In a few moments, Mo Jingshen expressionlessly backed An Shuyan into a corner.

Such a turn of events was something no one had expected, nor had prepared for. Like this, Mo Jingshen pushed them to move without realizing.

After that, Mo Jingshen casually exchanged a few more words with Mr. Wilson, recommending one of his friends in America who specialized in creative wedding planning. It was as though everything had already been decided.

Father An was about to say something when Mo Jingshen smiled mildly toward the person behind him who was in charge of one Hai Cheng's local business, speaking quietly and ending the previous topic.

An Shuyan darkly gripped her skirt. Because Mr. Wilson was right by her side, she could not show much unhappiness. She forcefully maintained her calm and said, "I'm not feeling too well. I'll head to the restroom."

After finishing her words, she turned around and hurried toward the restroom.

In the end, she had just approached the hallway that led to the bathroom when she saw that it was completely dark at the end. She then saw the bodyguard that often followed Uncle Mo around. When the bodyguard turned back and caught a glimpse of her, he hinted for her to leave with his eyes.

An Shuyan scanned the sea of darkness inside and then turned toward the female restroom.

For some reason, she seemed to have guessed something. Her footsteps paused for a moment before gradually backing off, turning around to leave quickly.

An Shuyan followed behind a crowd as she headed to a different direction, stumbling slightly. At that moment, Mo Jingshen raised his eyes and noticed the flash of anxiety in her eyes. Even though she hid it well, he still felt it was strange.

At this moment, An Shuyan's hands and feet were cold, and her eyes were dark. Under the guidance of a worker, she was brought to the second floor.

She had known Mo Jingshen's mind was made since the day he insisted she left after four days. There was no space for reconsideration.

She had originally thought to use the opportunity of a partnership with Shine Group to stay by his side for a period of time. However, she never thought he had only allowed her to be his companion to give sufficient face to the An family so both her father and Uncle Mo could not complain, before ruthlessly sending her back to America.

An Shuyan stood near the railings on the second floor, avoiding the gaze of the crowd and took out her phone to call Mo Jingshen.

She could not return just like this. Everything that happened today meant that if she returned, it would be extremely difficult for her to approach him once more.

Mo Jingshen saw the caller's number and did not pick up. The vibrations eventually stopped, and the call no longer came.

The phone returned to silence. Mo Jingshen raised his eyes. Because of An Shuyan's earlier nervous expression, he glanced around the place profoundly.

All of a sudden, the phone rang again. This time the call came from Auntie Chen.

Mo Jingshen's brows furrowed as he picked up the phone.

"Mr. Mo, did Madam head to your company today?" Auntie Chen's tone was concerned.

"She didn't go home?"

"No, it's already so late, but Madam isn't back yet. I thought she had gone to your company to look for you. Her phone is turned off, and I can't reach her..."

Mo Jingshen's eyes rapidly scanned through the place, the hidden depths in his eyes not revealing any of his emotions.

All of a sudden, the sound of an employee's announcement ran through the ballroom. "Distinguished guests, our deepest apologies. Due to an electrical malfunction, the restroom on the first floor is out of order for now. Please head to the second floor or the other floors if you seek to use the restroom. The restroom on the first floor has been closed."

It was only an employee's announcement, and it was about the malfunctioning of a bathroom. It affected nothing in the ballroom.

The drinking and chatting continued.

An Shuyan had already returned. When she heard the announcement, she fixed her gaze on Mo Jingshen.

"CEO Mo, can we chat? About returning to America, I don't wish..." she walked over to him, and softly said.

Mo Jingshen did not look at her. He turned around indifferently, toward the direction where the restroom was located.

A silhouette suddenly moved against the crowd to head toward the bathroom because of the announcement. It was...

Sheng Yihan who had appeared in the ballroom at some point in time.

An Shuyan stood in front of him, yet she noticed the man's gaze was searchingly facing that direction. His eyes were heavy, carrying a pressure that made her shiver even though she was not cold.

Mo Jingshen was this sort of man. Whenever you met him, you would always subconsciously think of a tree covered in icicles during winter. Quietly and distinctively standing in a sea of snow, he was clean, distant, and cold; you could not feel any human warmth. Yet, because he was too good looking, you could not help but feel a rush of emotions for him.

At this moment, his expression, usually hidden under his self-restraint, was not too good. His lower jaw tightened slightly. The space between his brows was like the summit of ice mountains, as though the amiable mask had been torn off and turned into a somber undercurrent that enveloped him—like an ice arrow that would pierce through everything in the next second.

An Shuyan subconsciously raised her hand to grab his sleeve, wanting to keep him by her side. She quietly spoke, "CEO Mo, Uncle Mo and my father are looking for you."

Mo Jingshen's gaze was frighteningly cold. An Shuyan's brows furrowed in distress. She tightened her grip around his sleeve. "CEO Mo!"

"Let go." Mo Jingshen's heavy voice rang. He did not wait for An Shuyan's reaction and directly tugged his hand out. He expressionlessly headed in the direction Sheng Yihan had walked.

An Shuyan stood frozen for a moment, before tugging up her skirt as she rushed to follow.

"CEO Mo, it's been many years. I'm not sure if..." From the side, someone saw Mo Jingshen and approached to chat.

"Excuse me." Mo Jingshen did not turn back as he walked past, his gaze slightly heavy.

"CEO Mo." An Shuyan saw he was about to approach that direction and was worried about what she had guessed earlier on was true. She quickly grabbed onto his wrist. "Tonight is Mo Corporation and Shine Group's important event. Earlier on, the worker said the restroom on the first floor cannot be used. That side right now has no one..."

However, Mo Jingshen coldly pushed her aside. An Shuyan stumbled. She reached out, wanting to use his elbow for support but the man had already walked far away.

Inside the ballroom, the crowd glanced over because of their movements. Mo Shaoze saw the direction Mo Jingshen was headed to and placed the unfinished glass of wine heavily in a nearby server's tray. His brows furrowed harshly.

Hearing the bustle of movements behind him, Sheng Yihan glanced back. When cold gaze met Mo Jingshen's, the two pair of eyes collided like an explosion caused by the clash between two icebergs in the North Pole. Sheng Yihan paused his footsteps in front of the bathroom, a flash of thought passing by his eyes as his lips curved ambiguously.

Mo Jingshen approached; his expression mild. "Tonight's evening party, it seems like the Mo family was not sufficiently considerate. The hotel bathroom actually malfunctioned. Why doesn't Mr. Sheng head to the second floor?"

"This Sheng does not deserve this. I haven't even officially stepped through the business world, and CEO Mo already remembers my name. You can even recognize me with one glance." When Sheng Yihan spoke, his tone was unhurried and did not reveal any of his emotions either.

Mo Jingshen said nothing else. His cold eyes had turned toward the dark end of the hallway, looking at the bathroom door.