In a department store.
A man and woman of divine beauty strolled through the building.
Everyone silently stepped aside, then with astonished faces, pulled out their star nets.
"Wow, is the Crown Prince taking his fiancée out shopping? So cute, so cute!" a girl exclaimed, taking a picture of the couple's backs and sending it to her best friend group.
"Wuwuwuwu, Crown Prince, why do you already have a fiancée?"
"Wow, Miss Zhao is really beautiful, she's a perfect match for the Crown Prince's divine beauty!" a boy said to his friend.
His friend's eyes remained fixed on Zhao Fei'er's retreating figure. Hearing his friend's voice, he didn't turn his head and answered perfunctorily, "Yeah, yeah, Miss Zhao is really beautiful."
"Tch, men are so shallow. How can a girl like that be worthy of our noble Crown Prince? It's enough." A cute girl standing beside them, hearing this, rolled her eyes ungracefully.
Then she said sarcastically.
How could such a pretty face be worthy of the Crown Prince.
After seeing Zhao Fei'er and her companion leave, the boy's gaze shifted away from their backs. He said to his friend, "Let's go."
He didn't bother with the sarcastic girl beside them and turned to leave.
His friend followed close behind.
As for the two protagonists, they showed no reaction to the commotion behind them.
Zhao Fei'er cautiously watched Qin Mohan walking beside her. She saw his sharp jawline and his silver-white hair cascading down.
Without looking up, her face instantly flushed red.
Her fiancé, no matter how many times she looked, was always so handsome.
"Mohan, thank you for accompanying me shopping," Zhao Fei'er said softly.
As she spoke, she secretly observed Qin Mohan's expression. However, after looking for a long time, she saw no expression on his face.
Her initial joy flickered for a moment, but then she thought that this was the first time he had agreed to go out with her, and her expression turned happy again.
It's okay, there's always a tomorrow.
One day, he would surely be moved by her.
Zhao Fei'er silently comforted herself.
Qin Mohan wasn't paying attention to Zhao Fei'er beside him.
He was accompanying her out because of his father's instructions.
Last night.
Qin Dongsheng had suddenly called him to his room.
He sat in his chair and looked at his son who had entered, saying, "The Zhao family called me yesterday, asking if this marriage is still on. What do you think?"
His eyes were constantly fixed on Qin Mohan, who stood before him. The years had left no trace on his face, instead adding a special charm.
"I will do as Father arranges," Qin Mohan replied emotionlessly.
"That's good, that's good. You know the Zhao family has a good relationship with ours. I'm not someone who forces you. You two should get to know each other better. Hmm, go out with Fei'er tomorrow." Qin Dongsheng said with a smile, making plans for his son.
"Okay."
And so, today's scene unfolded.
Qin Mohan accompanied Zhao Fei'er shopping for half the day, and they bought many things. He carried the items Zhao Fei'er had just bought as they walked out of the department store.
They had not brought any bodyguards with them today, nor had they brought any means of transportation.
They strolled along the city streets.
Zhao Fei'er, walking ahead, suddenly turned back and said to Qin Mohan, "Mohan, let's go to the suburbs to see the flowers."
Qin Mohan nodded, and then they boarded a bus.
"Mohan, Mohan, I heard on the star net that the suburbs here are especially beautiful, with many pretty flowers. There's always a flower in your room. Do you really like flowers?"
Sitting side by side, Zhao Fei'er wanted to talk to Qin Mohan. A thought flashed across her eyes, and she turned to Qin Mohan.
Qin Mohan, who had been looking out the window, turned to Zhao Fei'er and, for the first time, responded to her.
He nodded at her.
This instantly filled Zhao Fei'er with confidence. Just as she was about to say more to Qin Mohan, they arrived at their stop.
Zhao Fei'er glanced at the advertisement board with a hint of regret before getting off the bus.
As soon as she stepped off, she saw a sea of flowers not far away. Zhao Fei'er's earlier regret was instantly swept away by the beautiful scenery before her.
Wanting to run towards it quickly.
She instantly remembered her fiancé was still beside her, so she gave up the idea. She needed to maintain her perfect posture and demeanor at all times. As a member of the Zhao family, she could not do anything that would damage the Zhao family's reputation.
She walked with Qin Mohan, step by step, towards the beautiful sea of flowers.
She reached the front of the flower sea, turned around, and smilingly asked Qin Mohan, "Mohan, does it look beautiful here?"
Qin Mohan, opposite her, didn't look at Zhao Fei'er. Instead, he scanned his surroundings.
Suddenly, he spotted a small white flower nearby, similar to the one in his vase. He thought of picking it to accompany the flower back in his vase when a sudden cry for help broke the tranquility.
