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Rong Hai personally supported Rong Yuqiao back to her room, his face filled with anger.
“Dad, why are you so unhappy?” Rong Yuqiao took the silver coffee cup handed to her by the maid, allowing the rich aroma of coffee to waft around her, a smug smile on her lips. “Aren't you happy? I'm about to marry Lin Gege. At that time, I will have the person I love, and you will also have the greatest political backing in Northeast China, right?”
“Shut up!” Rong Hai shouted furiously. “If you use such means to get him, what’s the point?!”
Rong Yuqiao scoffed lightly, her dark eyes glancing around. “Do you think I have any other way to get him?!”
“Yuqiao.” Rong Hai looked at her quietly. He had pampered her since she was little, shielding her from any hardships, but now it seemed that was not necessarily a good thing. “Even if you get him like this, you will lose him immediately!”
Rong Yuqiao tightened her grip on the coffee cup, her pale fingertips turning cold. The warm coffee had cooled significantly. She raised her eyes and glared at him. “Get out! If it weren't for you stopping me from finding Lin Gege back then, how would he have met Cheng Mo Su! How would I have become like this! It's all your fault! Get out!”
With a loud crash, the coffee cup hit the ground due to the tremor in the air and shattered into pieces. Rong Yuqiao covered her face in disbelief as she looked at her father, who had hardly ever spoken harshly to her.
“Remember this! I am your father; as long as you live, you cannot speak to me like this!” Rong Hai's palm burned with pain; this was the first time he had hit his daughter. Watching her become increasingly self-destructive made him truly feel frustrated. If hitting her could wake her up, he wouldn't mind doing it again.
Feng Province experienced its first rain of spring.
Cheng Mo Su slowly broke into a smile. Although she had never liked rain since childhood, after a long absence, she found herself missing it. Delicate hands pushed open the window, watching raindrops hit the muddy ground and fall on the apricot blossoms. She smiled slightly, leaning against the window frame as a few refreshing drops fell on her back; it truly felt like the rain on apricot blossoms that dampens clothes and a gentle breeze that doesn't chill the willow.
“Mo Su, what are you doing?” Shangguan Shaoyi returned home and saw her sitting by the window enjoying the breeze. Annoyed, he reached out without thinking and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulling her into the room. “If you're not feeling well, don't get caught in the rain.” He closed the window, but the rain grew heavier outside, pattering against the glass with a clattering sound.
Cheng Mo Su quietly looked at him, a pure smile gracing her lips. “I won’t get sick just from being in the rain.”
“I said no means no.” Shangguan Shaoyi ruffled her hair, his domineering tone softened by tenderness. She wore a light smile on her lips and hadn't yet responded when she felt a cool sensation around her neck. Lowering her gaze slightly, she saw a string of pearl necklaces resting against her neck—round and smooth, pure white and translucent.
She reached out and held his hand, asking, "This..."
"It's a gift for you. Do you like it?" Shangguan Shaoyi's bright gaze fell upon her, like the gentlest sunlight in winter, bringing a sense of tranquility and comfort from deep within. She nodded, puzzled as to why he suddenly gave her a gift.
Shangguan Shaoyi smiled and explained, "Back when we were at Cheng Residence, it was your birthday. I remember that day was the first snowfall of Shanghai's winter. Your cheeks were rosy from the cold, but your smile was like that of a child. At that moment, I thought how wonderful it would be to give you a gift."
He paused for a moment, slowly leaning down to press his forehead against her delicate brow. "At that time, I faced many restrictions, but now I can do this without hesitation."
A warmth blossomed in her heart, and she unconsciously closed her eyes, her face blooming like a peach blossom, her lips resembling roses.
After a long while, he released her. She smiled slightly and reached for a poetry collection beside her. Her eyes were clear and bright, the blush on her cheeks still lingering. "You didn't come back yesterday; did you not sleep all night? You should rest quickly; I want to read as well."
Shangguan Shaoyi smiled gently and glanced at the poetry book in her hand. "Do you have a favorite poem?"
"I have one that I really like." Cheng Mo Su's long eyelashes cast shadows on her fair skin, the corners of her lips hinting at a smile. Her voice was warm and soft, flowing into his heart like water. "It's a poem by Yeats, 'When You Are Old.'"
"This poem resonates with me deeply as well." Shangguan Shaoyi's handsome face was sincere. "The translated version is also quite good."
"Is it?" Cheng Mo Su became interested. "I've only read the original English version; please tell me about the translated version."
Shangguan Shaoyi smiled slightly, his gaze resting on her expectant profile. His eyes were filled with utmost seriousness as he recited the poem, as if speaking directly to her. His voice was steady and gentle, like the soft strains of a violin: "When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read it through, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep. How many loved your moments of glad grace, and loved your beauty with love false or true; but one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, and loved the sorrows of your changing face; and bending to the glowing bars, murmur, 'Remember me when I am gone away.'"
Cheng Mo Su's slender fingers lingered on the cover of the poetry book, tears glistening in her watery eyes. "Yeats pursued her repeatedly, but she rejected him time after time. Yet he remained steadfast in his devotion. If all love in this world could be elevated to such heights, how wonderful that would be."
"You see, you're being sentimental again." Shangguan Shaoyi tapped her nose. Her eyelashes were damp with unshed tears, making him feel as soft as a feather, both in body and heart. "I'm not a great writer, nor do I have such delicate skills, but my heart is the same as his."
Cheng Mo was momentarily stunned, then smiled lightly. The blush on her face returned, and her heart leaped with joy as she playfully scolded, "You're just talking nonsense."
"Young Master." Xiao Jing knocked on the door from outside. "Mr. Rong has arrived and says it's urgent."
"Alright." Shangguan Shaoyi replied reluctantly as he stepped away from Cheng Mo. "I'll go take a look."
"Is it Miss Rong's father?" Cheng Mo asked.
Shangguan Shaoyi nodded and was about to leave when a soft little hand firmly grabbed his sleeve. Cheng Mo felt anxious and softly said, "I'll go with you."
The two walked hand in hand into the hall, where Rong Hai appeared anxious. In Shangguan Shaoyi's memory, Uncle Rong had always been cheerful and unbothered by fame or disgrace; why was he so frantic today? He hurriedly approached and asked, "Uncle Rong, what happened?"
"Is Yu Qiao with you?" Rong Hai disregarded everything else and grabbed Shangguan Shaoyi's arm.
"Yu Qiao? She's not here. Why? Is she not at home?" Shangguan Shaoyi felt a sense of foreboding.
"Ah! She's not! It's my fault! We had a bit of an argument this morning, and I slapped her. She probably left home in a huff. But thinking about her current mental state makes me extremely worried. I've urgently contacted the police in Feng Province to help search for her, but there's still no news!" Rong Hai was so anxious he was pacing back and forth. "I came here hoping to find her with you. Where could she have gone?"
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