Julian King's peach blossom eyes sparkled, and in the end, he said, "I won't give up."
Sophie Mo honestly wanted to punch his face into a pig’s head.
A playboy who’s always chasing women—he’s got all these top models and celebrities at his fingertips, but he insists on making trouble for her?
"Julian King." Sophie Mo looked at him seriously and said, "Let’s have a real talk. Tell me, why won’t you let go of me? Is it because of the Mo Family’s influence? Sure, the Mo Family is powerful in the military and politics, but there are plenty of families like that in China. We only dominate Y Province. In the whole country, we’re nothing special. China’s huge—the Mo Family just holds the southwest, but the north, the capital, Shanghai, those aren’t our turf. Is it because of our wealth? You know my dad and grandpa are both in the military and government. They don’t have as much money as you spend in a single day. My brother’s the only one in business, but even he can’t compare to the Yin Consortium’s resources. Not to mention the Rothschild Family. If you’re after money, wouldn’t marrying a Rothschild daughter be better?"
"If you’re into looks, then sorry to disappoint. I, Sophie Mo, am nothing special—not your type, right? If it’s personality, when have I ever been gentle with you? So, Julian King, can we stop playing games? I don’t want to be your target, shielding you from your family’s marriage pressure. I don’t have time to play along. If you just need a suitable fiancée as a shield or to help you pick up girls, there are plenty of women more suited than me. I’m busy. I don’t have time for your games."
Sophie Mo spoke quickly and urgently—she was clearly really angry.
Julian King’s peach blossom eyes flashed with grievance. "Why won’t you admit I’m genuinely into you? Yes, the Mo Family has status, power, and wealth in China, but my family doesn’t need it. The King Family’s roots are in Britain. It’s not like I need military or political connections. As for money, all that’s just numbers to us. Even if I did nothing my whole life, the King Family’s fortune would last me three lifetimes. As for beautiful women—ha, I was born and raised in Britain, but I’m still Chinese by blood, so I prefer Eastern women."
Sophie Mo’s face grew darker and darker.
"As for my family’s marriage pressure… Xiaoxuan, you’re already my fiancée! My family only recognizes you!" Julian King grinned. "All those girls outside—I never took any of them seriously, really. I just talk big, but I’m loyal to you."
Sophie Mo was so mad her nose was practically bent out of shape.
"Don’t call me your fiancée!" Sophie Mo gritted her teeth. "There’s no official engagement between us!"
"Hmm, so what kind of proposal do you like? Something romantic? Classical? Or modern? ...Hey, hey, hey, where are you going?" Julian King saw Sophie Mo angrily get out of the car, so he quickly followed, calling after her, "Xiaoxuan, I’m not letting go! You can only be my wife!"
"Get lost!" As the Mo Family’s young lady, Sophie Mo couldn’t bring herself to say anything too vulgar, so this was the strongest rejection she could muster.
Julian King saw Sophie Mo keep walking and suddenly called out, "The Yin Family matriarch’s 80th birthday is coming up soon, Xiaoxuan, you’ll be coming back to China, right? I’ll be there too. You can’t escape! Three years ago you got away, but this time, you won’t!"
Sophie Mo shuddered and picked up her pace!
This was just ridiculous!
This playboy has all these top beauties around and yet he insists on tangling with her?
He’s not after status, not after money, not after looks, not after personality—what is he really after?
After finally shaking off Julian King, Sophie Mo looked up and saw Cici’s puzzled eyes.
Just for a moment, Sophie Mo suddenly understood how Cici felt!
If you don’t love someone, you just don’t!
It has nothing to do with the other person at all!
Just like Max Mo is dignified, steady, and handsome, Julian King is charming, flamboyant, and good-looking. No denying, they’re both ideal men for a lot of women.
But Cici doesn’t like Max Mo, and she herself doesn’t like Julian King.
It’s not that either of them isn’t good enough—it’s just that they don’t get to her heart.
"Cici…" Sophie Mo suddenly stepped forward and hugged her, burying her head in Cici’s shoulder. "I’m sorry. These past three years, I shouldn’t have pressured you so much…"
Cici gently patted Sophie Mo’s back and smiled softly. "Why are you acting so strange today? I know your family’s always been good to me—Uncle Mo, Grandpa Mo, and Auntie treat me like their own daughter. Why are you apologizing?"
Sophie Mo shook her head and mumbled, "No, I just suddenly understood something. Cici, no matter what you choose in the future, we’ll always be friends, right?"
