Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

  They were all middle-aged men, and there were rarely any women. Even if there was, it was also a middle-aged lady. There were basically no young and beautiful women other than Zheng Yan who were already able to make a name for themselves in the business industry.

  Nian Xiaomu took a glance, and sat down in her seat, extremely assured.

  She started flipping through the run-down for the conference.

  The first event in the run-down was the organizers’ speech.

  It was a pity, however, that it did not specify who exactly from the Mo Family was going to make the speech.

  Was it going to be Mo Qian? Or Mo Yongheng?

  Nian Xiaomu was originally certain that it would be Mo Qian, but after listening to what Zheng Yan had said earlier, she suddenly thought it could be Mo Yongheng too.

  According to Zheng Yan, Mo Yongheng had the strongest bond with the family’s Master. Yet, the successor who was being nurtured at present was Mo Qian.

  It didn’t make sense at all.

  Nian Xiaomu did not understand the situation in the Mo Family, and could only watch to see how things developed.

  The conference was to begin very soon.

  When the emcee announced that the speaker would be Mo Qian, Nian Xiaomu instantly got up from her seat along with the others around her to give a round of applause.

  From afar, she could see a tall figure who emerged from behind the emcee and walked to a corner of the podium on the stage.

  His facial features were solid and his black suit was extremely well-tailored.

  As he strode onto the stage, he exuded the aura of a refined and matured man, capturing the attention of everyone in an instant.

  Nian Xiaomu stared blankly at this scene before her.

  She was originally only curious about Mo Qian’s looks, but after looking at just his side profile, a bunch of fragmented images started to appear in her head.

  It was during a winter…


  … when the grounds were covered in snow.

  Nearing the evening, the sun started to rest lazily at the end of the sky.

  The plants in the courtyard had all been covered in snow, and the amber glow from the sunset reflected on the ground.

  A woman in a white down coat was standing in the snow, her gentle gaze fixed towards the front gate as she waited for that familiar figure to appear.

  This happened as it had always done.

  The man’s footsteps were firm and steady, and he headed towards her with every stride he took.

  However, between every step he took, there was a sense of anxiety in him.

  The moment he arrived before her, he asked in a low and deep voice, “It’s so cold outside, why did you come out to wait?”


  “I wanted you to be able to see me once you come home, ” the woman replied with a grin.

  Her voice was sweet and gentle.

  While she spoke, the man had already gently pulled her into his arms and lowered his head to plant a kiss on her forehead.

  The two entered the living room like that, with their arms clung tightly with each other.

  The scene started to change.

  It was in the bedroom.

  Inside the room, the woman let out low coughs which sounded rather suppressed. It sounded as if she was trying to cough out loud, but was trying her best to bear with it.

  She was all huddled up under the covers, curled together uncomfortably.

  A while later, the man brought a bowl of medicine into the room.

  After hearing her low suppressed coughs, he went forward and carried her, placing his hand on her forehead.

  “You have a slight fever, you must have stood for too long outside, in the snow, yesterday. ” As the man spoke, his brows were tightly knitted and his eyes were full of heart-ache and self-reproach.

  “You’re not to wait outside for me in the future.”


  Seeing how troubled he looked, the woman did not speak and simply reached out to caress his face to console him, thereafter breaking into a grin.

  Her smile was pure and innocent.

  An absolutely stunning sight that could make one unable to catch their breath.

  The man stared at her for a long time, and after he recovered himself, he started to feed her the medicine by the bedside in small mouthfuls.

  The scene stopped here as if to capture their happiest and warmest moment together…


  When Nian Xiaomu finally snapped out of her trance, Mo Qian was already standing still in front of the podium.

  His refined and imposing aura could be felt by everyone offstage despite the lengthy distance in between.

  His eyes, which were slightly lowered, started to scan past the audience beneath the stage as he raised his head…