Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

  The young lady here still lacks a boyfriend, Brother Fan Yu, can’t you consider me too?

  I’ve porcelain-white skin and beautiful long legs. The most important part is that I’m especially devoted!

  Zheng Yan thought to herself, but remained very composed on the surface and did not interrupt him.

  “Ten years is quite a long time, right?” Fan Yu glanced at her reaction and muttered lightly.

  “Actually, I don’t know how I survived it either. Maybe it was because we parted too suddenly back then that I felt that there were still things we had yet to do and words that had yet to be said. Inside my head, a voice kept telling me to find her, that I had to find her…”


  Now, to think of it, even Fan Yu himself was not sure if he had been searching for Nian Xiaomu all these years because of her or himself.

  His memories of their childhood had gradually faded.

  Even how she looked when she was young became a blurred image after they had met each other again.

  She was no longer how he remembered her when she was young.

  His Liuliu had grown up and became more beautiful, quirky and independent.

  She no longer needed to depend on anyone. She herself was a queen.

  This new version of her deeply attracted him.

  But, when he tried to get closer to her, he realized that from some point in time, another guy named Yu Yuehan had appeared by her side.

  In the beginning, he could not take it lying down indeed.

  He was indignant that although he obviously knew her first, the one by her side, in the end, was not him.

  Later on, he understood it. When it came to matters of the heart, one’s timing never mattered.

  The person she liked was not him.

  Maybe, from the day they parted, such an ending between them was already destined.

  He had been fixated on her for so many years and had taken great pains to find her not just to have her.

  Being able to witness her happiness, he felt happy for her and a tinge of regret but did not harbor any resentment.

  “She’s the only woman I’ve loved my whole life. I admit that I’m still unable to forget her, but I won’t do anything to put her in a spot. So, what you’re worried about won’t happen.”


  Fan Yu’s thin lips parted as he spoke while pausing between his words.

  “When the Mo Family’s issue has completely resolved, I will leave.”


  “…”


  Hearing these bits and pieces of his story of looking for Nian Xiaomu these past ten years, Zheng Yan was feeling exceptionally moved. Upon hearing the last words he said, she was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion and her eyes brimmed with tears.

  Choking with emotion, she said, “But, you’re simply too pitiful. Why don’t you find someone else to love? Such a good man like you deserves a wonderful woman who cherishes you, otherwise, it’ll be such a waste!”


  In this era full of materialistic desires, how hard it is to find a man who would love you with all his heart!

  It wasn’t every day that such an unwavering person like him appeared, yet he still ended up all alone.

  She could imagine how Fan Yu had spent so many years going from city to city to look for Nian Xiaomu such that the Fan Corporation had moved from overseas back home.

  How many times would he have thought that he had news of Nian Xiaomu and ended up with no leads at all, and could only face the moon all alone, thinking about the time a little girl joked with him under the moonlight…


  How devoted and pitiful!

  Eventually, he had painstakingly managed to find that girl, but Nian Xiaomu’s heart already belonged to someone else…


  Oh, goodness!

  The wrenching pain and internal struggle Zheng Yan felt in her heart even made her think that Nian Xiaomu should just break up with Young Master Han and get together with Fan Yu.

  “Honestly speaking, Xiao Mumu and you have no chance anymore. You should just find someone else. The world is huge, there’ll definitely be someone better for you. You’re so handsome and rich, why hold on to something so obstinately? If you don’t mind, I intend to recommend myself…”