The ship had already sailed far from the shore, and as Mo Shu reached the deck, she could hear the sound of the waves crashing.
It was getting late, and the sea breeze brought with it chills.
Ji Nan silently and considerately draped a fur shawl over Mo Shu’s shoulders that she had prepared earlier.
Mo Shu’s heart felt a touch of warmth. She glanced at Ji Nan and asked in a soft voice, "Cold?"
Ji Nan was momentarily stunned before realizing the question was for her. With a ripple in her heart, she looked down and said, "Not cold."
Mo Shu then withdrew her gaze and walked forward.
As soon as Mo Shu stepped out, she attracted various gazes.
At such events, beautiful women were never in short supply, but the aura that Mo Shu exuded was not something just anyone could possess.
Together with the several bodyguards following her, it was evident that she was from a noble family.
Though Mo Shu dressed in a reserved and cold elegance, her face clearly showed she was young, likely the daughter of some household.
Many people eyed Mo Shu with eagerness, and finally, someone could not help but come forward with a smile to face her.
Mo Shu saw this person and raised her eyebrows slightly.
The man held a wine glass and was dressed in an appropriately meticulous manner. Though his looks were only above average, he had a certain charm about him and appeared gallant. "Hello, I’m Ou Feng from Renya Group. Miss, there’s a question I’d like to ask you." The source of this content ɪs Nove1Fire.net
Renya Group, a well-known clothing brand from Yunzhou, was high-end and had been quite popular in recent years.
This Ou Feng was also a playboy often seen in gossip headlines.
Mo Shu had some impression of him, and with an air of composure, she looked at him with a hint of amusement and said, "Ask."
Ou Feng showed his most handsome smile, full of passion, and said, "A box for a ring is called a ring box, do you know what a box that fits both you and me is called?"
As he spoke, he attempted to step closer but was stopped by Ji Biao.
Mo Shu replied, "A cremation urn?"
Ou Feng just laughed more affectionately and said warmly, "It’s a match made in heaven."
People around them all laughed out loud. Mo Shu, hearing this for the first time, smiled faintly.
Ou Feng then earnestly said again, "You are so perfect, there’s just one flaw."
Mo Shu raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"
Ou Feng continued passionately, "You’re missing me."
Mo Shu laughed softly, ready to speak, when a cold sneer reached her ears.
The voice was cold and disdainful, and before Mo Shu could turn around, she felt a tight grip around her waist.
Familiarity surged into her nostrils, and, taken aback, she looked up to see a fierce and wild look above her head.
Those eyes were like a dazzling starry sky, vast and beautiful, and Mo Shu felt as if she were being drawn into them, momentarily lost.
Yu Siqiao’s lips curled with a hint of mockery, "I never realized you had such potential?"
With that remark, all the beauty was stripped back to its barest form. Mo Shu frowned and slapped the hand on her waist, "Let go!"
Yu Siqiao, however, embraced her even tighter, pulled her in front of himself for all to see, and laid her against his chest. His sharp gaze, like a blade, fell sternly upon Ou Feng, and he sneered coldly, "What is this? Daring to approach my person?"
Mo Shu’s face darkened, "Who is your person, let go!"
Ou Feng’s expression changed slightly, but he quickly resumed his suave and debonair smile. "So she’s Young Master Yu’s person. No wonder she’s so stunning. But I’ve heard that Young Master Yu is already engaged, and the fiancée is the precious Princess of the Mo Family. Is this... an affair?"