Waiting for You.

Chapter 9 Chapter 08 'Waiting for You.' The air seemed to freeze for a moment. Wen Yicong crouched in place, blinking unconsciously.

Before her eyes, the morning light fell on the man's deep brows and eyes, like sinking into two bottomless blue-black oceans. Had she not slept well because of dreams?

Wen Yicong thought for a moment and asked out of politeness, 'Was it a nightmare?' Mo Shaoshang shook his head. He said nothing about those dreams, his blue-black eyes fixed on her without blinking, as if they could pull her in.

Wen Yicong felt a little flustered under his gaze, didn't press further, hurriedly looked away, then pretended to be calm and stood up. Little Airi was still playing with the car wheel beside him, absorbed.

Wen Yicong bent down, gently took the little one's small hand, curled her lips, and put on a bright and gentle smile: 'Airi, would you like to go downstairs with Teacher Wen for breakfast?' Airi didn't respond, nor did he show resistance. Wen Yicong rubbed the child's head, hesitated for half a second, then turned her eyes back to Mo Shaoshang, her gaze clearly seeking permission.

He was the master of this estate and Airi's only guardian. Without his permission, she naturally dared not take Airi away from under his nose.

After another moment, Mo Shaoshang finally looked away from her face, stood up straight, turned, and walked out of the room. The three went downstairs together.

Breakfast passed in a rare harmony. After that, Wen Yicong devoted herself fully to the floor-time course with Airi. She knelt on the carpet, completely following Airi's interests.

When he spun the wheel, she took another small car and spun it with him; when he lined up blocks, she handed them to him and tried to describe his actions in simple language, creating opportunities for communication. Floor time required the therapist to have great patience and concentration, but fortunately this was Wen Yicong's specialty, and she found it relatively easy to practice.

Throughout the process, Airi occasionally cast a glance at Wen Yicong. Although the eye contact was still brief, she was still encouraged.

The morning session ended in a flash. Wen Yicong came out of the bedroom, twisted her neck to stretch, and prepared to find Mo Shaoshang to discuss Airi's class performance.

She walked around the first floor but saw no one. Just as she was puzzled, a calm and unhurried footstep sounded in her ears.

Wen Yicong turned around—it was Master Heng. 'Teacher Wen.' Master Heng smiled, his attitude as gentle and respectful as always.

'Is there anything I can help you with?' 'Master Heng, you came just in time.' Wen Yicong also curved her eyes, looked left and right, and asked in confusion, 'May I ask where Mr. Mo is?' 'The master has gone out,' Master Heng replied.

'He is expected to return in three days.' Gone out? So suddenly? Wen Yicong was a little surprised, but didn't show it too much, just nodded: 'Oh, I see.

Thank you.' Master Heng looked at her with a smile and kindly added, 'If you have an urgent matter, you can also contact the master by phone.' 'Okay.' Returning to the third-floor bedroom, Wen Yicong sat by the window and thought for a while, then took out her phone.

She found the previous SMS conversation that had caused the misunderstanding, pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and edited a line: [Mr. Mo, I originally wanted to discuss Airi's first floor-time class with you, but Master Heng said you went out.]

After sending the message, Wen Yicong didn't intend to wait for a reply and casually turned off the screen. However, just a few seconds later, her phone screen lit up again. [Are you in a hurry right now?]

Wen Yicong was stunned, not understanding why he asked that, and hesitantly typed: [Huh?] Mo Shaoshang: [If you're in a hurry, I can video call you.]

'...' On this end of the phone, Wen Yicong almost choked on her own saliva. Video call? Better not! Just imagining seeing that cold and imposing face on the screen made her feel terrible...

Wen Yicong quickly typed: [No rush, no rush. Let's talk when you get back. You go ahead.] Mo Shaoshang: [Mm.] A single word ended this brief and absurd exchange.

Wen Yicong put down her phone, raised her hand to cover her burning cheeks. Only when her heartbeat gradually calmed did she shake her head, gather her thoughts, and prepare for the afternoon session. * At the same time, Hong Kong, China.

On both sides of Victoria Harbour, skyscrapers stood tall, glass curtain walls reflecting dazzling golden light under the sun, outlining the prosperous skyline of a world-class financial center. The streets of Central were bustling with traffic, pedestrians hurried, and every inch of air was filled with the scent of efficiency and money.

On the top floor of a certain top-tier office building, a giant floor-to-ceiling window took in the full view of Victoria Harbour: the water surface was blue, the sea and sky merged, white Star Ferry and various cargo ships slowly shuttled, trailing smooth ripples that echoed the distant green mountains.

A pure black figure stood quietly in front of the window. Behind him, several foreign men in suits reported the latest work progress.

The data was detailed, the logic clear. Mo Shaoshang's face was calm, listening absent-mindedly to the Hong Kong district executives reciting their reports.

His long fingers unconsciously rubbed the phone screen, sliding over the SMS interface. Without warning, the bizarre dream from last night slowly surfaced before his eyes.

