After a smooth three-hour flight, the private jet carrying Mo Fan and Qin Yu'er touched down at Tianjin Binhai Airport.
As they descended the steps onto the runway, a sleek white Rolls Royce awaited them, its polished surface gleaming under the midday sun. Beside it stood a well-dressed, middle-aged chauffeur, holding a signboard with Mo Fan's name written in elegant script.
Noticing the sign, Mo Fan approached the chauffeur, greeting him with a nod. "Good afternoon! I'm Mo Fan." He handed over his ID card, which the chauffeur accepted with a respectful bow. After verifying it, he returned the card with a courteous smile.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Mo and Ms. Qin," he began formally, removing his hat in a slight bow. "My name is Zhang Wei, and I'll be your chauffeur for the duration of your stay here in Tianjin. Please feel free to let me know if there's anywhere you'd like to go."
Qin Yu'er smiled warmly, her expression as radiant as it was graceful. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Zhang," she said, her voice soft yet confident.
For a moment, Zhang Wei was captivated, his heart catching at the sight of her ethereal beauty. In his mind's eye, a few delicate, cyan-coloured ice roses seemed to bloom, enhancing her already goddess-like aura. Quickly, he caught himself, straightening and returning to his professional demeanour as he opened the car door for both of them.
Once they were settled comfortably in the plush seats, Zhang Wei slipped behind the wheel and glanced back at Mo Fan. "Where would you like to go first, sir?"
"To the Tianjin Magic Association, please," Mo Fan instructed, as he opened a pamphlet of the Tianjin province.
"Right away, sir," Zhang Wei replied, smoothly starting the car and merging onto the road with practiced precision.
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The luxury Rolls Royce glided smoothly through the gates of the Tianjin Magic Association, coming to a graceful stop at the grand entrance of the association building. Heads turned immediately, drawn by the sight of the elegant car, and then lingered, anticipating whoever might step out.
As the doors opened, Mo Fan emerged first, his confident stride and tailored suit exuding handsomeness. But when Qin Yu'er stepped out, she became the true focal point.
Her ethereal beauty seemed almost otherworldly, her icy elegance leaving everyone around captivated. Her white hair cascaded down like snow, perfectly framing her goddess-like features, and her steely, yet mesmerizing gaze had an allure that made it impossible to look away.
Work around them came to a standstill; people found themselves rooted to the spot, momentarily entranced by the sight of her.
The two walked in perfect sync as they entered the building, the aura of confidence and sophistication surrounding them like a cloak.
Arriving at the lobby's reception desk, Mo Fan stepped forward, giving a polite nod to the receptionist who looked visibly taken aback at the sight of the pair.
"Good afternoon," he began smoothly. "My name is Mo Fan. I have an appointment with the Real Estate head, Mr. Li, right now."
The receptionist blinked, momentarily thrown by the sight of Mo Fan's striking features, but it was clear that Qin Yu'er's presence beside him had left her particularly flustered. She could barely keep her gaze steady as she replied, "Y-yes, Mr. Mo Fan, we do have your appointment. Would you please wait in the lounge for a few minutes?"
A hint of relief passed over her face as she looked back at Mo Fan—she found it easier to speak to him, someone she could focus on without her thoughts scattering completely. Her voice steadying, she added, "I'll let Mr. Li know you're here right away."
They moved toward the lounge, leaving a trail of fascinated stares in their wake.
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In the quiet, plush lounge, Mo Fan leaned closer to Qin Yu'er, who sat across from him with her back straight, her posture radiating both elegance and authority.
She looked every bit the ice queen—poised and distant, with an expression that suggested the entire world was beneath her notice.
"You remember what I told you before, right?" Mo Fan murmured, his voice low to avoid catching the attention of any nearby staff.
Qin Yu'er didn't so much as glance his way, but her lips curved ever so slightly into a smile, the look in her eyes sharp as frost. "Yes," she replied with crisp assurance, her tone conveying all the strength and precision of someone who ruled by bloodline.
"From this point on, we're the third generation of the Russian Konstantinov family. I'm the direct heiress," she paused, her words carrying a hint of pride, "and you're my little adopted brother."
Her gaze flicked toward him, assessing, her tone authoritative. "Keep that in mind, Mo Fan. I'm the one holding the reins in this story."
Mo Fan's mouth twitched, "Of course, dear sister," he replied, almost mockingly, before straightening his own posture to match hers.
To anyone observing, they were formidable members of a powerful Russian dynasty—exuding wealth, influence, and a cool, detached sense of privilege.