Chapter 1402 - 1399: Is This Just an Illusion?
Fame and fortune are like this, and appearance too... such a sense of shared destiny with Buddhism...
Why is this so, is it an illusion?! It seems as if she’s already thought everything through thoroughly.
Qiao Muyun paused for a moment.
"Where do you want to go?" Qiao Muyun asked.
"Country H." Zi Ruoxi blurted out without hesitation, paused a moment, thought of a question, and then quickly corrected herself, "First to Country R, then transfer to Country H."
"Why?" Qiao Muyun asked again, with a faint smile on his face, seemingly asking knowingly.
"Since it’s an escape, it’s better to keep one’s whereabouts hidden." Zi Ruoxi answered without avoiding the topic.
She’s really smart. If they disappear one day, according to others’ thinking, they’d likely believe they went to a country known for cosmetic surgery, and they’d chase there first. Choosing to go through a detour is indeed the best method. However, given Qiao Junlie’s resourcefulness, he might think in reverse and wouldn’t guess that Zi Ruoxi went there... The more dangerous, the more likely to expose one’s goals, the safer it becomes, easier to elude suspicion.
Qiao Muyun couldn’t help but admire Zi Ruoxi’s intelligence. But nothing is absolute. He seemed to want to say something comforting, yet seeing her with determined intent... what more could he say? Is it truly impossible to reconcile her and Brother?
"Zi Ruoxi..." Qiao Muyun wanted to say something, uttered two words, and then, with deep meaning, gazed at the bright eyes beneath the mask, earnestly said, "I hope you and I won’t regret."
At this moment, perhaps he was contemplating. His private thoughts prevailed, though his heart was still struggling.
Zi Ruoxi gave a faint smile.
"What is there for me to regret, Brother Qiao Muyun? I’m afraid you’ll regret; this matter has made it difficult for you... I’m sorry." Zi Ruoxi said quietly, with immense sincerity.
Qiao Muyun gently walked over, pressed her shoulder.
"Silly, don’t say words of apology. These three words you’ve said too often, my ears have grown callous." Qiao Muyun calmly replied, "If possible, I hope you’ll replace them with another three words, but isn’t that wishful thinking? Actually, silently loving you is a kind of happiness too! Doing everything for you is willingly done by me, Qiao Muyun..." His slender handsome face revealed a resolute smile, a gentle tone drifted in the air, "Alright, let it be. After all, I’m your Brother Qiao Muyun! Haha!"
"Hmm. Brother Qiao Muyun, thank you." Zi Ruoxi replied, sweetness glimmering in her eyes.
"Uh..." Qiao Muyun was taken aback. This little girl... still playing tricks... couldn’t help but sternly say, "Stop. Those last three words, don’t say them either. Or else I’ll really fall out with you."
"Haha..." Zi Ruoxi couldn’t help but laugh. At this moment, she truly felt happy, perhaps only because she had him!
A conversation set the agreement between them. One eager, one still hesitating, somewhat candid yet not completely relieved, carrying a touch of forced sentiment, will their journey go as planned?
Zi Ruoxi’s heart is still not fully settled...
Hopefully, there wouldn’t be any sudden changes. The road ahead might be difficult, but she never regretted it...
After winter’s wind and snow comes real beauty! If snow lotus blossoms in icy lands, its beauty can only be seen amidst the flying white snow, then she is that snow lotus! Emitting a gentle scent in the barren snow.
Just that glimpse, enough to warm hearts. In the harsh winter, it doesn’t feel cold.
...
Watching Zi Ruoxi peacefully asleep, Qiao Muyun took the opportunity to leave. By now, it was late into the night.
Stars twinkle, crescent moon hooked in the sky. Such moonlight should be wonderful. It’s a pity the person hurrying past can’t afford to appreciate it, destined to waste such great time.
Qiao Muyun rode his silver-gray Marco Polo brand motorcycle, driving along a familiar road. This road was too familiar, walked for decades, every plant, every house ingrained in memory, making the thought of leaving somewhat sentimental.
Passing through the white jade Caesar Gate, heading straight for Caesar Courtyard. Upon reaching the destination, parked the car and entered the villa without hesitation.
He rarely appeared here at night, startling those still on duty in the hall.
"Young Master Qiao Muyun, why are you here?" Black Girl approached.
Qiao Muyun glanced at her, about to speak when another familiar tall, broad figure descended the stairs. Not seen for days, he remained robust and spirited.
"Uncle Ye, hello." Qiao Muyun replied politely.
Upon hearing, seeing the visitor, Uncle Ye smiled faintly, eyes shining brightly.
"Oh, it’s Young Master Qiao Muyun! Truly a rare guest." Uncle Ye politely said, then speculated, "Here to see the Young Master?"
"Hmm. He’s upstairs, right?" Qiao Muyun straightforwardly replied.
With his words, a subtle change in expression, Uncle Ye seemed surprised. Does he still not know...
From Uncle Ye’s expression, Qiao Muyun sensitively sensed something.
"Did something happen? What’s going on with Qiao Junlie?" Qiao Muyun asked urgently. At this critical moment, nothing could go wrong.
"Actually, it’s nothing... But the Young Master hasn’t been back at all." Uncle Ye said.
"Uh, what does this mean? Could it be the brother claiming to love Zi Ruoxi has had a change of heart so quickly? Impossible! Damn it!
Qiao Muyun felt instantly unhappy, face sinking.
Seeing Qiao Muyun’s worry, Uncle Ye’s lips moved calmly.
"Young Master Qiao Muyun, you’ve misunderstood, the Young Master has been staying in the Caesar Building’s president’s office all along. If you go now, he should still be there." Uncle Ye said slowly.
Qiao Muyun sighed inwardly, said nothing, and was about to turn to leave. But Uncle Ye called from behind.
"Wait." Uncle Ye intervened.
Qiao Muyun turned his face back, showing confusion.
"Young Master Qiao Muyun, you and the Young Master are brothers I’ve watched grow from the start. You of the same root, same ancestry. It’s not my place to say, but Uncle Ye today has to say a bit more..." Uncle Ye seriously said, gleaming with wisdom from wrinkles around the sharp eyes.
"Uncle Ye..." Qiao Muyun found it difficult to articulate. Actually, he knew even if others didn’t say, so why must...
Uncle Ye’s seasoned eyes see through intentions. Yet saying and withholding some words are different. This concerns the interests of Caesar Fei Manor, especially now with Qiao Junlie’s downturn, the ruin of a renowned designer, again a celebrity’s death, from disfigurement to death, it’s sealed news, but such impact, paper can’t cover the fire.