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Chu Jun successfully experienced his first airplane journey in his life. Although it was not as good as flying with divine power, it was already pretty good for an ordinary person without spiritual power. It felt very good. Human wisdom is truly endless.

After getting off the plane and getting into the Chu family's car, the two of them arrived at the Chu family's villa in the center of City B.

After settling in at the Chu family, Xiao Sun reported, "Young Master, I've already made an appointment with the Mo family to meet at the Mo family restaurant tomorrow at noon."

Chu Jun smiled and replied, "Well, okay, thank you."

Xiao Sun had just graduated from university this year and had just joined the Chu Group. He was only four years older than Chu Jun. Initially, when he was told he would be taking care of the young master of the Chu family, he was filled with despair, thinking the job would be difficult.

Because outsiders only knew that the Chu family took good care of their youngest son and spoiled him to the extreme, he thought he would be facing a spoiled and willful second-generation rich kid and was ready to resign. However, after meeting him in person, he found out that he was wrong.

How could this be a second-generation rich kid? He was clearly a little angel! Gentle and refined, he spoke softly, and greeted him politely whenever he saw him. I heard that he became a child five years ago and had just recently woken up, so Xiao Sun took even more care of Chu Jun. In short, Xiao Sun liked Chu Jun so much after meeting him once. A young man like this is worthy of being the young master of a top-tier wealthy family.

Xiao Sun, who had completely changed his opinion of Chu Jun, was naturally very enthusiastic towards Chu Jun. After only a few days of spending time together, Xiao Sun already regarded Chu Jun as his younger brother.

Chu Jun was a little excited thinking that he would be able to meet Mo Heng from this dimension the next day. He tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep until midnight when he forced himself to fall asleep.

The next day at noon, the sun was shining brightly, the sky cloudless. Xiao Sun, driving a discreet black luxury car, took Chu Jun to a top-tier hotel in City B. The hotel was located in the bustling heart of City B, surrounded by tall buildings, bustling traffic, and a prosperous scene. The hotel's exterior was luxurious, with a massive crystal chandelier shimmering above the magnificent entrance. Two uniformed security guards stood at the door, solemnly guarding the entrance. Only the wealthy or the noble could enter.

The hotel's private room was on the top few floors, and Chu Jun met Han Yi at the door who came down to pick someone up.

When Han Yi saw the young man getting out of the car, he concealed the surprise in his eyes, walked up and said, "Hello, Young Master Chu, I am Mr. Mo Heng's assistant. My last name is Han, you can just call me Assistant Han." Although he had seen Chu Jun's photo in advance, he was still shocked by his appearance when he saw the real person.

"Hello, Assistant Han, my name is Chu Jun. Is Mr. Mo upstairs?" Chu Jun nodded to Han Yi.

"Yes, Mr. Mo is already waiting for you upstairs. I'll take you upstairs right away." Han Yi said as he led Chu Jun into the hotel.

The two followed Han Yi into the elevator. The private room was located on the top floor of the hotel. The elevator had sightseeing windows. As the elevator rose, one could see the hustle and bustle of traffic below, the drunkenness and extravagance of the big city.

After getting out of the elevator, Han Yi led the two to the door of the innermost box and said, "Master Chu, Mr. Mo is waiting for you inside. I won't go in."

"Well, thank you, Assistant Han." Chu Jun said to Han Yi, then turned to Xiao Sun beside him and said, "Xiao Sun, you can take a rest first. I'll call you after I finish eating."

Xiao Sun replied, "Okay, young master." The head of the Chu family had already contacted the head of the Mo family, so Xiao Sun naturally felt relieved about Mo Heng.

After giving Xiao Sun instructions, Chu Jun pushed the door and entered the box.

This is an antique box. Every part inside is built to imitate ancient buildings. The most expensive wood is used, giving it a low-key and luxurious look.

This is a private room full of antique atmosphere. It may not look very eye-catching from the outside, but once you enter, you can feel a unique charm.

Every detail within the private rooms meticulously mimics ancient architectural styles, from the carvings on the walls, the patterns on the ceiling, and the furniture, showcasing the sculptor's exquisite craftsmanship. These architectural elements not only enhance the rooms' cultural heritage but also evoke a sense of being transported to an ancient world.

The choice of wood is meticulous, using the most valuable species, such as red sandalwood and huanghuali. These woods are hard and beautifully grained, and after careful processing, they exude a subtle woody fragrance, creating a sense of calm and nobility. This understated and luxurious decor is both understated and tasteful, allowing people to experience a cultural edification while enjoying delicious food.

Sitting at the central round table was a man, dressed in a traditional Zhongshan suit, whose rigid style did not seem to conceal his impressive figure.

The Zhongshan suit, though simple in design, perfectly outlines his broad shoulders and straight spine. The sleeves, barely covering his wrists, project a reserved and steady demeanor. The fitted trousers accentuate his slender legs, making him appear even taller and more upright.

My gaze slowly shifted from elsewhere to the man's face. His hair was neatly combed, without a single strand of mess, as if every strand had been meticulously groomed. A pair of exquisite rimless glasses perched on his tall nose not only enhanced his elegance but also made his face appear even more mysterious and appealing.

The man's eyes were deep and bright, like an endless abyss, making one want to explore the mystery within. Through the thin lenses, one could see his black pupils, shining brightly like stars in the night. However, inadvertently, his gaze would reveal a hint of coldness, as if hiding the indifference and alienation in his heart.

It was the same Mo Heng, but at this moment he was expressionless, making people feel suppressed by his aura for no reason. He was a completely different Mo Heng from the previous plane. Just like the rumors in the outside world, he was serious, old-fashioned, and unpopular.

"Hello Mr. Mo, my name is Chu Jun, nice to meet you." Chu Jun spoke first, ignoring the pressure brought by Mo Heng, and greeted Mo Heng calmly.

Mo Heng also stood up when he saw Chu Jun, opened a seat for Chu Jun, and then said: "Please sit down. My name is Mo Heng. I am of the same generation as your father. You can just call me Uncle Mo."

After the two of them sat down, Mo Heng said, "I heard from Patriarch Chu that you want to join my company as an artist?"

Chu Jun was stunned by what Mo Heng called "Uncle Mo". He didn't expect that in this dimension, he and his ex-husband were of different generations.

"Yes, Mr. Mo, I want to be an actor and hope to join Shui Mo Company." Chu Jun certainly couldn't accept being called uncle by her ex-boyfriend, and insisted on calling Mo Heng Mr. Mo.

The first time Mo Heng saw Chu Yun, his heart trembled. If it weren't for his naturally indifferent expression, his inner emotions would have been exposed at this moment. Chu Yun has a face that should be loved by everyone, and can easily gain everyone's favor, which makes her a natural actor.

Whether it is his crazy beauty or his perfect figure, he will have a place in the entertainment industry. His face alone will attract countless fans to go crazy for him.

As a businessman, Mo Heng is of course very optimistic about Chu Yun's development in the entertainment industry. As long as his acting skills are not too disastrous and he does not make any principled mistakes, his career can go a long way and bring new opportunities for the company's development.

Yet, even as he cast aside his role as a businessman, deep down, he didn't want to expose this young master to the public. He longed to hide this young man away in a corner where no one could reach him, to make him his secret treasure, his own alone. This intense desire was like a burning flame, unquenchable.

At this moment, Mo Heng realized his bipolar disorder seemed to be flaring up again. The restlessness and uneasiness within him seemed to be bursting through his chest, making it difficult for him to calm down. He couldn't help but fall into deep self-doubt and confusion, unsure how to deal with these complex emotions.