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Cheng Mo Su Mian lay weakly under the blanket, her cheeks as pale as jade and snow, marked by clear tear stains. Her petite head burrowed deeper into the pillow, suffocating herself, while the tears soaked into the pillow like a tide, transparently swallowing the pure white, with sadness overshadowing helplessness.
"What on earth did I say..." she murmured softly. Just moments ago, she had clearly seen the anger and sorrow in her father's eyes. Suddenly, she recalled a saying she learned in childhood: harsh words can hurt like a cold June. But the person she hurt was her father!
It turned out that language is the cruelest devil...
Outside the door, there was a gentle knocking, barely audible if one didn't listen closely.
"Su Er." Cheng Yi had regained his calm. He knew his daughter was still awake. "I didn't expect you to know about these matters. I always thought you were unaware; it seems I have been overly clever..."
A dead silence ensued. He could not fathom Cheng Mo Su's intertwined feelings at that moment, nor could he see the sorrow and helplessness in her eyes. He paused for a moment, transforming past events into monotonous words, with sorrow hidden within his calm tone. "Years ago, I went abroad to study and fell in love with a female student who was also going. I wanted to marry her, but my parents opposed it vehemently. I didn’t listen and insisted on being with her. Later, she became pregnant and gave birth to a child but refused to return to my country with me. After I returned home, I met your mother, and that was when I realized what true love is. You know what happened afterward..."
"Dad..." Her delicate wrist touched the cold door. The father and daughter were separated by just a door, yet their hearts felt centuries apart. She remained silent for a moment, her dark hair covering her fair cheek. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said that. But you are tearing me apart."
His hand rested against the door; he could easily push it open and enter, yet he hesitated for a long while before finally retracting his palm.
A night passed in silence.
Early in the morning, when she finally stepped out of her room, she saw two men in black standing like pillars at the entrance, rooted to the floor. She pondered for a moment and asked, "Where's my dad?"
"Sir is downstairs having tea."
She lightly descended the stairs while the two men in black followed behind without changing expression, becoming her shadows. She paid them no mind and focused her gaze on her father. Cheng Yi noticed her too; he was momentarily stunned and called her over to sit.
"You look much better," Cheng Yi observed carefully.
Cheng Mo Su smiled faintly and simply replied, "Really?" Silence lingered between them; those who were once closest now felt increasingly distant due to differing opinions. People always hurt each other and vent their anger on one another; this never changes regardless of closeness or distance. She glanced out the window where Apricot Blossom petals drifted down, and wherever her gaze landed was a scene of desolate beauty.
A soft and gentle knocking sound came from outside the door, causing ripples in her quiet eyes as she looked toward the antique door.
Feng Yin hurriedly opened the door and was momentarily taken aback upon seeing the visitor, looking at Cheng Yi in confusion. Cheng Yi leaned out, a serious expression on his face but with a hint of a smile, "Zhong Chuping, you're here. Please come in."
"Director Cheng, I'm about the same age as Miss Cheng, so please don't call me 'Diplomat' anymore. It sounds quite awkward. Just call me Zhong Chuping," he said, extending his hand with a carefully selected gift and a slight smile.
Cheng Yi naturally understood that Zhong Chuping had come to visit for a specific purpose. He accepted the gift and handed it to Feng Yin, instructing her to cherish it well before welcoming Zhong Chuping inside. "In that case, Zhong Chuping, you don't need to call me 'Director' either; just call me Uncle Cheng."
"Sure," Zhong Chuping replied with a smile, his gaze drifting over to Cheng Mo Su at the dining table. Today, Cheng Mo Su appeared to be in a bad mood, quietly eating her meal. The moonlight highlighted her skin like jade, but her watery eyes had lost the sparkle they had just a few days ago, making one reluctant to disturb her.
Cheng Yi led him to the dining table and patted his shoulder. "You haven't had tea yet, have you? I'll ask Feng Yin to prepare another serving; you should stay and eat a bit."
