Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Being an ex-model, she had a superb figure with beautiful, slender legs, so she naturally looked good in whatever clothes she wore.
âTurn around.â
The young lady shyly spun around on her heels, earning a satisfied nod from her beau.
âAlright, weâll take this piece. Go let the staff pack it!â
âB-But this dress costs more than ninety thousand yuan!â
When she first saw the price tag, she rubbed her eyes repeatedly to make sure that she was not seeing it wrongly; her happiness even immediately deflated at the thought that she had to starve herself for at least a year to buy such a dress, even on the monthly salary of six thousand yuan.
âWeâll take it,â said Mu Yancheng generously as he took out his card to make payment.
The retail staff, thus, proceeded to swipe his card, pack the dress into a bag, and handed it to him.
The puzzled woman could not help but find her boyfriendâs expression looking off, for he did not appear to feel the slightest heartache over spending tens of thousand yuan.
That dress costs almost a hundred thousand, yet he doesnât even frown at the price?
Back then, she had no idea that this amount of money was peanuts to a scion like him.
âMm! Itâs your birthday gift.â His gaze was soft and gentle as he passed the bag to her.
Meng Qingxue, who was practically on cloud nine by then, felt somewhat incredulous. In her excitement, she jumped into his arms like a little kid and was unable to hide the glee in her face.
âThank you!â Her face flushed in contentment and bliss as she kissed the man on the cheek.
That satisfied expression became an indelible memory to him, and it was only then that he realized that happiness could actually be bought with money.
...
âHow is it, Yancheng?â asked Song Enya rather impatiently. âYouâve been staring at me for a long time; does it look good on me?â
Her disgruntled voice pulled the man out of his reverie at once; he retracted his gaze while giving a clumsy nod. âYeah... not bad.â
âThat means itâs just average! Iâll go select another one.â
She then busied herself with the gown selection, but the manâs gaze never returned to her.
Each was consumed in their thoughts for the rest of this session.
Upon reaching home, the rich missy did not bother showing her mother the gown she selected. Instead, she ran up to the stairs and entered her room to return the earlier call.
The moment the call connected, she anxiously asked, âAre you sure youâve got her precise location?â
âMeng Qingxue, nineteen years old. Sheâs at the start of her second trimester of pregnancy and currently based in Yan Cityâs Black Dragon Pool Village.â
âYan City?â
âItâs a remote city which is quite far away from the capital, so itâs taken us a lot of turns before finally finding the place. Iâm guessing that she wants to give birth to the child secretly in a remote town.â
She mumbled the cityâs name to herself several times, only to realize with a start that it sounded the same as her fiancéâs name.
Yan City, Yancheng...
Did that woman go there on purpose? She ultimately just couldnât give up on him, could she?
âDidnât you say that sheâs accompanied by another woman during the hospital checkup? Whoâs the woman?â
âUh... We tried looking into her background, but all we learned is that sheâs working at a police station. Thereâs no clue on what relationship she has with Meng Qingxue.â
âHowâs that possible?â
âHer information came up blank. We canât even trace her identification number.â
â...What?â