Charles Yin was already incredibly handsome even when he wasn't smiling, but when he flashed a brilliant smile, it was like a supercharged, lethal dose of hormones.
The flirtatious charm in his slightly upturned eyes couldn't be hidden; wherever his gaze landed, it was absolutely devastating.
Every woman his eyes swept over felt her heart skip a beat, then screamed internally that she couldn't handle it!
Young Master Yin really is Young Master Yin!
His charisma is truly irresistible!
When Charles Yin saw a crowd of women practically drooling over his looks, his expression instantly turned cold. The icy arrogance quickly masked his earlier gentleness, scaring those attention-seeking women into silence.
Charles Yin snorted coldly, not even in the mood to spare them another glance, and turned to leave.
Cecilia Gu kept on eating.
Buffets are the best—you can eat whatever you like, and the stuff you don't... Haha, tonight, no one is forcing me to eat things I hate!
That guy Charles Yin is always trying to make me eat stuff I can't stand.
Tonight, he’s busy and not paying attention to me, so I finally get to decide what I want for dinner myself.
Cecilia Gu was happily eating when she heard a commotion at the front door. It sounded like everyone was collectively welcoming someone.
She glanced over her shoulder and saw everyone heading toward the entrance, clearly excited about whoever had just arrived.
Hmm, whoever it is has nothing to do with me. I’ll just keep eating.
Cecilia kept her head down, focused on her food, not caring where Charles Yin was or what he was doing.
None of it concerns me. As long as he remembers to call me when it’s time to leave, that’s all I need.
I didn’t bring much money tonight. If he forgets about me, I probably won’t even have enough for a cab.
Finally, I finished off the entire plate in front of me. Ah, so satisfying.
Cecilia reached out and rubbed her stomach. She was so full she could barely move. Just how much did she eat?
Is it true that pregnant women are always hungry?
I eat three meals a day, plus afternoon tea and a late-night snack, and I’m still not full?
Only now did Cecilia realize she’d actually polished off an entire plate of food.
Oh my god, I ate way too much.
If Mrs. Zhang finds out I ate so much in one go, she’ll definitely have something to say about it.
No, I need to get up and walk around to digest all this food.
Determined, Cecilia glanced at the others, who were still gathered in groups, chatting away. Perfect—she had zero interest in their topics anyway. Time for a solo stroll in the garden.
For the first time, Cecilia understood what it meant to walk in leaning against the wall and walk out leaning against the wall.
Her belly felt so bloated it was practically sticking out.
Cecilia strolled slowly through the garden, admiring everything around her.
Wow, these flowers are gorgeous!
There are so many kinds I’ve never even seen before.
Sure, my family grows a lot of flowers too, and they’re all pretty expensive. But compared to this garden, ours is nothing.
When Cecilia lived in the countryside, she used to grow flowers herself. She knew that raising a healthy plant was never easy.
At night, the cool evening breeze gently blew by, making her feel comfortable and relaxed.
Nothing beats fresh air—so much nicer than air conditioning.
Just as Cecilia was about to reach for a flower above her head, stretching on tiptoes but failing, a voice came from behind: "This jasmine is truly beautiful. It may not be as valuable as the other flowers, but its brilliance is what makes it special. For you to want to pick it, that’s its good fortune."
Cecilia turned around in surprise. Was there really someone else who, like her, had ditched the chance to cozy up to rich folks in favor of a quiet walk?
Standing before her was an incredibly tall, well-built man with striking blue eyes—a total heartthrob.
He was nothing like Charles Yin.
His vibe was gentler, more harmless—like he couldn’t hurt a fly.
How strange. Why does this man look so familiar?
"Nora... uh, wait, is it really you?" The man stared at Cecilia, his blue eyes full of incredulous surprise.
Cecilia rolled her eyes, trying to remember where she’d seen this guy before.
It doesn’t make sense. Everyone here is rich, and aside from Charles Yin, I don’t know anyone.
She asked uncertainly, "Do you know me?"
The man was clearly stunned by her question, then broke into a gentle laugh.
Interesting!
Every woman he’d met—whether he knew them or not—would always act overly familiar, trying to get close to him.
But this girl, who looked so much like Nora, didn’t remember him at all?
