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Ye Wei and Shiyi were downstairs with Sen Sen building their relationship when suddenly, Mo Chen came rushing down like a rocket, hopping into his sports car and speeding out of the Mo Castle. Ye Wei and Shiyi stared in disbelief; it was rare to see Mo Chen losing his composure like this, leaving without even saying where he was going Where did he go When they called Mo Chen, he didn't answer the phone, which left Shiyi puzzled.

Kaka whistled, "He must be looking for Sen Sen's mom."

Sen Sen furrowed his brow, mouth opening and closing as if trying to say something but couldn't find the words. He looked very conflicted and was seriously contemplating something by the side.

Milan

Avril had been busy attending meetings these days, all of them were trivial company meetings. As the Chief Designer for this top brand for three years under the pseudonym Lisa, she never appeared in public or at the office, leaving everyone curious about who this designer was. Avril merely satisfied people's curiosity but did not actually participate in these tedious meetings. Everyone was surprised to learn that the fashion world sensation designer Lisa was such a young girl; one could call her a prodigious designer. Over the past two days of meetings, Avril listened to countless compliments and mostly smiled mysteriously without speaking.

The fashion show will be held tomorrow night, and Avril first attended PW's annual banquet. As the Chief Designer who was so mysterious and youthful with beauty to boot, she naturally attracted many talented young men's attention. She was treated like a celebrity in the banquet hall but had little interest in it. She was someone who would rather be alone than settle for anything less than perfect; if she didn't fancy a man, she wouldn't bother talking much with him, so people perceived her as aloof.

She was an A-list designer, and such big brands inevitably have some quirks that others might find off-putting. Avril's slightly aloof demeanor only made people chuckle without affecting how they saw her as a goddess in their hearts.

After meeting with PW's top management, she had a few sips of red wine and then found an excuse to take some fresh air outside. She called John, who directly forwarded the call to Sen Sen. Sen Sen turned on his video call to chat with Avril; since his background looked odd, Avril asked him where he was, and Sen Sen pointed around as if indicating he was outdoors. Avril didn't ask further but told him to sleep early and rest well, and if he felt bored, let John take him out for some fun. Sen Sen nodded.

They didn’t talk much before hanging up the call. When Avril turned back, she saw a dashing man in a white tuxedo approaching her hand-in-hand with a glass of red wine, smiling irresistibly and exuding charm.

In Avril's impression, Germany and Italy were known for producing handsome men; everywhere you looked, there were charming guys. The Italian man before her had dark hair, brown eyes, deep-set features, and was extremely handsome, a true heartthrob.

Avril had a good memory and quickly recalled that he was the director of PW's design department, also the nephew of the company president, making him something of royalty. With his substantial wealth and influence in business circles, there was an undeniable aura of leadership about this man.

Avril smiled slightly as Mr. Bernard said, "I have long admired your work, Miss Lisa; I am a loyal fan."

"It's my honor," Avril noted the details and immediately recognized that he was wearing one of Lisa’s classic men's suits. This was somewhat strange; almost all the men present, especially senior executives, were dressed in clothes designed by their chief designer. It wasn't clear whether this was to welcome him or if PW placed special emphasis on promoting its brand.

The line of gentlemen standing together in the same brand looked quite pleasing to the eye, particularly with these classic styles that showcased exquisite craftsmanship and dazzled the eyes.

They talked politely about PW's design style, her recent works, whether she had considered working at headquarters, and if this trip was for tourism or permanent residence. Mr. Bernard spoke appropriately and courteously without being intrusive; he also expressed admiration and respect in his words, to which Avril felt somewhat uncomfortable and modest.

Through their exchanges, they quickly became warm acquaintances. Avril generally liked gentlemen and held this man in high regard due to the news about him leading a clean personal life with excellent morals—something she admired.

"Miss Lisa, would you do me the honor of dancing" Bernard asked.

Avril smiled lightly, "Please call me Avril."

She placed her hand in his; Bernard nodded and led her into the ballroom dance floor.

In the center, a dozen couples were dancing. Avril and Bernard clearly stood out as the most eye-catching pair. He was handsome and noble while she was beautiful and elegant, making them quite a match. The PW president couldn't stop smiling.

When Mo Chen arrived at the ball, he immediately searched for his target and soon spotted Avril in the dance area. Calming the racing heartbeat from running, he narrowed his eyes sharply to focus on Avril...