In the dream, a young girl in a ethereal and light gauze skirt stood in an endless withered flower field, with hazy moonlight as the background. The whole dream was gray, making that figure all the more bright and vivid, full of life.

A night wind blew gently, brushing her soft, slightly curly long hair, strands intertwining and tangling, kissing her plain face. At some point, she walked toward him.

Her slender hand touched his cold cheek, she looked at him, her eyes misty, and bloomed a pure and innocent smile at him. She asked softly, 'Why do you dream of me?' 'What do you want?' ...

The memory abruptly broke off. Mo Shaoshang slightly closed his eyes, then opened them again, a dark color like twilight dusk appearing in his blue-black eyes.

This feeling was unusually clear and definite. He felt something in his blood stirring, clamoring to break through some forbidden shackles.

All last night, he had been dreaming about her. What do you want? What do you want. * Over the next three days, Wen Yicong continued her routine, doing rehabilitation training with Airi.

After a few days of contact, Airi had become more familiar with her. Although he still wouldn't initiate interaction with Wen Yicong, she remained confident.

She carefully recorded every small change and every gratifying progress of the child. That evening. After the day's session ended, Master Heng arrived on time to take Airi to his regular sensory integration exercise class.

After safely handing the child over to the butler, Wen Yicong puffed out her cheeks and let out a long breath. Returning to her room, she collapsed onto the soft big bed, took out her phone, and prepared to play a game to relax.

But just as she tapped the game icon, a WeChat notification sounded. Ding— Wen Yicong glanced at the screen. The sender was noted in her contacts as 'Su Wanxin.' Su Wanxin was Wen Yicong's high school friend, now working at a fashion magazine in Jinghai.

She had a lively and outgoing personality, a social butterfly. Su Wanxin: [What are you doing, sis?] Wen Yicong yawned and replied lazily: [Just finished work, lying around.]

Su Wanxin: [Long night, it's boring to be alone. Want to go out? There are handsome guys~] [Evil grin] Wen Yicong: [?] Su Wanxin: [Height 188cm, works at a securities company, bright future, fitness enthusiast, chest muscles, abs, V-line, giving you a different sense of security!]

Then Su Wanxin sent a candid photo: the background was a bar, a guy facing sideways in a casual suit, looking down at his phone. Although the lighting was dim and blurry, you could still see his clear jawline, high nose bridge, clean and refreshing.

He was a handsome guy. Wen Yicong looked at the photo twice and thought the boy was indeed good-looking, so she replied with a thumbs-up emoji.

Su Wanxin: [Hehehe] Su Wanxin: [I guessed he's your type. This guy is a friend of Xu Fei, doesn't mess around, no bad habits.

How about it, come out and get to know him?] Wen Yicong realized Su Wanxin was trying to set her up, found it amusing, and teased back: [I don't have matchmaker fees for you, why are you so enthusiastic?]

Su Wanxin: [Oh, you have nothing to do tonight anyway, come out and have some fun! Balance work and rest, work efficiency will be higher!]

Wen Yicong couldn't refuse, and on second thought, Su Wanxin's 'balance work and rest' theory made some sense. She had been living in the estate for several days without going out once, and it was indeed quite stifling.

After thinking for a few seconds, Wen Yicong replied: [OK. Where?] Su Wanxin sent an address. It was a quiet bar called 'Queen Bee Bar' in the city center.

Half an hour later, Wen Yicong put on light makeup, changed into a soft cream-colored knit sweater and slim-fit jeans, and prepared to go. After all, she was living at the employer's house, so it was basic etiquette to say hello before going out.

So she found the butler Master Heng and informed him that she was going out to meet friends. After hearing this, Master Heng wore his standard kind smile and said, 'Okay, Teacher Wen.

I'll arrange a car for you right away.' Wen Yicong was taken aback and quickly waved her hand to refuse: 'No need, Master Heng, I can just take a taxi, it's very convenient.' Master Heng's smile didn't fade, but his attitude was quite insistent: 'The Nanjiao area is sparsely populated, and after dark you can't see a single figure.

It's inconvenient and unsafe for you to call a car. Most importantly, the master specifically instructed before leaving that you must be provided with a dedicated car for your trips to ensure your safety.

If Teacher Wen insists on refusing, you'll be making things difficult for me.' '...' Master Heng's words surprised Wen Yicong; she was stunned. So it was Mo Shaoshang's instruction...

She hadn't expected that the employer, who seemed cold and distant, could be so considerate and thoughtful? Wen Yicong pondered.

Unable to find a suitable reason to refuse, she thought it over and finally nodded in agreement, saying sincerely, 'Then I'll trouble you, Master Heng.' The black Rolls-Royce sped smoothly through the night. Soon, the car arrived at the entrance of the 'Queen Bee Bar' in the city center.

