Mereka semua pria paruh baya, dan jarang ada wanita. Bahkan jika ada, itu juga wanita paruh baya. Hampir tidak ada wanita muda dan cantik selain Zheng Yan yang sudah bisa membuat nama di dunia bisnis.
Nian Xiaomu melirik sekilas, lalu duduk di tempatnya dengan sangat tenang.
Dia mulai membalik-balik rundown konferensi.
Acara pertama dalam rundown adalah pidato penyelenggara.
Sayangnya, tidak disebutkan siapa persis dari Keluarga Mo yang akan berpidato.
Apakah Mo Qian? Atau Mo Yongheng?
Awalnya Nian Xiaomu yakin itu Mo Qian, tapi setelah mendengar apa yang dikatakan Zheng Yan tadi, dia tiba-tiba berpikir bisa jadi Mo Yongheng juga.
Menurut Zheng Yan, Mo Yongheng memiliki ikatan terkuat dengan Kepala Keluarga. Namun, penerus yang saat ini dibesarkan justru Mo Qian.
Tidak masuk akal sama sekali.
Nian Xiaomu tidak mengerti situasi di Keluarga Mo, dan hanya bisa menunggu perkembangannya.
Konferensi segera dimulai.
Saat pembawa acara mengumumkan pembicaranya adalah Mo Qian, Nian Xiaomu langsung berdiri dari tempat duduknya bersama orang-orang di sekitarnya untuk bertepuk tangan.
Dari jauh, terlihat sosok tinggi yang muncul dari belakang pembawa acara dan berjalan ke sudut podium di atas panggung.
Wajahnya tegap dan jas hitamnya sangat pas di badan.
Saat dia melangkah ke panggung dengan tegap, dia memancarkan aura pria dewasa yang halus, langsung menarik perhatian semua orang.
Nian Xiaomu menatap dengan hampa pemandangan di hadapannya.
Awalnya dia hanya penasaran dengan wajah Mo Qian, tapi setelah melihat profil sampingnya saja, sekumpulan gambar pecah-pecah mulai muncul di kepalanya.
Itu terjadi di musim dingin…
… saat tanah tertutup salju.
Mendekati sore, matahari mulai mereda di ujung langit.
Tanaman di halaman sudah tertutup salju, dan cahaya keemasan matahari terbenam memantul di tanah.
Seorang wanita berjaket putih berdiri di tengah salju, tatapan lembutnya tertuju ke gerbang depan menunggu sosok familiar muncul.
Seperti biasa.
Langkah kaki pria itu tegas dan mantap, dan dia menuju ke arah wanita dengan setiap langkahnya.
Namun, di antara setiap langkah, terasa rasa cemas.
Saat dia tiba di depan wanita, dia bertanya dengan suara rendah dan dalam, "Dingin sekali di luar, kenapa keluar menunggu?"
"Aku ingin kau bisa melihatku begitu kau pulang," jawab wanita sambil tersenyum.
Suaranya manis dan lembut.
Sambil bicara, pria itu sudah dengan lembut menarik wanita ke pelukannya dan menunduk mencium dahinya.
Keduanya masuk ke ruang tamu seperti itu, tangan saling terikat erat.
Pemandangan berganti.
Di kamar tidur.
Di dalam kamar, wanita terengah-engah batuk tertekan. Kedengarannya seolah dia mencoba batuk keras, tapi menahan sekuat tenaga.
Dia menguncup di bawah selimut, meringkuk dengan tidak nyaman.
Sesaat kemudian, pria itu membawa mangkuk obat ke kamar.
Mendengar batuk tertekan wanita, dia mendekat dan mengangkatnya, meletakkan tangan di dahinya.
"Kau demam sedikit, pasti karena terlalu lama berdiri di luar, di salju, kemarin." Saat pria itu bicara, alisnya mengerut rapat dan matanya penuh rasa sakit hati dan menyalahkan diri sendiri.
"Kau tidak boleh menunggu di luar untukku lagi."
Melihat wajahnya yang cemas, wanita tidak bicara dan hanya mengulurkan tangan mengelus wajahnya untuk menghibur, lalu tersenyum.
Senyumannya murni dan polos.
Pemandangan menakjubkan yang benar-benar membuat orang terhenyak.
