Extra: Moli & Yuzhi (Part 1)
Winter 2013.
Heavy snow.
I was born into the Mo family, one of the eight great families in the capital. Ever since I can remember, I've been told the most that I'm the legitimate and sole heir to the Mo family. My mother died young, and my father had high hopes for me, so he was very strict with me.
When I was able to speak, my family hired language teachers from various countries, including French, English, and German.
He was able to give speeches at the age of five.
At the age of seven, he gave a solo piano concert.
My daily study schedule is very full, and apart from three meals and sleep, I rarely have any free time. However, I can still breathe a sigh of relief because I have a pair of grandparents who love me very much.
They held me in their hands.
Considered the apple of her eye.
Every year they throw a grand birthday party for me, thanking heaven for giving me birth into the Mohist family, their most precious gift. This year was no exception, and the bustling crowds filled the air with a silent spectacle.
I am ten years old.
She dresses much more maturely than girls of the same age.
My father said an heir should look like an heir: steady, generous, dignified and elegant. Princess dresses, pearl hairpins and pigtails are all a waste of time.
I went to social events with my father.
Learn to speak to people around you in his polite and cold official tone.
The elders all praised me for being sensible and capable.
Said I was like a little adult.
The dinner lasted until 10:30. After seeing off the last guest, I stroked my face, which had become a little stiff with smile. The butler came to take me to the presidential suite to open the gifts. I wasn't too interested; they were just jewelry, designer bags, and watches.
My favorite gifts are those from my grandparents.
A pink skirt.
So beautiful.
I hid it from my father.
However, tonight I received an unexpected gift. Just as I was about to turn back to the banquet hall, I caught a glimpse of a figure under a street lamp in the distance, where snow was falling.
This is the first time I met Yu Zhi.
He fell in the snow.
Very weak.
When he looked at me with those deep, phoenix-like eyes, I felt my heart skip a beat. A broken yet resilient beauty emanated from every inch of his skin, seeping through his eyes into every cell of my body.
This was also the first time I argued with my father.
Disobey him.
Despite his firm opposition, I was determined to keep Yuzhi.
When I fainted after three days of hunger strike and was admitted to the hospital, my father compromised. He nodded, asked the housekeeper to go to the police station to register the population, and adopted the tall, thin and cold boy I picked up on a snowy night.
…
New Year’s Eve 2014.
Yu Zhi has been at home for three months.
He is still as quiet as when he first came. No matter how I tease him, he won't laugh. But I like him very much, for no reason.
He is six years older than me.
He is much taller than me.
To talk to him, you have to stand two steps up to see the top of his head.
I asked him what he ate to grow so well, and if he could give me some, I'd eat some too. But he ignored me and just kept reminding me to drink milk in the morning and evening, and to go to bed and get up early.
I gave him half of the New Year's money I received on New Year's Eve.
He confiscated it.
I put it back next to my pillow while I was sleeping.
My study schedule during the day was too full, so I wanted to stay up late, because at night I would not have the private teacher my father hired to follow me every moment, and the night time was entirely mine.
After Yuzhi came, he often urged me to go to bed.
He told me stories.
So many fairy tales I have never heard of.
I like him more and more.
…
Spring 2015.
My father wants me to study abroad.
I was reluctant and a little bit resistant to leaving the land where I grew up, but I knew I couldn't refuse the order my father had given me.
Fortunately, Yu Zhi will accompany me.
I'm not so lost anymore.
I am not alone even though I am far away in a foreign country.
…
Early Fall 2021.
Yu Zhi has always been with me during my six years in London.
We study together.
Together we went to Moshi’s subsidiary for internship.
He's a fast learner, incredibly talented, and quick to grasp many things. He helps me solve problems at school and work, and he takes care of every detail of my life.
Do the math.
It has been eight years since the night I found him.
Thousands of days and nights.
As long as he's around, I can adapt to any unfamiliar environment. Similarly, if he's not around, I can't stay in even the most familiar streets and cities.
I returned to Beijing in the autumn of that year.
My father handed over all the entertainment companies under the Mo Group to me, and also applied for a journalism degree for me at Peking University, so that I could try my hand at these subsidiaries first.
On the day of registration, Yuzhi sent me to the school gate.
He was highly capable and obedient, having long since gained my father's trust and joined the Mo Group headquarters. Although he was still a vice president, he was responsible for most of the business.
He is very busy.
But still put my business first.
I met my first friend in life at school. Her name was Shi Yin. I heard from others that she was the unfavored second daughter of the Shi family, with an unlucky fate and a disaster star.
so.
No one in her department wanted to share a dormitory with her.
She was like a ball, being kicked from the School of Design to the School of Foreign Languages, and then through several majors, finally ending up in the School of Journalism and Communication, which had fewer students.
The moment I heard the school leader say this, I chose her.
The facts prove it.
My choice was right.
God knows how stunning I was when I saw her for the first time at the door of my dormitory. She was so beautiful, like the glacier in the sun that Yuzhi and I saw when we were skiing on Mount Everest, pure white, clean and beautiful, with a hint of light.
“Snap!”
The diary accidentally fell to the ground.
Before she had even finished reading the page, Molly quickly bent down to pick it up. She carefully dusted the paper, carefully closed the book, and put it in the drawer.
She glanced at the clock on the wall.
It's almost eleven o'clock.
Moli tilted her head, looking countless times at the tree-lined avenue in the dark night. Still no sign of a car. He hadn't returned yet. There was a knock on the door, and the babysitter came in and said, "Ma'am, my husband just called and said he's working overtime tonight and won't be home."
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