Chapter Seventeen

In front of the house, at some unknown time, a sign had been erected—a violet-shaped plaque, with "Blue Moon Pavilion" engraved at the heart of the flower.

Ying Yue's eyes grew hot, her nose tingled, "Xi, how could I ever deserve..." Unable to hold back any longer, tears streamed down her cheeks.

Yu Wenxi panicked, fumbling for a handkerchief to gently wipe her tears. "Ying Yue, I did all this to make you happy, not to make you cry!"

Seeing this man, usually so composed and methodical, flustered by her tears, Ying Yue broke into laughter through her sobs. "I am very happy."

Under the warm morning sun, their smiles bloomed like flowers.

Hand in hand, they stepped into the Blue Moon Pavilion. Everything before them was as clean and tidy as it had been on their first visit, yet Ying Yue sensed an inexplicable touch of sorrow. She shook her head lightly to dispel those bothersome thoughts and said cheerfully, "Xi, let's stay here for a few days, shall we?" With a girlish coyness rarely shown before Yu Wenxi, she swept him into her radiant smile, leaving him utterly captivated. He gazed at her, enraptured, and replied with deep affection, "Yes." His tone was resolute, as if declaring a wedding vow. Ying Yue's heart trembled, caught in the web of love Yu Wenxi had woven for her, tightly entwined.

Ying Yue nestled into the warm embrace that had awaited her for so long, unwilling to part.

A wave of tranquility washed over her. Perhaps this was the best possible outcome...

So let it be...

Her delicate face nestled in Yu Wenxi's arms, she smiled softly...

"Hello?" Yu Wenxi answered the phone. "What? How could you be so careless? All right, I understand."

Yu Wenxi set the phone down with a grave expression, looking at Ying Yue, hesitant to speak.

Ying Yue looked up at him, silent since ending the call. "What's wrong?" Her gentle voice instantly lifted the gloom in his heart.

Yu Wenxi spoke with some embarrassment, "I promised to stay home with you, but..." He paused, "there's something at the company that needs me to handle personally."

She curved her lips into a gentle smile. "Go ahead, I'll wait for your return." Yu Wenxi gazed quietly at her soft smile, his own lips curling in joy, like a youth newly awakened to love.

Yu Wen Tower

In the spacious, bright office, Yu Wenxi frowned, his fingers tapping the desk absentmindedly. Two men stood before his desk, clearly anxious. "M-Mr. Yu," one stammered. As he spoke, beads of sweat formed on his forehead. "Are you saying that while I was away from the company, shares were being secretly and systematically bought up, and you only noticed after someone had acquired ten percent?"

A sharp, hawk-like gaze pierced him. The man shuddered. "Y-yes, that's correct."

Yu Wenxi fell into silent contemplation. The men before him furtively glanced up and, seeing his expression, dared not utter a word. Time passed in silence before Yu Wenxi's tightly knit brow relaxed, an enigmatic smile appearing at the corners of his mouth. He looked up slowly and swept his eyes over his subordinates. "You may go."

"Yes, sir." Relieved, they departed quickly.

Turning to the window, his smile deepened. Interesting. He was curious to see just who dared to set their sights on Yu Wenxi.

The warm sunset quietly bathed the petite figure curled on the sofa, as if she were surrounded by a gentle halo, serene as an angel in slumber. Yu Wenxi entered in the evening to find this tranquil scene—so calm it might pass unnoticed, yet his eyes grew red, his nose tingling, warmed and moved.

The scene that had appeared countless times in his dreams was now clear before him. He gently stroked the strands of hair warmed by the sunlight. His heart was filled with warmth.