The elderly residents of the nursing home wore childlike, innocent smiles. Their faces were lined with wrinkles, yet they seemed happier than Xiao Die.
BR Group chairwoman Su Yue's car was parked in a corner of the nursing home. She gazed at the girl with the stubborn eyes, and was reminded of her own youth.
"Are you certain this DNA test report is accurate?"
"Chairwoman, no one would dare falsify anything against your orders."
"I've finally found my daughter. But the moment I looked at her, I felt nothing but sorrow."
"Does the chairwoman not wish to be reunited with the young miss as soon as possible?"
"Now is not the right time. I intend to use Mosheng as a chess piece—use him to the very end. Because my fortune and BR Group can only be left to my daughter, my one and only bloodline."
"What if the young master and the young miss develop unwanted feelings for each other?"
"That, too, is part of my plan."
Su Yue wore a custom-tailored embroidered qipao. Her refined and elegant aura was on full display. Yet her cold grace seemed completely out of place in this warm, human nursing home.
"Chairwoman, your phone is ringing."
Her subordinate, Uncle Liu, respectfully handed Su Yue her phone. The red phone screen symbolized a warning. The call was from her husband, Su She—the behind-the-scenes strategist of their capital empire.
"Did you find our daughter?"
"I found her. But I can't acknowledge her yet."
"Ayue, I respect every decision you make."
"You have no choice but to respect them. Because we're not husband and wife—we're business partners."
The call ended just as abruptly. It was, in its own way, an alarm that symbolized cruelty.
"Mosheng gege, who is your favorite writer?"
"I don't have a favorite writer. I don't allow myself to become too absorbed in literary creation."
"Then how can you be so sure I'll become a writer?"
"I just feel that writing can save your heart."
Near the nursing home, there was a CBD snack street. Xiao Die took Su Mosheng by the hand as they wandered around, buying all kinds of delicious food.
"Mosheng gege, this is my favorite—fried yogurt, and cold dressed rice tofu."
"I prefer sweet rice wine with glutinous rice balls."
Today truly was a happy day. It was the first time Su Mosheng had ever felt happiness. So happiness really could hold back all the sorrow and loneliness.
The snack street was steaming with warmth. The welcoming, down-to-earth bustle seemed to linger even longer as night fell.
Students getting out of evening self-study, weary office workers, and elderly couples walking hand in hand—in this world, happiness belonged not only to them. Every one of us has the right to be happy.
"Little Butterfly, have you decided which school you're applying to?"
"I'm planning to go to A City. My dream is to become the creative director at BR Group headquarters."
If that is your dream, then I will help you achieve it.
Because your existence has made me want to learn to accept happiness for myself.
They wandered for a long time before returning to the apartment building, where they ran into that pesky class president, Wen Nan, once again.
"Hey, did the two of you just come back from a love hotel? You look way too happy!"
"Wen Nan, don't slander us! Mosheng gege and I are just good friends."
"Xiao Die, say that again and ask yourself what's really in your heart. Do you even believe what you're saying?"
Xiao Die lowered her head, unwilling to let Su Mosheng see her flushed face. She knew she was lying. And she also knew he couldn't see her.
"Wen Nan, don't take out your frustrations on others just because you failed the college entrance exam. Whatever deal my mother made with you, that is no reason for you to hurt Xiao Die."