'Thank you,' Wen Yicong said sincerely to the driver, and before getting out, she told him, 'I'll call you when I'm about to finish, you don't need to wait here.' The driver, well-trained, smiled and nodded: 'Got it, Teacher Wen.' Wen Yicong waved and turned to leave. * Inside the Queen Bee Bar.

The overhead light was dim and lazy, the air filled with the scent of alcohol and a faint aroma of incense. A folk singer was humming softly in the corner of the stage, the atmosphere soothing.

The moment a light-colored figure appeared at the entrance, it was like a beam of dazzling bright soft light injected into this slightly dim world. Almost everyone in the bar noticed, their gazes involuntarily drawn.

In the booth near the back, Su Wanxin and the others also looked over. They saw Wen Yicong dressed in light-colored clothes, her slightly curly long hair draped over her shoulders, only light makeup on her face, yet it made her skin look like snow and her features like a painting.

She had a naturally gentle temperament, like a night pearl, with a soft halo, clear and bright, colliding with the bar's ambiguous atmosphere, so clean that it was hard to look away. Yet her appearance was also gorgeous and dazzling, with long, thick eyelashes and naturally red lips.

Two completely different qualities blended together, creating a strikingly beautiful impact. 'Nongnong!' Su Wanxin waved her arm happily, calling, 'Come!' Wen Yicong followed the sound and saw Su Wanxin and her boyfriend Xu Fei, along with three unfamiliar men beside them.

The combination of handsome men and beautiful women was very eye-catching, sitting there very pleasing to the eye. A smile appeared on her lips, and she walked over.

Su Wanxin immediately took Wen Yicong's arm and said enthusiastically, 'Let me introduce everyone, this is Teacher Wen Yicong, a special education expert, really awesome!' Wen Yicong was embarrassed by her friend's praise, gently patted her, then gracefully greeted everyone: 'Hello.' The men's eyes were full of admiration; it took them a few seconds to come back to their senses, and they hurriedly responded, 'Hello, Teacher Wen, sit, sit!' Wen Yicong sat down and chatted quietly with Su Wanxin.

Before long, a young man in a black casual suit raised his glass to Wen Yicong, smiled brightly, and introduced himself, 'Hello, Teacher Wen, I've heard a lot about you. My name is Jiang Shu.' Wen Yicong raised her eyes and recognized him as the guy in Su Wanxin's photo.

Up close, he was indeed outstanding, with thick black eyebrows, bright eyes, and a sunny and refreshing aura, showing a row of white teeth when he smiled. She curved her lips and returned a polite smile: 'Hello, Mr.

Jiang.' Su Wanxin's boyfriend Xu Fei was a businessman, running a chain of fitness centers, and had many friends. Coincidentally, Su Wanxin's greatest hobby in life was being a matchmaker, keen on finding partners for her friends within her boyfriend's social circle.

At tonight's gathering, seeing that Jiang Shu was young and promising and good-looking, she immediately thought of her long-single best friend Wen Yicong. Jiang Shu took the initiative to chat with Wen Yicong.

Through conversation, Wen Yicong learned that this sunny handsome guy worked at a top domestic securities company, was 28 years old, and his parents were both professors at Jinghai University. Truly a scholarly family with a wealthy background.

Jiang Shu clearly had a good impression of Wen Yicong; his gaze stayed on her throughout the conversation, and he even asked to add her on WeChat. Wen Yicong found Jiang Shu articulate and gentle, and had a good impression of him too.

So, with the mindset of making more friends, she took out her phone and added him. Around 11:30 PM, the atmosphere in the bar grew even more lively.

After learning that Wen Yicong liked Wong Kar-wai's movies, Jiang Shu thought for a moment and naturally steered the conversation toward 'In the Mood for Love.' As they were chatting, ding ding ding, ding ding ding. The phone in Wen Yicong's bag suddenly rang.

She took it out and saw that the caller ID was an unfamiliar number without a saved name, but these digits... seemed somewhat familiar? Wen Yicong was suspicious.

Half a second later, she smiled apologetically at the group, turned slightly away, and answered. Sliding to answer, the earpiece was cold and silent, a stark contrast to the noise around her.

Wen Yicong softly tested, 'Hello?' The next second, a highly recognizable voice came through, low and cool, calmly throwing out a question: 'Have you finished your work, Teacher Wen?' As the words landed, Wen Yicong's heart skipped a beat, and she instantly identified the owner of the voice.

Completely instinctively, she straightened her back, sat up straight, and replied in a low, surprised voice, '...Mr. Mo?

Hello, hello. It's so late, is there something you need to call me about?' There was a second of silence on the other end, then that voice struck her fragile eardrum again.

Mo Shaoshang said, 'I landed in Jinghai an hour ago, and now I'm at the entrance of the Queen Bee Bar.' '...' Wen Yicong's eyes widened, completely stunned, her mind blank. It took her several seconds to ask blankly, 'You, you're at the bar entrance... what for?' 'Waiting for you.' Author's note: ---------------------- Momo: Baby isn't being very good today. ———— Continuing with red envelopes for everyone~