CHAPTER 482: CHAPTER 298: FORMIDABLE LOVE RIVAL 1

"Come with me to a place!" Tian Xin looked at him like a stranger.

Song Xuyao was also a master at psychological tactics; he knew Tian Xin wanted to take him to see his parents, and he said, "I won’t go!"

"Song Xuyao, have you had enough? They’re your biological parents after all, and mom’s loss of you was an accident. No one would want to lose their own child! Why won’t you go see them? Whatever grudges between you and me, they are not our parents’ fault!" Tian Xin burst into anger on the spot.

Song Xuyao, however, responded indifferently: "You think too much; it’s not that I don’t want to see them, it’s just that, they’re not as important as Chenxi!"

In his eyes, nothing was more important than revenge.

If Gu Qingchen and Zhuo Yufeng had set up their surveillance here, then Qin Shan would definitely come. Song Xuyao wouldn’t be human if he didn’t kill Qin Shan to avenge Chenxi!

Tian Xin said angrily, "You probably won’t see Qin Shan in a moment’s notice. Do you think he’s a fool? Knowing you have surveillance here, would he still come? Seeing your parents will only take a moment! If you are willing to give them a few minutes, they have been missing you for a lifetime! Song Xuyao, must you be such a cold-blooded and ruthless man? If Chenxi knew this side of you, would she still love you?"

But no matter what Tian Xin said, Song Xuyao was unmoved; he was determined to apprehend Qin Shan and avenge Chenxi before he would consider doing anything else.

Later, Tian Xin left in a huff!

She had a very long and beautiful dream, in which there was a peach forest, gently flowing stream water, the sound of wind-blown blossoms falling, and a man in white from behind, who seemed like a celestial being, but his face was unseen...

When she woke up, she realized she was in a strange place!

Here, there was no peach forest, no stream, no falling flowers, and no man.

She moved slightly, wondering where she was.

And who she was?

She didn’t know who she was herself!

Only, she could hear the sound of the tide, she could feel the saltiness in the air, in this sunlit morning.

She saw an envelope on the table, with elegant handwriting, signed Qian Wei, containing a letter.

She opened it, "Mojing has been gone for six years, and I’ve waited for him for six years. My memory is poor. He tried to cure me, so he went to learn from a master. I don’t know when he will return, or if I can wait for the day he comes back. Mojing, I miss you so much..."

At that moment, the wooden door opened, and in came a handsome man with a sunny smile on his face.

Lu Mojing gazed at her, "Would you like to take a walk outside?"

Moreover, he had a character on each cheek as if hand-written; one side was "Mojing".

The handwriting was exactly like that in the letter she held in her hands. She thought it must be from the same person.

"Are you Mojing?" She wasn’t surprised.

Lu Mojing reached out and naturally took her hand: "In the world of Qian Wei, there is only Mojing."

She softly repeated the two names: "Qian Wei, Mojing... In the world of Qian Wei, there is only Mojing. You are Mojing, I am Qian Wei..."

"Good girl!" Lu Mojing pulled her hand and walked onto the beach. The seaside wind in winter was a bit cold, and the biting sea breeze made the girl shrink her neck.

Lu Mojing wrapped a scarf around her, his gaze as tender as water, as if he were looking at a long-lost lover.

Qian Wei smiled with a gaze, becoming the most beautiful scenery on the coastline under the winter morning sun.

In Lu Mojing’s life, only this moment was the most ethereally beautiful.

Her name was given by him.

In the world of Qian Mojing, there is only Mojing.

He was called Mojing, and she would be called Qian Wei.

She was an extremely bright girl, quick to understand.

A woman who combines beauty and intelligence in one life, the dream that all men covet.

A particularly beautiful morning, a wooden house by the sea with no internet, no television, just a small radio, the host talking, with occasional songs playing.

Qian Wei was a very quiet woman, also a woman who found peace in any circumstance. After eating, she lay on a bamboo lounge chair, rocking slowly while closing her eyes, listening to the sound of the tide, smelling the salty air, and drifted off to a lazy sleep.

Lu Mojing sat by her side, just watching her sleep. He took a silk quilt, light and warm enough to protect her from the afternoon cold.