"Mohan, Mohan, save me." Zhao Fei'er's terrified voice reached Qin Mohan's ears.
He turned around and saw Zhao Fei'er being entwined by a giant vine and lifted into the air. Zhao Fei'er stared in terror at the vine around her waist.
What was this?
How did it suddenly appear behind her and wrap around her?
Zhao Fei'er, who had never experienced anything like this, was like a flower in a greenhouse suddenly hit by a storm. Her color instantly drained, and her entire face turned pale.
She frantically cried out to Qin Mohan for help.
Seeing this, Qin Mohan instantly used his spiritual power to appear before Zhao Fei'er. A flame suddenly appeared in his right hand.
The flame transformed into the shape of a blade and was swung towards the vine that was entwining Zhao Fei'er's waist.
Freed from the vine's grip, Zhao Fei'er instantly fell towards the ground. Seeing this, she instinctively closed her eyes.
But after a long wait, she didn't feel any pain. Zhao Fei'er opened her eyes to find herself in Qin Mohan's arms, suspended in the air.
The vine opposite them, as if realizing the food it had captured had flown away, instantly became enraged and directed countless vines towards them.
Qin Mohan, holding Zhao Fei'er, easily dodged its attacks.
He gently placed Zhao Fei'er back on the ground and returned to the air, launching a high-level fireball towards the vine.
The vine instantly vanished from its spot.
Zhao Fei'er, now on the ground, looked at Qin Mohan in the air.
Was this his current spiritual power?
She couldn't help but marvel inwardly.
Seeing Qin Mohan return to the ground, Zhao Fei'er quickly ran to him and anxiously asked, "Mohan, are you okay?"
Then she carefully examined the man's body, afraid of any injuries.
Qin Mohan ignored Zhao Fei'er, allowing her to check him. His mind was still focused on the vine from earlier.
Was this that invasive species?
Had it already appeared here? It was only a few tens of minutes from the capital, so close?
Qin Mohan said to Zhao Fei'er with a serious expression, "We should... go back."
"Mohan, be careful!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Zhao Fei'er pushed him aside. He watched in horror as a slender vine pierced through Zhao Fei'er's abdomen.
Warm blood splattered on his face.
Qin Mohan raised his hand and unleashed a fireball, obliterating the vine.
Seeing that the person before her was unharmed, Zhao Fei'er had a look of contentment on her face, and weakly said, "Fortunately, you're okay."
Then she closed her eyes.
Qin Mohan went to her side, felt that she was still breathing, and silently breathed a sigh of relief. He then held her in his arms and returned to the capital.
About ten minutes later.
Bai Han emerged from the operating room and looked at his childhood friend, who was sitting on a stool. "Fortunately, the injury wasn't deep."
He looked at his childhood friend with some hesitation. Miss Zhao was willing to sacrifice herself for him.
Why did he still have such a poker face?
Alas, another day of pity for Miss Zhao.
Qin Mohan nodded upon hearing Bai Han's words and then left the hospital.
That night, he lay in bed.
The surroundings were pitch black, and scenes flashed by.
However, there was always one person whose face was always a mosaic.
Whether eating, sleeping, or studying, a mosaic was always smiling at him.
It was the same scene he had dreamed of before.
Qin Mohan held a blood-soaked person, whose face he couldn't see. He only remembered that person smiling at him and saying, "Fortunately, you're okay."
Then they closed their eyes.
He only heard the voice in the dream shout, "Lin... Lin Hao, Lin Hao, don't sleep, Lin Hao, Lin Hao, Lin Hao, you damn Lin Hao, don't sleep."
He finally heard clearly the name the person in his dream was calling.
He woke up with a start, grabbed his childhood friend's hand, and asked, "Who is Lin Hao?"
Bai Han was startled by Qin Mohan's question. He turned around and looked at his childhood friend with surprise. Seeing that his eyes were still bewildered, he instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness, thank goodness.
Disaster had, after all, been a step behind him.
Short Skit:
Qin Mohan: It wasn't easy, finally called out my wife's name.
Popcorn: Not bad, keep up the good work.
Lin Hao: Who the hell is your wife.
Alphard: Who the hell is your wife.
Heer: Who the hell is your wife.
Popcorn: Who the hell is your wife.
Qin Mohan: Oh? Dad, what are you talking about?
Popcorn: You're threatening me? Meeting your wife will be pushed back ten chapters. (Holds a grudge)
Qin Mohan: Dad, I'm wrong, I'm wrong.
Popcorn: Hmph, hmph, hmph.