Chapter Thirty-Seven
The huge airport was bustling with people coming and going, and noisy all the time.
Mo Wansheng sat quietly in a corner of the VIP lounge, feeling a tightness in her chest that was hard to dispel.
She hadn't intended to look at her phone, but her fingertips defied her will, and she opened Weibo again.
Half an hour ago, the trending topic that was gaining momentum has now disappeared without a trace, and you can't even find a trace of it.
After seeing this trending topic, the company's public relations department immediately notified Huo Yuzheng.
And the post was quickly removed.
He never expected that going to the airport to pick someone up would turn into such a big misunderstanding.
Huo Yuzheng did indeed go to the airport to meet with the investor he had reached an agreement with—the chairman of the Qin Group—as scheduled.
His daughter, Qin Zinan, planned to travel with her father.
However, due to unforeseen circumstances, the chairman had an emergency meeting, so Qin Zinan returned on her own.
What was originally a routine business pick-up turned into the absurd and dramatic story that Mo Wansheng saw on her phone, thanks to the amplification of various media outlets.
Lu Yizhi was not mistaken at the airport; Huo Yuzheng was indeed picking him up through the VIP lane.
He had met Qin Zinan a few times before, and out of politeness to the investor, he exchanged a few words with her.
After Huo Yuzheng helped Qin Zinan into the car, he did not leave in the same car as her.
He only turned on his phone after seeing Qin Zinan off.
Several updates from the company's public relations department regarding the progress and status of handling the trending topics.
Lu Yizhi had a bunch of missed calls.
And a message sent by Mo Wansheng.
"I'm already on my way back, I'll be back soon."
"I'm so sorry for the delay."
There was no response after the message was sent.
Huo Yuzheng dialed Mo Wansheng's number, but no one answered.
He opened Lu Yizhi's exploding message board, frowned slightly, and glanced at it from top to bottom.
I roughly understand what happened.
So he called Lu Yizhi.
"Hey! You finally answered the phone!"
Huo Yuzheng's voice was cold and imposing, "What's going on?"
"Brother, how dare you even ask what happened? What's wrong with you? Why are you, a married man, talking nonsense with someone else?"
The call was abruptly disconnected.
The car was still waiting at the red light, and the red numbers stirred his anxious heart.
Huo Yuzheng reopened his phone and dialed Mo Wansheng's number again.
However, it was still busy.
She ignored him.
I made several more calls in succession.
There was no response.
He couldn't get home right away, and he didn't know what her situation was.
Huo Yuzheng pondered for a moment and then took out the backup phone.
He sent a message to Mo Wansheng using the alias "Blueberry Cake".
His finger hovered over the phone screen, pondering repeatedly.
After hesitating for a long time, I finally typed out a line of text.
"Are we going to have dinner with him later? How's it going?"
When Mo Wansheng saw her phone screen light up again, she assumed it was Huo Yuzheng calling again.
She was getting impatient and was about to turn off her phone.
My droopy eyes glanced at the latest news on my phone screen, and I didn't expect it to be "blueberry cake".
A long sigh echoed through the air.
The screen was unlocked again.
She opened the chat window, her heart filled with unspeakable bitterness, and replied to "Blueberry Cake" with a few short words.
Feeling irritable, she didn't want to talk to anyone.
"Not very good."
The reply "blueberry cake" quickly popped up.
"What's wrong? You don't sound like you're in a good mood. Did something happen? I'd like to listen if you'd like."
Mo Wansheng felt a lump in her throat; the online friend she had never met noticed her emotions even faster than her legal husband.
Although Huo Yuzheng sent her a message saying he was coming back, he didn't explain what she really cared about.
"It's nothing really, I'm just not in a good mood."
"Thank you for your concern. After chatting with you for a bit, I don't seem so unhappy anymore."
After sending these messages, Mo Wansheng finally turned off her phone.
At this moment, she longs for the quiet of being alone.
Airport announcements echoed through the hall, broadcasting the latest flight information in both Chinese and English.
She leaned back on the soft sofa, her gaze piercing through the glass, taking in the world beyond the airport.
As the last rays of twilight embraced the darkness, planes lit their navigation lights and taxied onto the runway one by one, ready to take off.
It eventually disappeared into the deepening night.
Seeing that it was almost time, she got up, picked up her backpack, and prepared to leave the VIP lounge.
A familiar voice suddenly rang out behind her.
Someone was calling her name.
It's Huo Yuzheng.
Mo Wansheng stopped in her tracks, but she didn't turn around; she strode forward.
The next second, her arm was gently pulled by a warm and strong hand.
Her body stiffened, and she tried her best to pull her hand back.
"Let go."
Seeing that Huo Yuzheng did not make any move, Mo Wansheng reached out her other hand and tried to remove the large hand from her arm.