Pria itu menatapnya lama, dan setelah dia pulih, dia mulai memberi obat di pinggir tempat tidur sendok demi sendok.
Pemandangan berhenti di sini seolah ingin menangkap momen paling bahagia dan hangat mereka berdua…
Saat Nian Xiaomu akhirnya sadar dari terpananya, Mo Qian sudah berdiri diam di depan podium.
Aura halus dan mengesankannya terasa oleh semua orang di luar panggung meski jaraknya jauh.
Matanya yang sedikit tertunduk mulai memindai penonton di bawah panggung saat dia mengangkat kepala…
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
They were all middle-aged men, and there were rarely any women. Even if there was, it was also a middle-aged lady. There were basically no young and beautiful women other than Zheng Yan who were already able to make a name for themselves in the business industry.
Nian Xiaomu took a glance, and sat down in her seat, extremely assured.
She started flipping through the run-down for the conference.
The first event in the run-down was the organizers’ speech.
It was a pity, however, that it did not specify who exactly from the Mo Family was going to make the speech.
Was it going to be Mo Qian? Or Mo Yongheng?
Nian Xiaomu was originally certain that it would be Mo Qian, but after listening to what Zheng Yan had said earlier, she suddenly thought it could be Mo Yongheng too.
According to Zheng Yan, Mo Yongheng had the strongest bond with the family’s Master. Yet, the successor who was being nurtured at present was Mo Qian.
It didn’t make sense at all.
Nian Xiaomu did not understand the situation in the Mo Family, and could only watch to see how things developed.
The conference was to begin very soon.
When the emcee announced that the speaker would be Mo Qian, Nian Xiaomu instantly got up from her seat along with the others around her to give a round of applause.
From afar, she could see a tall figure who emerged from behind the emcee and walked to a corner of the podium on the stage.
His facial features were solid and his black suit was extremely well-tailored.
As he strode onto the stage, he exuded the aura of a refined and matured man, capturing the attention of everyone in an instant.
Nian Xiaomu stared blankly at this scene before her.
She was originally only curious about Mo Qian’s looks, but after looking at just his side profile, a bunch of fragmented images started to appear in her head.
It was during a winter…
… when the grounds were covered in snow.
Nearing the evening, the sun started to rest lazily at the end of the sky.
The plants in the courtyard had all been covered in snow, and the amber glow from the sunset reflected on the ground.
A woman in a white down coat was standing in the snow, her gentle gaze fixed towards the front gate as she waited for that familiar figure to appear.
This happened as it had always done.
The man’s footsteps were firm and steady, and he headed towards her with every stride he took.
However, between every step he took, there was a sense of anxiety in him.
The moment he arrived before her, he asked in a low and deep voice, “It’s so cold outside, why did you come out to wait?”
“I wanted you to be able to see me once you come home, ” the woman replied with a grin.
Her voice was sweet and gentle.
While she spoke, the man had already gently pulled her into his arms and lowered his head to plant a kiss on her forehead.
The two entered the living room like that, with their arms clung tightly with each other.
The scene started to change.
It was in the bedroom.
Inside the room, the woman let out low coughs which sounded rather suppressed. It sounded as if she was trying to cough out loud, but was trying her best to bear with it.
She was all huddled up under the covers, curled together uncomfortably.
A while later, the man brought a bowl of medicine into the room.
After hearing her low suppressed coughs, he went forward and carried her, placing his hand on her forehead.
“You have a slight fever, you must have stood for too long outside, in the snow, yesterday. ” As the man spoke, his brows were tightly knitted and his eyes were full of heart-ache and self-reproach.
“You’re not to wait outside for me in the future.”
Seeing how troubled he looked, the woman did not speak and simply reached out to caress his face to console him, thereafter breaking into a grin.
Her smile was pure and innocent.
An absolutely stunning sight that could make one unable to catch their breath.
The man stared at her for a long time, and after he recovered himself, he started to feed her the medicine by the bedside in small mouthfuls.
The scene stopped here as if to capture their happiest and warmest moment together…
When Nian Xiaomu finally snapped out of her trance, Mo Qian was already standing still in front of the podium.
His refined and imposing aura could be felt by everyone offstage despite the lengthy distance in between.
His eyes, which were slightly lowered, started to scan past the audience beneath the stage as he raised his head…
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