Cici nodded lightly. "Mm. Oh, by the way, was that man just now your fiancé?"
Sophie Mo immediately snapped, "He’s not my fiancé! Let’s drop it. Cici, are you going back to China in a few days?"
"Going back to China?" Cici was startled. "I haven’t decided whether to accept your brother’s proposal yet… Sorry, Sophie, I just don’t have those feelings for your brother."
Sophie Mo let go of Cici and nodded seriously. "I’m not blaming you, Cici. Have you recovered any of your old memories?"
Old memories… So she knew something was missing from Cici’s past.
"If you want to know what happened back then, you’ll have to go back to China." Sophie Mo knew Cici had promised the Grant parents, so she said, "Let’s revive the Grant Family! I’ll help you! Once you get your memory back, whatever you choose, I’ll respect it."
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Another person trying to convince her to go back to China.
Cici lowered her eyes. Was she really going to return to China?
What kind of memories had she left behind in China?
Why did everyone act like they were facing a huge crisis, yet still so full of hope?
Was she really going back to China this time?
How would she explain it to her family?
If she couldn’t accept marrying Max Mo, then reviving the Grant Family was the only path left.
Reviving the Grant Family—easier said than done.
Not to mention the Grant Family’s Three Treasures: books, medicine, and tea. Bringing those back won’t be easy.
How would she deal with the initial funding?
Rebuilding the Grant Family was going to cost a fortune.
She did have a mysterious account with a ton of money in it, but was it really okay to use it?
Because of what Sophie Mo said, Cici’s mind started racing.
Maybe she really could do it.
On the other side, Charles Yin raised his hand gracefully. "Please, have a seat."
Julian King dropped his usual playboy act in front of Sophie Mo and wore a serious, solemn expression instead.
He sat across from Charles Yin, his peach blossom eyes full of gravity. "President Yin, you’re not joking with me, are you?"
Charles Yin’s long fingers brushed the coffee cup as he replied, relaxed, "Why would I joke? Sure, in the long run, helping you and the Mo Family’s young lady does make the Yin Consortium a rival. With you as their new force, it might be tough for me to suppress the Mo Family in China. But China’s just one of my many battlefields—my reach is global. Losing one battleground isn’t a big deal."
"So, because of Miss Cecilia Grant, you’d rather give up the China battlefield?" Julian King smirked. "Is this what they call ‘choosing beauty over power’?"
Charles Yin suddenly laughed—a smile so dazzling, even Julian King, a fellow man, was momentarily stunned.
There really are people in this world who seem blessed by the heavens.
Unmatched looks, unmatched presence, unmatched charisma.
There’s probably no man left in the world who can truly rival him.
Royal princes may be noble and elegant, but none of them have Charles Yin’s wealth and status.
There are plenty of rich people in the world, but none with Charles Yin’s looks and charisma.
There are plenty of good-looking people in the world, but no one with his kind of aura and dominance.
Most people are known for just one or two things, but Charles Yin has it all.
Except… love.
Turns out, fate really is fair.
He’s reached heights others can’t even dream of, but maybe love will be his hardest battle.
Julian King knew Charles Yin’s love life was rough, but he never imagined it was this tough.
Looks like there’ll be more hardships ahead.
Fate really is fair!
Such a brilliant man—undefeated in business.
But when it comes to love, he has to plan every step, be cautious, wait for her to fall into his net, and only then dare to slowly win her heart.
But from another perspective, it’s kind of satisfying.
Watching Charles Yin struggle for love, all the other unlucky-in-love people suddenly felt like allies.
At least he’s not the only one.
"I already have enough power. Besides, even if I help you get together with the Mo Family’s young lady, the Mo Family might not necessarily beat me." Charles Yin replied calmly. "If I didn’t have that kind of confidence, what’s the point of doing business?"
"So what kind of partnership do you want to discuss with me, President Yin? Or rather, what is it about me that interests you?" Julian King’s face grew even more serious.
Charles Yin’s smile suddenly vanished, and he said gravely, "I met Her Majesty the Queen this morning. Yesterday, I also met with a few MPs…"
Julian King’s eyes instantly flickered.
"I know you’ve had smooth sailing in Britain these years, Julian King. But London’s weather is unpredictable. You’d better take care of your health!" Charles Yin looked at Julian King with a half-smile—his face wasn’t smiling, but his eyes held a hint of teasing.
Julian King’s heart suddenly sank.