and fell to the ground.

He had clearly prepared everything to meet Mo Yu, he was clearly strong enough, he had clearly worked very hard, so why did heaven have to play this joke on him? Nan Feng's mind was in a mess, he was almost going crazy thinking about Mo Yu.

He tried hard every day that he didn't meet Mo Yu. He believed that Mo Yu would never leave him and that she must be waiting for him somewhere.

"I will definitely find you." He would run towards Mo Yu without hesitation, this time, every time, and every time.