Mo Qingyan didn’t voice his thoughts aloud, instead grasping that adorable little hand.
Soft and supple, delicate and tender.
How could someone look just like a sweet, fluffy little cake?
It truly made him feel a long-lost sense of joy.
“I’m Mo Qingyan, little one. Looking forward to working with you from now on.”
The man’s clear, crisp voice was utterly captivating too.
How could such a peerless treasure in this world ever come to harm!
Zuo Yang planted her small hands on her hips, chin lifted high, looking utterly triumphant!
“Don’t be afraid, Mo Qingyan! I’m here! I’ll definitely ward off all your misfortunes and disasters, bringing you boundless blessings and longevity like the eternal mountains and seas!”
Even the always composed Abbot Liao Wu couldn’t maintain his expression upon hearing this, his composure cracking: No, no, young lady! Is this really the direction you should be taking?!
Yu Ning simply couldn’t hold back, bursting into laughter.
When he glanced at his boss again—wow, the corners of his mouth were curved so high he’d practically been hooked into a permanent smile!
This monk truly didn’t deceive me!
This little one really is the boss’s Destined Noble Daughter!
Yu Ning was already mentally calculating how many more zeros to add to their temple donation.
Later, Zuo Yang’s mother Zuo Ying returned.
Upon hearing that her daughter had suddenly become this complete stranger’s Destined Noble Daughter who needed to stay by his side constantly, Zuo Ying exploded.
How could her precious daughter have encountered fraud in such a short time she was away?!
Seeing her dear mother about to erupt, Zuo Yang immediately pulled her aside.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart! Mom will go reason with that old bald donkey! What nonsense about a noble daughter! Pah!”
“Don’t be angry, Mom! It doesn’t matter whether the monk is telling the truth or not.”
“Why?”
“Because Mo Qingyan is absolutely stunning! Just looking at his face is enough to make me forget about eating. Mom, do you understand love at first sight? That’s how I feel about Mo Qingyan.”
Zuo Ying: “…”
“And what if the monk isn’t lying? Otherwise, this temple wouldn’t have such thriving incense offerings. If I really am Mo Qingyan’s noble daughter who can ensure his lifelong smooth sailing, that would be a good deed too. Haven’t you always taught me since childhood to find joy in helping others?”
Zuo Ying: “…”
This “joy in helping others” wasn’t supposed to involve sacrificing her precious daughter!
And to some pig who appeared out of nowhere, no less!
A man who uses crutches and sits in a wheelchair at that!
Not that she had any prejudice, but what mother in this world wouldn’t want her daughter to have a good home?
Even if not marrying into wealth and privilege, at least someone healthy, kind-hearted, and hardworking.
Pah! What good is a destination? What marriage? We’re not even at that stage yet!
While listening to her baby’s chatter, Zuo Ying sized up Mo Qingyan.
Ahem, though she had to admit the young man wasn’t bad-looking.
Mo Qingyan didn’t know what the little one was saying to her mother, only seeing the child pressed close to her mother, chattering away.
And from time to time, the child’s mother would turn to scrutinize him with evaluating eyes.
The great man who had never known nervousness found himself unconsciously straightening his posture under such gazes.
“Boss, should I go talk to them?” Yu Ning worried the young girl couldn’t handle it, sweating with anxiety. “Money isn’t an issue as long as the girl’s mother agrees.”
This young girl might be the boss’s only hope, and Yu Ning definitely wouldn’t let this opportunity slip away.
With just one glance, he could tell this mother and daughter came from modest circumstances, thinking money would be the quickest solution.
“Money?” Mo Qingyan’s gaze turned icy. “Yu Ning, do you have a death wish?”
To mention money to a mother who clearly adores her daughter? Do you believe she wouldn’t directly grab a knife and come at you?
Yu Ning: “?”
“Push me over there, and remember to keep your mouth shut.”
“Ah, yes!”
Yu Ning pushed Mo Qingyan, who was seated in a wheelchair, over to the mother and daughter.
Zuo Ying stood with her arms crossed, her expression still stern, watching Mo Qingyan warily as if guarding against a wolf.
Mo Qingyan noticed the child hidden behind her mother playfully winking at him and immediately understood: the child had nearly convinced her mother. The rest depended on his performance.
A slight smile tugged at Mo Qingyan’s lips as he looked at Zuo Ying, his attitude displaying unprecedented respect.
After all, the word “respect” had always been something others showed him.
“Auntie, hello, I’m Mo Qingyan.”
Mo Qingyan carefully explained his physical condition to Zuo Ying.
Hearing that the man suffered from an incurable disease and had no choice but to place his last hope in divine intervention, Zuo Ying felt somewhat moved.
“Auntie, rest assured, I would never force the child to do anything against her will. By my side, she will remain free—I would never overstep any boundaries with her. I will only strive to give her the very best. Although the doctors cannot specify an exact timeframe, I likely don’t have long to live. After I pass, I will arrange everything for her future and ensure she never suffers.”
In truth, how could Mo Qingyan completely believe what Abbot Liao Wu had said?
The doctors had declared his condition incurable, stating he would die soon. Could the presence of the Destined Noble Daughter really change this predetermined fate?
Yet, he genuinely liked this child. Just like when he had inexplicably told her about his incurable illness, perhaps he had hoped to appeal to her sympathy and persuade her to stay by his side.
Unexpectedly, upon hearing his words “after I die,” the little girl, who had been sheltered behind her mother, pouted, bypassed her mother, and came directly to his side.
Her small, milky voice trembled with sorrow: “With me here, you won’t die. You’ll live a long, long life… If the monk lied, I’ll… I’ll burn down his temple! I’ll cry in front of him every day and pluck out all his beard!”
Abbot Liao Wu, standing not far away: “…”
He instinctively protected his beard.
Mo Qingyan’s heart softened instantly, but he remained still and silent, his gaze fixed on Zuo Ying.
After a long while, Zuo Ying finally relented.
“I agree, but only because I don’t want to see my daughter upset.” What Zuo Ying left unsaid was that she had also been moved by Mo Qingyan’s sincerity.
“Thank you…” Mo Qingyan lowered his eyes to look at the little one crouching before him.
With such a kind and pure-hearted child, how could her mother not be soft-hearted as well?
Having gained the mother’s approval, he could finally touch her.
His slender, well-defined fingers gently tugged at the stray hair standing upright on the little girl’s head, then tenderly patted her fluffy hair.
He had wanted to do this earlier.
Yu Ning simply watched the scene unfold.
He had never seen the CEO humble himself like this before anyone.
It had always been others who flattered and fawned over his CEO.
Wait, could it be that the CEO has feelings for the little girl?
Does the so-called Destined Noble Daughter also include love at first sight?
No, that can’t be possible, right?
But seeing the CEO being so gentle with the young lady, Yu Ning began to doubt herself again.
Ah, could it be…
Has her CEO, who has always kept his distance from women and is known as the “Gua Wang” by the outside world, truly experienced Tieshu Kaihua?
Only Liao Wu, the abbot standing nearby, gradually grew solemn.
His gaze fell upon Mo Qingyan and Zuo Yang.
Amitabha, as a monk, I do not speak falsehoods. With this Destined Noble Daughter by his side, she will surely protect him from calamities and disasters.
However, while she is his salvation, he is her tribulation…