Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Zheng Yan was about to be polite towards him when Fan Yu had already bid Nian Xiaomu goodbye and took her hand, heading towards the car park.
Zheng Yan instantly exclaimed, “Fan Yu, slow down, I’m wearing high heels!”
“Should I carry you in a gentlemanly way?”
“I can let you help me carry my shoes.”
Fan Yu responded, “Then you’d better walk on your own.”
The two appeared to be bickering in a joking manner and finally got into the car.
Looking at how naturally they interacted with each other, Nian Xiaomu was in a daze for quite a while before she returned to her senses.
Turning to look at Mo Yongheng, she saw that his face was emotionless but his eyes were fixed on the direction Fan Yu and Zheng Yan had left in.
She had noticed earlier that he seemed to have wanted to say something, but before he could mutter a word, Zheng Yan had already been pulled away by Fan Yu.
Blinking her eyes, Nian Xiaomu tried to break the silence.
“Are you alright? They’ve already left, let’s go as well.”
“Umm.” Mo Yongheng withdrew his gaze and with one hand in his pocket, went round Nian Xiaomu to walk in front of her.
He then went to the car door and opened it for her.
Yet, even after Nian Xiaomu was seated in the car, his hand was still on the car door and his head raised to look at the direction Fan Yu and Zheng Yan had left in.
Only after Nian Xiaomu stuck her head out to look at him in confusion did he compose himself and close the car door, going round to the driver’s seat.
Just when he had sat down, Nian Xiaomu seated beside him couldn’t help but start to gush.
“Did you see that earlier? You were shocked too, right? Although Fan Yu and Zheng Yan have met before, they have never spoken much previously. It was also a spur of the moment today that I wanted to try to matchmake them. To think that they could actually hit it off so well. Right after having coffee, they had lunch, now they’re even leaving together…”
Nian Xiaomu got more enthusiastic as she spoke and did not notice that Mo Yongheng’s expression was not as composed earlier.
She suddenly turned to him.
“Where do you think the two of them would go? Would Fan Yu take Zheng Yan home or find another place to have afternoon tea with her?”
“…”
The only response she received was Mo Yongheng’s silence.
As well as the bulging of veins on the hand that was grabbing tightly onto the steering wheel, the atmosphere in the car instantly turned tense.
Nian Xiaomu was taken aback for a moment and finally came to a slow realization that Mo Yongheng appeared to be in a bad mood.
Staring at him for a while, she thought that he probably did not like talking about such gossip and hurriedly changed to a work-related topic.
Only when they were about to reach the company did Nian Xiaomu suddenly speak.
“Right, I haven’t thanked you for what happened at the shopping mall previously. Thanks a lot for helping us out that time.”
At first, she had thought that it was only a coincidence. Now that she knew that Mo Yongheng was a good person, that incident at the shopping mall was probably him intentionally helping her and Zheng Yan vent their anger.
“Even though Zheng Yan seems loud and easy-going, she’s actually very grateful that you helped her out. But, maybe because she always thought that you were a good person, she was more bothered by others than the fact that you may have betrayed Grandfather and spoke to you more rudely. Don’t hold it against her.” Nian Xiaomu explained on Zheng Yan’s behalf after some thought.
Hearing this, Mo Yongheng’s eyes flickered slightly and he muttered a non-committal grunt.
He reached out to unbuckle Nian Xiaomu’s seat belt and let her enter the company building first.
Only after her figure had completely disappeared at the entrance of the Mo Corporation did Mo Yongheng reach into the hidden compartment in his car to retrieve a box of cigarettes.
He then pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
The faint cigarette smoke that was curling up in the air made the sharp and delicate features of his face appear blurry.
The image of Zheng Yan and Fan Yu leaving started to flash in his head continuously…
He abruptly extinguished his cigarette and dialed Zheng Yan’s number.
