Afterwards, feeling heavy-hearted, Qian Chengfeng had his driver take him back to one of his villas.
The villa is located in the suburbs, in a quiet and peaceful environment with fresh air.
After entering the villa, Qian Chengfeng went to a room on the second floor.
The room is filled with photos of his mother, each one capturing her smiles and expressions at different times.
Qian Chengfeng sat quietly on the sofa, his gaze fixed on the photos on the wall, as if he could feel his mother's warmth and love.
"Mom, I met someone today who looks a lot like you, but not as gentle as you..."
Qian Chengfeng spoke to his mother's photo in a low, hoarse voice, tinged with sorrow and longing.
He gently stroked the photo, his eyes filled with longing and remembrance for his mother.
The princess's eyes, nose, and the mole on her nose were exactly the same as Qian Chengfeng's mother's, which made him extremely surprised and flustered when he met the princess.
For twenty years, he had relied on these photos to imagine what his mother looked like when she was alive, and today, he finally saw someone who looked so much like his mother.
"Mom, I miss you so much. If only you were still here."
Qian Chengfeng's eyes gradually moistened, and tears slid down his cheeks.
He silently looked at the photo, recalling the moments he spent with his mother when he was a child, his heart filled with emotion and sadness.
Qian Chengfeng knew that no matter what, his mother had left him, but he would always remember her love and care.
He believes that his mother is watching over him from heaven, giving him strength and courage.
"Mom, my brother and I are fine, so don't worry. I promise I won't let you down. I'll get revenge for you soon."
Qian Chengfeng took a deep breath, wiped away his tears, and stood up.
He decided to turn this longing into motivation and continue to strive.
After leaving the room, Qian Chengfeng went straight to the study.
He sat at his desk, picked up his phone, and dialed a number: "Check the information on that woman from today."
"Yes, President." A respectful male voice came from the other end of the phone.
Not long after, the princess's information was delivered to Qian Chengfeng.
Looking at the information, Qian Chengfeng's brows furrowed: "I didn't expect him to be an artist, and a top agent at Fu's, who actually went to manage a newcomer..."
He muttered to himself as he flipped through the documents in his hands.
The next day, the princess sent Qian Chengfeng a message, and the two quickly confirmed the time and place to meet.
When they met again, the princess was wearing a mask and glasses, covering herself up completely.
"Mr. Qian, I'm so sorry, I soiled your clothes yesterday." The first thing the princess said to Qian Chengfeng was to apologize.
Qian Chengfeng looked at the fully armed woman in front of him and couldn't help but feel a little displeased.
In this way, he would not be able to see her face clearly.
However, he didn't show much emotion, simply saying, "It's nothing."
"Which brand of shirts do you like? Shall we go there?" the princess asked gently.
However, Qian Chengfeng frowned and said in a somewhat displeased tone, "Take off your mask and glasses."
The princess paused for a moment, then quickly explained, "Okay, I'm sorry, I was just worried about being photographed, it wouldn't be good for you."
But she obediently took off her mask and glasses, revealing her delicate and charming face.
Qian Chengfeng said calmly, "I'll handle it."
The princess replied with a forced smile, "Yes, okay."
In reality, the princess didn't have a very good impression of Qian Chengfeng. She just wanted to resolve the shirt issue as soon as possible and never have any contact with him again.
Qian Chengfeng strode ahead, while the princess followed cautiously behind. The two entered a men's clothing store together.
As soon as the store manager saw Qian Chengfeng enter, he immediately greeted him warmly and decided without hesitation to close the store to serve them exclusively.
"Go and choose for me," Qian Chengfeng said, turning his head and staring at the princess.
"Me?" The princess pointed at herself with a finger in surprise and asked with wide eyes.
Qian Chengfeng replied coldly, "Who else? Wasn't it you who dirtied my shirt?"
"Yes, um, okay." The princess responded obediently, her voice carrying a hint of gentleness and submissiveness.
She began to carefully select a shirt, but surprisingly, she did not choose the classic white shirt, but instead ingeniously chose a mysterious and understated black shirt.
"Mr. Qian, this suits you well." The princess asked, holding the black shirt in her hand, her gaze focused and expectant.
She seemed to have complete confidence in her judgment and also hoped to gain Qian Chengfeng's approval and affirmation.
Qian Chengfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and casually glanced at the black shirt.
He then replied casually, "Just wrap it up."
His tone was very nonchalant, as if it were just a trivial little decision.
Then, Qian Chengfeng continued, "Pick a few more for me."
These words were like a command, making the princess feel an invisible pressure.
But she maintained her smile, nodded in agreement, and turned back to selecting clothes.
Qian Chengfeng watched the busy princess and occasionally asked for his opinion on the clothes.
For some reason, he felt a little dazed, as if he were seeing the scene of his mother choosing clothes for him when he was a child.
At that moment, he realized that the princess not only looked like his mother, but also had some similar mannerisms.
In fact, rather than saying that Qian Chengfeng was looking at clothes, it would be more accurate to say that he was searching for the deep-seated maternal love in the princess's heart.
This feeling made him fall into deep thought, and he also began to pay attention to the princess's every move.
Over the next few days, Qian Chengfeng and the princess visited several shops together.
At each store, they would select clothes of different styles and colors.
The princess carefully selected items for Qian Chengfeng, while Qian Chengfeng silently observed her.
Finally, they even picked out shoes and accessories.
Throughout the entire process, the princess maintained a smile and patiently helped Qian Chengfeng choose clothes.
However, after wearing high heels for a long time, her feet were already covered in blisters, but she dared not complain at all.
Because she was the one who got her clothes dirty, and her grandfather couldn't afford to offend the other party.
During this process, the princess gradually realized that Qian Chengfeng was not as difficult to get along with as the rumors suggested.
Although his requirements are quite high, as long as you take the time to understand his preferences, you can still meet his needs.
So she worked even harder to pick out suitable clothes for Qian Chengfeng, hoping to gain his approval so she could finish picking them out and go home as soon as possible.
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