Huo Yuzheng not only did not let go, but took another step forward.
His tall figure completely enveloped her.
"Shall we talk?"
"What are we talking about? Mr. Huo, please have some self-respect. I'm about to board the plane!" Mo Wansheng finally raised her head and met the deep black eyes in front of her.
He arrived in a hurry, and his usually neat black hair was now somewhat disheveled.
"I've checked, Mrs. Huo doesn't board for another forty-five minutes."
Clearly, he had checked the schedule for the next available flight to France before he arrived.
Mo Wansheng shouted angrily, "So what! Those forty-five minutes are also my time. I'd rather sit in a corner and space out than talk to you!"
She tried hard to shake off his hand, but he just held on tightly, showing no intention of letting go.
In that moment of stalemate, Huo Yuzheng uttered those three words, one by one.
"sorry."
Mo Wansheng stopped all her struggling movements.
She almost thought she had misheard.
The surrounding noise was completely shut out.
She stared at him blankly, at the complex emotions in his eyes that she couldn't decipher.
Exhausted, regretful, earnest.
She spoke again, "Sorry for what?"
Huo Yuzheng did not avoid her gaze. His hand loosened its grip slightly, from a tight clench to a light hold.
His fingertips unconsciously caressed the inside of her wrist, gently.
"I'm sorry," he repeated.
"Work caused us to miss our original appointment."
"And those things online, Lu Yizhi told me about them, and I'm really sorry."
He paused, then continued frankly, "What I regret even more is that I habitually deal with the problem first, instead of responding to your feelings in a timely manner."
Mo Wansheng stood there, stunned. The long string of complaints and retaliations that she had been brewing in her heart suddenly lost their purpose.
His slightly disheveled hair and travel-worn collar were completely different from the meticulous and composed Huo Yuzheng of the past.
This was the first time she had captured such clear and hurried marks on his face.
An unprecedented level of embarrassment.
His apology made no mention of the media's unfounded accusations, nor did it shift any blame onto anyone else.
Only seriously explain your own part of the problem.
Mo Wansheng gave a soft snort, and the anger in her eyes quietly disappeared.
Instead, a hint of helpless reproach appeared on her face.
Before Huo Yuzheng could discover all this, she tiptoed and left a kiss on his slightly cool cheek with her soft lips.
Huo Yuzheng subconsciously raised his hand, his fingertips lightly touching the spot where she had just kissed him. That touched territory still retained a slightly damp, soft warmth.
"So this means..." His voice tightened, "that you've forgiven me?"
Mo Wansheng had already taken a step back. She slightly raised her chin, and her eyes sparkled with a lively light once again.
"Dream on." Her tone was light, but no longer chilling. "This is an advance reward."
"A reward?" Huo Yuzheng repeated, his mind momentarily unable to keep up with her pace.
Mo Wansheng's gaze swept over his slightly wrinkled shirt, and the corners of her lips curved into a smile, "To reward our CEO Huo for his rare candor and embarrassment today."
She added haughtily, "As for whether or not I forgive you, that depends on your future behavior."
Her gaze fell on the boarding gate. "And, Mr. Huo, I really should go to the boarding gate."
"See you in France." Mo Wansheng turned around, waved to him, and walked forward with light steps.
Just as she was about to merge into the crowd, Huo Yuzheng strode up to her and gently took her wrist with his warm hand.
Mo Wansheng was slightly taken aback. Before she could react, he pulled her into his arms.
He leaned down, and instead of the light, fleeting touch Mo Wansheng had given him, he gave her a deep and lingering kiss.
He completely shut out all her unfinished words.
The hustle and bustle of the airport faded away in an instant, leaving only their intertwined breaths and rapid heartbeats in the world.
After a long while, he slowly released her, his fingertips gently stroking her slightly flushed cheeks.
Huo Yuzheng gently pressed his forehead against hers, his voice low and tender, "Have a safe journey, Mrs. Huo."
See you in France.
Mo Wansheng looked at him and gave him a faint smile.
She didn't say anything more, just nodded slightly, then turned around and walked towards the boarding gate.
Huo Yuzheng stood there, watching her figure disappear at the end of the passage until she was no longer visible.
Mo Wansheng boarded the plane safely, and while waiting for takeoff, she turned on her phone again.
As soon as I connected to the network, my phone screen crashed, filled with countless messages and missed calls.
She opened the messages she hadn't read before.
All of them were sent by Huo Yuzheng; she even felt that he wouldn't send that many messages in a year.
As the plane's cabin door was about to close, the flight attendant gently reminded passengers to turn off their electronic devices.
Mo Wansheng switched her phone to airplane mode, slowly turned her head, and looked through the small porthole at the vast airport in the darkness.
She silently murmured to herself, "See you in France, Mr. Huo."
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