Extra Story Two: Those Years (III)

(III)

That year, the winter in Jiangcheng was bitterly cold. Heavy snow covered all the high-rise buildings, forests, and lakes, with only the Yangtze River flowing slowly beneath, its banks solid with ice, the chill to the bone.

Lin Mochen's car was parked at the foot of an old residential building. Two assistants waited by the car. Only Lin Mochen, clad in a black overcoat and a dark-colored scarf, followed He Jing up the stairs.

He Jing was somewhat uneasy and seemed rather humble. Ever since Mu Hanxia's first encounter with Lin Mochen in Jiangcheng years ago, she had always been a bit afraid of this man. Now that he had become a nationally renowned entrepreneur, her discomfort was even more pronounced. Fortunately, Lin Mochen barely spoke along the way, quietly following her upstairs.

"Hanxia writes me a few letters every year," He Jing said, "mostly about her life over there. Sometimes she'll mention you."

"Really? What about me?"