"The groom, young master Xu, is missing!"
"Some people saw him at the airport this morning! It seems like he's running away from the wedding!"
"Ah! Doesn't that mean the bride, Miss Shen from the Shen family, will be greatly humiliated today?"
...
Backstage at the wedding, the bride, Shen Motcha, was sitting at the dressing table, a makeup artist behind her meticulously adjusting her hairstyle.
Looking at her beautifully adorned self in the mirror, tears involuntarily streaked down her face, one by one.
On her wedding day, her groom had gone missing!
In response to this marriage arranged by both parents, although she did not have much emotional investment, she had rehearsed countless times in her heart to become the young mistress of the Xu family.
She had met the young master of Xu family before and they had gone on several dates. But it's true that you can't judge a person by appearance alone. Who could have thought that on the day they were meant to get married, the groom had disappeared without a trace, with no one knowing where he had gone.
The groom's parents had just visited and personally apologized to Shen Mo Cha. They comforted her by saying, "We have sent people to search high and low for him. No matter the cost, we will make sure to bring him back. Please wait a little longer, Miss Shen."
However, for Shen Mo Cha, it felt like her heart was crushed a thousand times over!
What good was a man who had to be forcibly brought back?
The wedding had already been delayed by two hours, the venue was already in a chaotic state, and back in the dressing room, Shen Mo Cha was still dazedly waiting.
She didn't know how much longer she would have to wait. This hopeless waiting made her feel like this day was longer than any other day from the past.
The door clicked open from the outside, and a man wearing a crisp dark grey suit walked in. Shen Mo Cha, with her head bowed deep in thought, didn't notice him.
The makeup artist is the first to see the man walk in from outside. Just as she is about to greet him, the man places his index finger onto his lips, making a shushing gesture. With a soft sweep of his large hand, he signals the makeup artist to step back. The makeup artist understands and quietly steps back.
After the makeup artist leaves, the man walks behind Shen Mo Tea, placing his hand lightly on the back of her chair. Shen Mo Tea hasn't noticed him yet. He leans over, his attention focused on her delicate neck, lost in thought.
After who knows how long, the man suddenly leans down, his thin lips approaching Shen Mo Tea's ear, and delivers a barely audible breath into her ear.
Shen Mo Tea feels the warm moisture by her ear, her body tenses, and she can't help but shudder. As she raises her head, she catches sight of the man in the mirror.
The man reflected in the mirror is dressed in a proper gray suit, his hair cut extremely short, emanating an impressive aura. At the moment, his strong body is slightly bent, standing behind her in an affectionate pose. His lips are just about to touch her ear.
Subconsciously, Shen Mo Tea shrinks back, deliberately distancing herself from the man.
She turns her head to meet the man's deep black eyes and asks word by word, "Who are you?"
Seeing the desperate Shen Mo Tea, the man smirks and laughs softly, "Miss Shen, I am the brother of your ex-fiancé. Perhaps you should call me your second uncle."
"But I've never met you before," says Shen Mo Tea with conviction in her voice.
"But I've met you, and I have a deep impression." He deliberately pauses here, the corner of his mouth slightly upward, his look at her, sincere and focused, subtly radiating. "I know you've been abandoned by your ex-fiancé. Now I have a deal that benefits both of us. Would you, Miss Shen, be interested in discussing it with me?"