Zhong Chuping wore a warm smile like a spring breeze, his gaze subtly lingering on Cheng Mo Su's serene profile as he said, "Well... I wouldn't want to impose."
"What's there to be shy about?" Cheng Yi waved his hand. "Feng Yin, go get another set of utensils."
Zhong Chuping maintained the characteristic smile of a diplomat as he adjusted his bowtie. "Then I will graciously accept." His gaze finally settled openly on Cheng Mo Su, who smiled gently but remained indifferent in tone. "I'm full; I'm going back to my room to rest. Mr. Zhong, Dad, enjoy your meal."
Her departure made him feel somewhat anxious, and he quickly stood up. "Miss Cheng, to be honest, I came here specifically to visit you; I..."
Cheng Yi knowingly smiled and turned to go upstairs. As his figure gradually faded from view, Zhong Chuping continued, "Actually, I was captivated by you at first sight and hope to marry you someday. May I ask how you feel about that?"
Cheng Mo Su was slightly taken aback and turned her bright eyes toward him in disbelief. "But Mr. Zhong, we have only met once; you don't know me at all. How can you say such irresponsible things about marrying me?"
"Well..." Zhong Chuping was momentarily speechless before this calm woman but quickly adjusted himself due to his diplomatic experience. "Your father is a valued talent in the Southern Government; naturally, he wouldn't raise an inferior offspring."
Cheng Mo Su couldn't help but chuckle softly, her sparkling eyes wide open. "So it's because of my father... Why not just marry my dad directly then?"
Zhong Chuping stared at her blankly, unable to grasp her emotional fluctuations. Although he had been in diplomacy for several years, women like Cheng Mo Su were truly hard for him to understand.
Cheng Mo Su's lips curled into a faint smile as she lightly brushed her eyelashes. "I appreciate your affection, Mr. Zhong, but unfortunately, I already have someone I admire deeply and will not marry anyone else. You should seek someone else."
"Does your father agree?" he hurriedly asked.
Cheng Mosu paused slightly, suppressing her sadness, and smiled calmly, "Not yet."
"That's good then." Zhong Chuping's white teeth sparkled in the sunlight, and the smile in his eyes radiated a different kind of brilliance. His black-and-white eyes curved into a beautiful arc as he stepped up the stairs, but then as if remembering something, he turned to her and said, "I will ask your father to agree to my proposal."
Cheng Mosu's heart tightened. How could Zhong Chuping be so unreasonable? She quickly chased after him. At this moment, Zhong Chuping had already pushed open Cheng Yi's door and eagerly explained his intentions.
Cheng Yi set down his pipe, his brows furrowing slightly, and softly said to Cheng Mosu, "Mosu, you go out first. I need to talk to Zhong Chuping alone."
No matter how they talked, she would never marry anyone other than Shaoyi. She nodded lightly and stepped outside, closing the door.
Cheng Yi coughed lightly twice, while Zhong Chuping smiled slightly, his eyes shining brightly. After pondering for a moment, Cheng Yi finally spoke, "Actually, Zhong Chuping, you know that I have considerable grievances with the Zhu Family."
Zhong Chuping nodded knowingly; reading people was his strong suit. Without hesitation, he replied, "Uncle Cheng, don't worry. Once Miss Cheng marries me, we will become in-laws. I still have some say in front of General Jiang. The commander has always valued talents from America and has long looked down on the Zhu Family. At that time, I just need to hint at it indirectly, and Uncle Cheng will definitely be able to hold all the wealth of the south and secure a higher position."
Cheng Yi smiled up at him, smoke curling gently from his pipe, adding a touch of languor to the air. "Zhong Chuping, I appreciate your intentions. I only have this one daughter; if I marry her off to you, you must treat her wholeheartedly."
Zhong Chuping felt a surge of excitement in his heart and quickly grasped Cheng Yi's hand. "Yes! I will definitely take good care of Miss Cheng, Father-in-law."
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