Mr. Mo Yichen, what do you have to say about the opening of your new entertainment company?"
"Mr. Mo Yichen, what other businesses are you planning to invest in?"
"Mr. Mo Yichen!"
Reporters surged forward, microphones stretched out in every direction as they surrounded Mo Yichen the moment he stepped out of the newly opened entertainment building. His bodyguards quickly formed a protective barrier around him, keeping the chaotic crowd at bay while his assistant followed closely behind.
Mo Yichen walked forward with an overwhelming presence, his expression cold and unreadable. His sharp features, perfectly styled black hair, and well-defined jawline made him stand out effortlessly. People often called him the most handsome man in Asia, and no one dared to disagree.
Women admired him from afar, drawn to his looks, his wealth, and his power, yet no one had ever truly gotten close to him. He never associated with women, never showed warmth, and never smiled, he was like untouchable.
"Mr. Mo Yichen, I heard you're getting engaged to Miss Hu Yuelin!"
The sudden question cut through the noise and Mo Yichen stopped walking
The entire atmosphere froze instantly.
Slowly, he turned his head toward the reporter who had spoken. His gaze was cold, so cold it made the man's body stiffen on the spot.
"Where did you hear that from?" he asked, his voice low and controlled. Silence fell everywhere.
The reporter swallowed hard, his hands trembling. "I… it was… the—"
"YunShang Media," Mo Yichen interrupted, his eyes flicking briefly to the man's ID card.
The reporter's face turned pale. He immediately dropped to his knees.
"I was paid to say it! Please forgive me... I didn't mean any harm!"
Mo Yichen had already figured that much. He said nothing more, only giving a slight nod.
The reporter understood instantly. Relief washed over him as he stood up shakily.
"Thank you, sir… thank you so much…"
Sweat dripped down his face as he stepped back, realizing just how close he had come to losing everything and destroying the small News Agency he worked for because of his greed. The other reporters stood frozen, not daring to ask another question.
Mo Yichen simply turned and continued walking, as if nothing had happened.
*****
Wen Mianmian finally arrived at Star Pulse Entertainment in a taxi.
She had managed to fix her appearance a little in the taxi using the makeup in her bag, making her look more presentable, though her shirt was still slightly crumpled with a faint stain that refused to disappear.
As she stepped out, her eyes immediately caught the large crowd ahead.
Reporters. Cameras. Bodyguards. And at the center of it all. The CEO Mo Yichen.
Even from behind, she could tell it was him. His tall figure and commanding presence made him impossible to miss as he walked toward his car, surrounded by security.
"Oh no…" Mianmian muttered under her breath, gripping the strap of her bag tightly.
"I have to meet him before he leaves."
Without thinking twice, she started running toward him.
Her heart pounded as she pushed through the crowd, trying to get closer. Just a little closer
But then her left foot suddenly twisted inward and itt hit her right foot.
And in the next second, she stumbled forward and dropped to her knees…
Right beside Mo Yichen.
Oh my God. Not again. 😩