The afternoon passed in a blur of laughter and discovery as Mo Fan and Qin Yu'er wandered through the lively streets of Binhai city. The air was thick with the scent of fresh seafood and local delicacies, and the bustling crowds filled the streets with a vibrant energy that was impossible to ignore.
They visited a few famous tourist attractions, marvelling at the towering skyscrapers that reflected the soft light of the setting sun. The city, with its mixture of old-world charm and modern opulence, captivated them both, though it was not as great as Shanghai but it was nice experience.
At a charming street corner, they stopped to sample local specialties—steaming bowls of rich, flavorful soups, skewers of grilled meat, and freshly baked pastries that melted in their mouths.
Qin Yu'er, normally reserved and aloof in front of strangers, allowed herself a rare smile as she took in the flavours of the city, enjoying the simplicity of the moment. Mo Fan on the other hand, was the ever curious adventurer, tried everything with a light-hearted enthusiasm, teasing her about her more cautious approach to the unfamiliar foods.
As the day wore on, they strolled along the riverbank, watching the glow of the city lights dance on the water's surface. The vibrant nightlife of Binhai beckoned, but they decided to take a quiet walk instead, Mo Fan was telling her various stories of his life before regression but to her they were, just as usual his normal gibberish, though it was interesting to listen him speak.
By the time they returned to their hotel, the city was wrapped in the cool embrace of night, the streets now illuminated by the soft glow of streetlamps. Mo Fan and Qin Yu'er made their way to their separate rooms, the exhaustion of a day well-spent settling in.
Mo Fan took a quick shower, the warm water helping to relax his muscles after hours of walking. He stepped out of the bathroom, his damp hair tousled, and flopped onto the bed with a contented sigh.
As he relaxed, he reached for his phone, reviewing the schedule for the following day. He had already sent his exquisite suit to room service for cleaning and preparation, ensuring he would be ready for whatever came next in their business dealings.
Lying back on the bed, Mo Fan closed his eyes, letting the events of the day wash over him. He could hear the faint hum of the city outside, but inside the room, it was quiet, peaceful. It was a brief reprieve before another busy day ahead.
...
The next morning, Mo Fan and Qin Yu'er found themselves seated in the hotel's bustling all-day dining café, enjoying the lavish breakfast buffet.
Mo Fan, however, wasn't exactly blending in with the refined ambiance; He was dressed in comfy bright yellow coloured Pikachu Pajamas with a hat on top, not only that but his plate was stacked precariously high, piled with everything he could manage from each station. Eggs, pastries, sausages, fruit, dumplings—it was as if he had raided the entire buffet in one go.
Qin Yu'er, seated primly across from him, tried to avert her gaze, but her cheeks flushed as she took in the curious stares of other diners glancing their way.
She shifted slightly, pretending not to notice as he stuffed a slice of toast alongside a dumpling on his plate, completely unfazed by the attention.
"Are you... are you really going to eat all that?" she finally asked, her voice low, trying to maintain a semblance of composure.
"Absolutely," he replied with a grin, clearly amused by her discomfort. "After all, when else can you try every item in one meal?"
But before she could respond, Mo Fan suddenly stood up, a mischievous gleam in his eye. He made a beeline toward the dessert buffet counter and, without hesitation, shouted across the dining area, "Jiějie (Big Sister)! Want any dessert?"
Heads turned, eyes widened, and the once-genteel hum of the breakfast room quieted. Qin Yu'er's eyes widened in disbelief as she froze, feeling the weight of everyone's gaze upon her.
"Mo Fan, sit down!" she hissed, mortified. But he only laughed, gesturing toward the spread of colourful sweets.
"Are you sure? They have these little cakes you like!" he called out, waving his hand to get her attention.
Qin Yu'er bit her lip, visibly torn between her embarrassment and her craving for something sweet. She could feel the collective attention of the entire room on her and Mo Fan, as if they were some celebrity duo causing a scene.
At a table nearby, a family with two young children watched the scene with interest. The kids, perhaps inspired by Mo Fan's buffet enthusiasm, began to point at him excitedly.
"Look, look! That big brother has so much food!" A kid said, tugging at his mother's sleeve. The mother smiled awkwardly, glancing at Qin Yu'er and Mo Fan, before trying to gently hush her child.
But the child wasn't deterred. "Mommy, he's like a giant eating all the food!" he giggled, completely fascinated by the sight of Mo Fan's overstuffed plate.
Trying to salvage her dignity, she quickly crossed the room, grabbing his arm.
"Just pick something and sit down already!" she whispered, her face red as a tomato as she tried to drag him back to the table. Mo Fan chuckled, clearly delighted by her reaction.
He finally gave in, choosing a selection of desserts with a dramatic flourish and following her back to the table, where she sat down with a sigh, trying to act as if nothing unusual had happened. He, however, looked pleased with himself, smirking as he set down his plate with an exaggerated wink.
As they resumed their meal, Mo Fan leaned in, grinning. "I'll let you pick out our lunch later," he teased.
Qin Yu'er just sighed, shaking her head, she was having a headache. It was her first time feeling this emotion of embarrassment...
...
Mo Fan leaned back, patting his full stomach with a contented sigh, as if basking in the glory of conquering the entire breakfast buffet. He felt a small swell of pride, as though each plate he'd emptied was a small trophy of his own.
By now, Qin Yu'er had already made her escape, clearly too mortified by the scene he'd created to stick around. She had slipped out nearly half an hour ago, mumbling something about the spa before disappearing.
As he started to gather himself to leave, his phone buzzed with an unknown number flashing on the screen. Raising an eyebrow, he picked up.
"Yes? Who is it?" he asked in his usual, casual tone.
A polite, professional voice came from the other end, clear and formal. "Good morning, Mr. Mo. This is Mr. Li's assistant calling from the Magic Association Tower."
Mo Fan's lips curved into a slight smile. He'd been anticipating something like this. "Oh, hey! Good morning. What's up?"
The assistant continued, her tone courteous yet business-like, "Mr. Li has prepared the deeds and some additional documents that require Ms. Qin's signatures to finalize the acquisition. He also mentioned some further discussions need to take place regarding the property. Would it be possible for you to come by the Association Tower today?"
"Sure," Mo Fan replied with a smirk. "We'll swing by this afternoon. Does that work for you?"
"Yes, sir. I'll inform Mr. Li and arrange the meeting," the assistant confirmed politely before hanging up.
As he set his phone down, Mo Fan's expression shifted, his smirk turning wicked. He could already imagine the scenario waiting for them.
That sly, fat-ass, Mr. Li clearly had something else up his sleeve, probably intending to squeeze them for more concessions or complicate the process. But Mo Fan was prepared. In fact, he was looking forward to the confrontation.
"Kekeke~" Chuckling under his breath, he could hardly hold back a low, amused laugh as he sat there, hands on his stomach, still savoring the memory of his breakfast triumph.
A few people glanced his way, casting confused looks at the young man still dressed in children's Pokemon pajamas laughing to himself over an empty table.
A couple of kids nearby couldn't help but giggle, pointing at him with childish curiosity, amused by the strange sight of a grown man chuckling alone.