"We met this morning. I borrowed your Mercedes GL450 and left you my business card. I’m Max Mo. May I ask your name?" The man smiled politely, unfazed by Cecilia’s forgetfulness, and introduced himself.
Cecilia’s jaw dropped as she stared at Max Mo.
Wow, talk about fate!
She looked at him, puzzled. "Did you come here just to pay me back?"
Max Mo was caught off guard by Cecilia’s totally unique reaction. He had no idea how to respond.
Normally, when women heard his name, they’d either blush, act starstruck, or try to grab his attention.
But this woman’s first thought was compensation?
Just how strapped for cash was she?
Anyone who drives a Mercedes GL450 shouldn’t be that broke, right?
Her dress was Chanel’s latest limited edition—each one worth hundreds of thousands.
She didn’t look like someone obsessed with money.
"You still haven’t told me your name. May I have the honor?" Max Mo asked, still the perfect gentleman.
Cecilia opened her mouth to answer, but just then, her phone rang inside her purse.
"Oh, sorry, let me take this call first." Cecilia quickly fished out her phone and saw it was Charles Yin. He must be looking for her. She looked up at Max Mo, "Sorry, something’s come up. I have to go!"
Cecilia hurried away, calling out as she left, "Don’t forget to pay me back! That car’s expensive!"
Max Mo watched her leave, both amused and helpless.
She really is something else.
"I’ll find out your name. And we’ll meet again." Max Mo stared after her, his eyes deep and thoughtful. "Special girls like you—whether you’re connected to Nora or not—I’ll make sure you remember me."
When Cecilia returned to the hall, she saw Charles Yin striding toward her, his presence impossible to ignore.
He’d searched the whole place for her and finally had to call her phone.
Seeing her pop in and out of sight like a mole, Charles Yin felt his heart leap every time.
"Where did you go?" Charles Yin’s eyes narrowed, and Cecilia immediately felt the pressure in the room intensify.
"I ate too much, my stomach was bloated, so I went for a walk to help digest." Cecilia answered honestly.
Charles Yin looked straight at her stomach.
This little mole really could eat!
She was so tiny, yet she could eat so much.
"All the socializing is done. We can go home now." Charles Yin said coldly, turning to leave.
Oh? We can go home?
Awesome! I really don’t like the atmosphere here. It’s just not my scene.
Cecilia hurried to catch up, afraid Charles Yin would leave her behind. She didn’t care if he was mad—she grabbed his arm and left with him.
Charles Yin was a little angry at first.
But when Cecilia grabbed his arm, the smile he’d been trying to hide spread across his face.
His smile grew wider, lighting up his whole face.
He didn’t even need to look at her to know Cecilia’s mole-like gaze was filled with a desperate desire to leave.
When they reached the door, their car was already waiting.
Charles Yin got in first; Cecilia hurried after him.
No way was she getting left behind—not with so little cash on her.
Her jewelry might be worth a lot, but she couldn’t exactly sell it on the spot!
What a loss it’d be to use it for cab fare.
Charles Yin pressed the gas pedal, and off they went.
Not long after they left, Max Mo returned to the hall, but no matter how hard he searched, he couldn’t find Cecilia anywhere.
That special girl seemed to appear out of thin air—and disappear just as quickly.
Max Mo asked several people, but nobody knew who she was or what her name was.
"How interesting," Max Mo mused, scanning the room full of eager faces. No sign of that girl anywhere.
"I’ll find you, girl. There aren’t many women I’m interested in, but you’re one of them." Max Mo muttered to himself. "I’ll uncover everything about you. You look so much like Nora! Are you an angel sent by her from heaven to be by my side? If that’s true, I’m never letting go."
Cecilia sat in the passenger seat, tilted her head, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Charles Yin glanced at her sleeping face in the rearview mirror and eased up on the gas.
He used to love driving fast, but ever since he met Cecilia, his speed kept getting slower and slower.
Now, his 370-million-yuan Lamborghini Hermes was crawling along at forty kilometers per hour—what a waste of a sports car.
But if Charles Yin liked it, then even the most expensive car could be driven as slow as he wanted!
If the young master of the Yin family wanted to drive slow, then even the priciest car in the world would have to go at a snail’s pace!