He slightly squinted his eyes and, when he could no longer see the mother-son pair, instantly hung them down to conceal the loneliness that briefly appeared in them . Returning his focus to the laptop on his lap, he looked at his half-finished homework . He felt somewhat vexed and decided to turn the laptop off .
A middle-aged man in a suit carefully opened the rear door of the extended Lincoln and showed the dessert he had purchased for the boy .
"Young master, your dessert . "
The butler carefully unwrapped its packaging and passed the cake to him, along with a fork .
The boy received them indifferently . Staring at the delectable dessert, the scene of the boy's smiling face as he hugged his toy still appeared in his mind . Suddenly, he had no appetite .
"Not eating . " He pushed the dessert aside and coldly ordered, "Let's go . "
The butler, Uncle Qiao, stared at him blankly . He proceeded to clean up and throw the uneaten cake into a trash can by the road, and boarded the vehicle .
The vehicle rode off into the distance .
Night fell .
The Mu Group . The office of the chief executive officer (CEO) .
Entering one's sight were luxurious fixtures, stylish and elegant, extravagant to the core .
A man stood still by the window, his vigorous figure tall and slender . With a towering height of 1 . 89 meters, his presence was overbearing .
He expressionlessly looked into the distance, at the city's bustling nightscape, with slightly furrowed brows and distant eyes .
Mu Wanrou slowly pushed the door ajar and saw the figure silently standing by the French window . The corners of her mouth formed a gentle arch .
This man held the highest power in the Mu Group . He was the son of the chairman of a conglomerate, the chief executive officer of an empire, the Mu family's Mu Yazhe, and, her fiancé .
They might not have held a wedding ceremony yet, but she was already the Mu family's young mistress in name . Their future wedding would definitely be grand and magnificent; the greatest sensation of the century .
This man was also a sensation within the upper class of society . Many young ladies from well-known families were attracted to him . When she recalled today's headlines about the dating rumors between Mu Yazhe and a diva, Mu Wanrou was madly jealous!
In the eyes of an outsider, she was the future young mistress of the Mu Group . Who would know that Mu Yazhe and she were only husband and wife in name but not in actuality?
This man was extremely cold to her .
This put her in an extremely awkward situation .
Mu Wanrou placed her handbag lightly on the sofa and gingerly walked to his behind . She reached out her arms to gently cuddle his fit body, and leaned her face on his broad, strong back .
"Zhe… . "
His eyes regained focus . He tilted his face while maintaining his composure . Under the cool lights, his facial contour was prominent and his clean-cut features were a masterpiece . He had handsome brows and an attractive jaw . The best part of his face was his alluring, deep-set, almond-shaped eyes with pupils as dark as an obsidian, which could shake the heart and soul of many .
This was a handsome and mature man . His handsomeness was not just something on the surface; although his cold face looked young, he gave off the innate aura of an emperor, haughty and domineering, naturally perfect .
He appeared imposing with every move he made, just like emperors and overlords high above the masses in ancient times . With a wave of his hand, he could dictate everything .
Just by his presence, one would know that he was a man who had braved many storms – a man with a cold nature .
"Grandpa let me come to ask you . Are you going back to the Mu residence tomorrow night?"
His eyebrows slightly twitched, and a nonchalant voice came out from his lips, "No . "
She noticed his lukewarm expression and stole a glance at the paperwork piled up on his desk . She asked, with a tiny voice, "Zhe… Did I disturb you?"
Chapter end
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