He suddenly stood up fiercely startling Qin Yu'er who was sitting next to him. She looked at him in confusion.
Mo Fan's expression looked determined as if he had made up his mind about something...
"Let's go!" Mo Fan spoke.
"Huh? Go where??" She asked still confused.
"To prepare for what's coming..." he replied cryptically, already halfway down the hall as he disappeared into his room.
Ka-Thuck!
The door of Mo Fan's room opened up slightly and Mo Fan's head poked out, "Oh! And dress up like you're the CEO of a Big Corporation!" Mo Fan made sure to remind her.
Qin Yu'er still looked at him in confusion, "Huh?" her expression clueless but Mo Fan had already shut the door again, leaving her to puzzle over his words.
She sat there for a moment, her gaze shifting between the TV screen and his closed door. Slowly, an amused smile crept onto her face.
"What is this guy up to now…" she muttered to herself.
...
After a couple hours, Mo Fan sat on the couch, radiating an aura of confidence and authority.
His suit was a masterpiece of luxury: a fine tailored, deep charcoal three-piece that hugged his lean but muscular frame perfectly, its fabric gleaming subtly in the room's light with a fine texture that spoke of elegance and refinement.
The jacket had sharp lapels, accentuated by a delicate, slender gold chain that extended from his tie to the suit pocket, adding an old-world sophistication to his ensemble.
The vest underneath was fitted just right, emphasizing his build while giving the outfit an extra layer of depth and prestige. His shirt was a crisp, snow white, the stark contrast lending a clean, polished look. A sleek, dark silk tie hung neatly down his chest, completing the ensemble with a touch of class.
On his wrist sat an exquisite Shanghai Brand watch—a timeless piece with a slim, platinum dial and golden Roman numerals, and black leather strap that added a touch of understated luxury, its glint catching the light with every slight movement of his hand.
Completing his look, his shoes were Italian-made Oxfords in deep, burnished brown, polished to such a high shine that they reflected the room's subtle lighting. The leather was soft and supple, fitting like a second skin and perfectly matching his suit.
Mo Fan's usually unruly hair had been carefully styled, one side combed back and slicked with a light touch to hold its shape, showing off his defined features. His clean-shaven face added a smooth, sophisticated edge to his appearance, making him look every inch the powerful executive he had set out to resemble.
Mo Fan leaned back, and was watching reels on his phone, impeccably dressed, composed, and quietly powerful, as he waited, glancing occasionally at his watch for Qin Yu'er to make her grand entrance.
"She's quite late... Even the private plane I booked is ready..." Mo Fan muttered.
Just as he said this, he heard the sound of a door opening. He turned his head and looked towards the sound, only to be stunned in silence. His eyes widened and his mouth subconsciously opened.
Qin Yu'er emerged from her room, her presence beautiful and radiant.
She wore a fitted, sleek black business dress that elegantly traced her figure, with a high collar and tailored seams that accentuated her slender waist and graceful curves. The dress was perfectly cut just below the knee, giving her an air of sophistication while exuding a powerful, professional allure.
Draped over her shoulders was a luxurious long coat, its fabric a rich, dark cashmere that added depth to her ensemble. The coat's collar was sharply defined, and its lapels traced a refined line down her torso, while the tailored fit and long silhouette enhanced her tall, statuesque figure. She left it open, allowing the dress beneath to show, with its faint glimmer adding a subtle contrast against the matte richness of the coat.
Her jewellery was minimalist yet exquisite. Around her neck hung a delicate gold necklace, simple yet eye-catching, resting just above her collarbone and catching the light whenever she moved. Her wrists bore slim, matching bracelets of gold, elegantly stacked. In her ears, she wore small, elegant diamond studs that sparkled with each tilt of her head.
Her heels were stunning—a pair of black stilettos with a glossy finish, their pointed toes and slender heels lending her a graceful height.
Clik~
Each step echoed soft cliks in the room as she walked toward him.
But it was her long, snowy-white hair that cascaded down her back in smooth, silky waves, contrasting starkly against the dark elegance of her outfit that completed her look.
The contrast of her flowing silver locks against the sharp lines of her attire lent her an almost ethereal presence, like an Ice Goddess wrapped in the elegance of modern-day power.
Her gaze was cool yet captivating, her serene features enhanced by her minimal makeup—a soft gloss on her lips and a faint shadow that brought out the piercing clarity of her eyes.
Qin Yu'er's expression softened into a slight smirk as she noticed Mo Fan's reaction. She took a final step forward, crossing her arms with an air of subtle amusement, as if to say, Well, how do I look?
...
Mo Fan was momentarily charmed by Qin Yu'er's breathtaking appearance.
She stood before him like an ethereal Ice Spirit Goddess, her long white hair cascading down her back and framing her goddess-like features.
He couldn't tear his gaze away from her, entranced by the elegance and grace she exuded. _Nothing I say could ever capture how divine she looks right now..._ he thought, feeling a rush of admiration swell within him.
But Qin Yu'er, standing there in expectation, quickly noticed the lack of any compliment. Her lips curved into a slight pout, arms crossing as she huffed in irritation. "Hmph! What is it? Do I not look good?" she demanded, clearly annoyed by his silence.
Mo Fan, still caught in her spell, didn't respond. Instead, he glanced at his watch and muttered, "You took 2½ hours just to get dressed... I've been sitting on the couch waiting for so long now."
Instead of showering her with praise, he actually… complained. Qin Yu'er felt her jaw drop a little in shock, her expression switching from anticipation to disbelief. She felt wronged, a little hurt, and thoroughly frustrated.
His complaint hit her like a splash of cold water. How could he focus on the time when she had gone through so much effort to look perfect?
Without another glance, he turned toward the door, calling over his shoulder, "If you're done fooling around, we have a plane to catch. Let's go."
Qin Yu'er stood there, flabbergasted, watching him stride confidently toward the exit.
Her cheeks flushed as she finally snapped out of her daze, hurling a stream of cute little curses at him, "Dumb Mo Fan! Stupid Mo Fan! You… Nincompoop!!"
She threw a tiny glare at his back, her eyes practically blazing.
With one last huff, she marched after him, heels clicking as she followed him out the door, determined to make him pay for his infuriating lack of appreciation the next chance she got.