She seems different.

The year he met her, they were all still very young. He was sixteen years old and just starting to feel romantic attraction; she was eleven, naive and innocent. They had barely spent a month together before he fell for this little girl without knowing why. He liked her bewildered eyes, her confusion, the way she would listen intently with sparkling eyes as he told stories, how sympathetic she'd be towards stray cats by taking them home… He loved everything about her. It was like an obsession; he had fallen deeply in love with a child, and it made him feel that he might have pedophilia.

But he never felt such affection for any other girl. At the time, he thought to himself: “This is the one.” She would be his wife someday.

From then on, no other woman could compare to her; whether you call it stubbornness or being captivated by that period of their lives, he was fixated on her and silently waited for her for so many years—almost ten years.

Avril’s age matched hers, as did her appearance. When he saw Avril's photo online, it felt like a bolt from the blue. Though girls change over time, there were still similarities: the eyes, lips, and facial structure were quite alike. Considering her age and that she had studied for a year at the university mentioned by her back then, he was almost certain this was his decade-long search.

The girl who told him her name was Baby.

This is my precious one.

But when she said she liked fashion and had an unusual talent for it since childhood—being a child prodigy, too—and that she would study at the University of Milan's fashion department, Avril back then chose economics.

In his foolishness, he spent a year studying in the fashion department, which was entirely foreign to him. No wonder he hadn't found her.

Mocheng stood by like an excellent hunter, admiring his girl. She had always been a beauty-in-the-making and now she shone brightly indeed; there was no doubt about it. Avril wore an orange evening gown today, looking regal and elegant as a princess.

With a smile, Mocheng thought: “She is, after all, a princess.”

Never would I have imagined that the confused and wild-looking young girl from back then would change so much. Back then, she was extremely disoriented, barely able to take care of herself, forgetful, and clumsy. Although her demeanor was undoubtedly outstanding when she wasn't speaking—clearly a child with noble origins and exceptional upbringing—the moment she opened her mouth, it all fell apart; she was confused and brusque, like a little kitten with sharp claws...

It turns out that the girl he liked had given birth to a son. This thought made Mo Chen's heart leap with joy.

He had so much to tell her but didn't know where to start. So, he just watched her slowly. He was best at hunting, so she would certainly be his prey.

Averill, I see that your name is Averill.

She was chatting and laughing with Bernard on the dance floor, smiling gracefully while engaging in pleasant conversation. Mo Chen wasn't displeased for even half a moment. They hadn’t seen each other for ten years, and back then, the little girl with her high-pitched voice had no affection for him; he merely fell for her himself and wanted to wait for her until she was ready, determined not to marry anyone else. But she didn't have such feelings towards him. Now that she was grown up and so beautiful, naturally, everyone would be attracted to her, being a princess with many suitors.

Therefore, it was clear that this wasn’t her first romantic relationship nor her first intimate conversation with a boy. This must have happened before she met him again; the situation was now different.

...

From now on, only he could be her dance partner.

Averill had been feeling a burning gaze upon her all along, undeniably fixated. She wasn't unfamiliar with such looks—men who lusted after her beauty staring at her without restraint. But this man seemed somewhat surprised by the situation; his gaze made Averill feel uncomfortable. She no longer wanted to continue dancing with Bernard and politely said she wished to be alone for a moment. Bernard was gentlemanly, getting her a drink before quietly moving away.

The moment Averill stopped dancing, people started approaching her to invite her to dance again; she politely declined them all. Everyone there were gentlemen who didn’t make things difficult for her. But unexpectedly, when a waiter carrying champagne accidentally bumped into Averill, the champagne splashed onto her. Mo Chen's gaze darkened as he stepped forward among the gasps of shock, pulling Averill back by her waist. Although it was quick, some of the champagne still spilled and lightly fell upon her evening gown, though it didn't seem too serious.

The waiter, seeing the trouble he had caused, hurriedly apologized; Averill waved him off, saying that her dress wasn’t damaged significantly and no one could tell. She wasn’t bothered by it. Several people came over to ask if she was hurt, which she shook her head at and thanked them. However, when she looked up at the man who had saved her, she froze.nature cocktail called Blueberry Night instead.Su Ran’s lip twitched as he turned to Ye Feimo. The Second Young Master Ye had no expression on his face but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. S...