Back then, Mo Qingyan, the head of the prestigious Mo Family in Bei Cheng, suddenly fell gravely ill, leaving numerous renowned physicians helpless.
The favored son of heaven had fallen from grace just like that.
These wealthy families tended to be somewhat superstitious.
Hearing that the abbot of a small temple tucked away in a remote corner was quite remarkable, Mo Qingyan decided to pay a visit.
By then, his legs had already begun to stiffen, but with the support of a cane, he could still walk slowly.
And then, he met Zuo Yang, the love of his life…
“Old bald donkey?” Zuo Yang came to her senses. “Is it Abbot Liao Wu?”
After saying this, she laughed.
It seemed she had a special connection with monks.
Mo Qingyan snapped out of his thoughts. “Mm.”
He had just dreamed of the old bald donkey, which naturally reminded him that there were still some matters to attend to.
The man’s elegant fingers gently played with the girl’s soft hair. “Come with me.”
“Okay.”
…
The summer cicadas chirped, and even the wind felt scorching.
After several hours of smooth driving, the car finally came to a stop at the foot of a mountain.
Looking at the familiar scene before her, Zuo Yang once again felt as if a lifetime had passed.
Back then, her mother had also heard that the temple here was very efficacious and brought her here to pray to the Buddha just before she was about to take the Gaokao.
Zuo Yang remembered every detail of that day clearly.
After praying, her mother went to buy her a protective talisman, and she waited under a large tree.
Though the temple was small, it was bustling with worshippers.
People came and went, praying with devout hearts. It was lively, but also a bit noisy.
Zuo Yang had been feeling a little bored when suddenly, a tall and imposing figure appeared in her line of sight.
The man was walking with great difficulty, leaning on a cane.
Perhaps he hadn’t noticed a raised stone slab under his feet, and his already unsteady foot caught on it.
His whole body began to sway, and just as he was about to fall, Zuo Yang dashed over like a sprinter and caught him in time, letting out a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness, he didn’t fall.
As she looked up to ask if he was okay, her eyes met his as he glanced down at her.
Their gazes locked.
In that moment, Zuo Yang was stunned—stunned by the man’s breathtaking beauty!
Wow!
This person is so good-looking.
Beneath a head of fluffy, soft hair was a face so captivating and strikingly handsome, every inch of it seemed meticulously carved by the Creator.
His skin was so pale it appeared almost translucent.
His thin lips were somewhat pale, adding a touch of delicate, sickly beauty.
Dressed in simple casual wear, he couldn’t conceal his noble elegance, yet there was a youthful approachability about him.
The sunlight bathed him, as if casting a faint halo around him, making him look almost unreal.
The most peerless beauty in the mortal world.
As these five words drifted through her mind, they were followed by the unusually intense beating of Zuo Yang’s heart in her chest.
How did that saying go?
At first sight, it felt like ten thousand years had passed.
She finally understood the meaning of those words.
This was the first meeting between the 18-year-old Zuo Yang and the 24-year-old Mo Qingyan.
And Mo Qingyan’s first impression of Zuo Yang was: Whose child is this?
She really did seem young.
At that time, Zuo Yang was still a petite girl, standing only 158 cm tall—small in every way.
Her face still bore the baby fat that hadn’t yet faded. Beneath her thick, curly eyelashes were naturally smiling eyes, incredibly clear and strikingly bright.
With rosy lips and pearly white teeth, her skin was so tender it seemed as if one could squeeze water from it.
Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, slightly messy on top with a stray strand sticking up. With a backpack slung over her shoulders, she truly looked like a child.
Watching the small arm that had been supporting him tremble from the strain, then glancing at those short little legs—the very ones that had just carried their owner sprinting to him—Mo Qingyan could no longer hold back a soft chuckle.
When Yu Ning arrived with Abbot Liao Wu, they saw Mo Qingyan laughing so joyfully.
Yu Ning’s eyes welled up with tears.
Ever since the CEO fell ill with an incurable disease, his temperament had turned gloomy and irritable. When had he ever smiled like this?
“Amitabha.”
At that moment, Abbot Liao Wu approached Mo Qingyan and Zuo Yang, his aged face creased with a kindly smile.
“Mr. Mo, this girl is your Destined Noble Daughter. She is your vitality. With her by your side, she can ward off disasters and ensure your safety throughout life.”
Yu Ning was overjoyed: “Abbot, is this true?”
“Amitabha. Those who have left the household do not speak falsehoods.”
Mo Qingyan seemed to snap out of his daze. He looked at the little one beside him: “Child, what do you think?”
Yu Ning’s eyelids twitched, puzzled why his CEO would use such an almost gentle tone to ask.
Given his CEO’s temperament, if there was even a sliver of hope for recovery, he would seize it without hesitation—even if it meant taking by force.
Moreover, the CEO had grown increasingly gloomy and irritable lately, rarely displaying such calm.
Suddenly, Yu Ning understood.
Could it be because this girl before them was the CEO’s Destined Noble Daughter that he had suddenly become “better”?
Zuo Yang processed the old monk’s words and glanced at the “world’s most peerless” man leaning on a cane.
“You’re sick, right?”
The moment Zuo Yang’s milky voice rang out, Mo Qingyan felt an electric current run down his spine, leaving him tingling and numb.
“Mm,” he replied, then inexplicably added, “The doctors say it’s incurable.”
Then he saw the child furrow her delicate brows: “So the monk means I’m your noble daughter? As long as I’m by your side, you’ll be fine?”
Mo Qingyan didn’t answer. He glanced at the abbot.
Abbot Liao Wu, who had been directly addressed as “monk,” didn’t seem offended and maintained his smile: “Young lady, this monk has never been wrong in his divinations.”
Zuo Yang nodded upon hearing this: “Okay, I’m willing.”
“Child, do you really understand? The monk just said ‘long companionship.’”
“I understand,” Zuo Yang blinked, then turned to the abbot. “But I still have to go to school. I can’t be with you every moment. Will that be a problem?”
“Amitabha, it won’t be a major issue, but staying together as much as possible is best.”
“Oh, then…”
Mo Qingyan simply watched as the little girl and the old monk went back and forth, chattering about all sorts of things.
After a while, the little girl stretched out her hand to him.
That small hand was pale and luminous like scallion stems, with adorable pink-tipped fingers. Her milky voice rippled with laughter:
“Hello, I’m Zuo Yang. Please take care of me from now on.”
“Why? We’re just strangers who met.” Mo Qingyan looked at that small hand, wanting to grasp it, but his own hand hanging at his side refused to lift.
Yu Ning, standing nearby, was nearly frantic with impatience.
Ah, what’s wrong with the CEO? Hurry and shake her hand
Listening to Mo Qingyan’s words, the young girl’s earlobes flushed as red as fluffy clouds, resembling dewy little cherries: “Mm, because from the very first moment I saw you, I felt like I’d known you for ten thousand years! Isn’t that reason enough for me to agree?”
Mo Qingyan simply gazed quietly at this girl who was shy yet remarkably forthright without affectation.
The tip of his nose caught the milky fragrance of her scent.
Mo Qingyan heard the thunderous pounding of his own racing heartbeat.
He suddenly asked: “Little one, how old are you?”
“Hmm? I’m 18 years old.”
The man suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness, she’s an adult.
Otherwise he’d almost have considered himself a beast.
Little one, what a coincidence – when I first saw you, I too felt like I’d known you for ten thousand years.
In this moment, something called destiny began flowing imperceptibly between them…