Chapter 1: Chapter 1: You dumped me, so why are you thinking of me? Chapter 1: Chapter 1: You dumped me, so why are you thinking of me? âI heard Miss Zhangâs first love is still around, yet I, unclean in body and mind, are you sure you want to proceed with this blind date?â
Mo Chenâs eyes narrowed slightly, his demeanor regal and detached, even edged with a hint of cruelty.
The womanâs expression froze instantly: âMr. Moâ¦canât you forget your ex-girlfriend? Sheâs been gone for two years.â
A layer of frost seemed to cloak his handsome features as he replied in a heavy voice, âIt has nothing to do with time.â
Tricked into attending a blind date?
Very well!
Letâs see how he deals with these people when he gets back.
The womanâs complexion turned slightly pale as she picked up her glass of lemonade and took a sip: âWhat if I said I could wait for you?â
âOh, I forgot to tell you, Iâm already âuseless.'â Mo Chenâs expression remained calm, his voice deep and indifferent.
The woman looked shocked: âWhatâ¦what do you mean?â
âExactly what youâre thinking, âincapable of human connection.'â He scoffed, his dark eyes filled with indifference.
The woman was rendered speechless.
Suddenly, a sweet and clear voice broke into the awkward atmosphere: âMiss, you might as well give up. He doesnât like you. Let me do it.â
This familiar voiceâ¦
Had been silent in his world for two years.
The moment Mo Chen looked down, his body stiffened, and the decayed heart in his chest seemed to gradually regain its beat.
Turbulent currents churned in his eyes, his handsome face taut.
When he suddenly looked up, it was as if he had seen a ghost.
Qiao Ruoxin had returnedâ¦
That proud figure was like a blazing light rushing into his vision, stinging his eyes.
âWho are you?â the woman asked.
Qiao Ruoxin smiled slightly, her doe-like eyes innocent and clear: âMe? Iâm his ex-girlfriend. Heâs just humoring you. Canât you tell? Donât waste your time on him. You deserve better.â
The woman looked at the stunning face before her, annoyed: âAre you playing a joke on me?â She stood up, grabbed her bag, and left in a huff.
Qiao Ruoxin chuckled lightly, took a seat, and watched the man opposite her.
Their eyes met, electric, the air thickening with an odd tension.
Mo Chen stared intensely at her. Was this an illusion? It must be an illusionâ¦
Qiao Ruoxin was wearing a Hepburn-style little black dress, her wavy hair cascading romantically and gently to her waist. Her makeup was delicate, her cherry lips rosy, with a graceful figure and a pair of slender, straight legs that were hard to look away from.
âMo Chen, did you miss me that much?â Qiao Ruoxin propped her little face with her hands, her voice soft and delicate.
The restaurant was quiet and elegant, the lighting dim and intimate, their gazes indistinct.
Upon hearing her voice, Mo Chen paused, then let out a disdainful cold laugh, his voice husky to the extreme: âQiao Ruoxin, you dare to come back to see me.â
His long fingers under the table clenched into a fist, knuckles cracking.
He picked up his phone and opened the WeChat group with his brothers, sending a message: [Need a few people to hold me back, sheâs back.]
Qiao Ruoxin blinked: âI missed you too, so I came back.â
Mo Chen laughed lowly, his mirth filled with mockery: âHow much did you miss me?â
âA lot, a lot. I thought about you every day.â
His phone almost bent from the force of his grip, and he felt himself on the verge of losing control, pressing his lips tightly together.
Every part of his body ached, the pain spreading to his limbs.
âIt was you who dumped me, why would you think of me?â Mo Chen stared at her as if she might evaporate from the Human World the next second.
Qiao Ruoxinâs eyes flickered thoughtfully, as if considering: âHmmâ¦the events from two years ago are too complicated, I canât explain in a word or two, Iâll tell you later.â
The next second!
With a âslam,â the manâs hands fiercely struck the table, giving off a violent noise. He abruptly stood up, glowering at Qiao Ruoxin across from him, ready to burst.