Chapter Seventy-Four: The Sincere Heart of Ice

At this moment, Qianyin was sitting absentmindedly on a carousel in an amusement park, while Lengxue sat on another horse, watching her intently. Normally, a trip to an amusement park should be filled with laughter and joy, but Qianyin did not seem happy at all.

The park was bustling with children today; many parents had brought their kids to play. Every face was adorned with a serene happiness, and there were many couples as well. The girls' faces all glowed with blissful smiles.

Deep down, Lengxue envied these ordinary people. At least, when they were happy, they could laugh freely, unlike assassins like them, who always wore cold, impassive expressions—unable to laugh when they wanted to, or cry when they wished. How could people like us, he thought, even deserve happiness?

“Big sister, give me a smile! I’ll take your photo.” Suddenly, a little boy approached Qianyin with a cheeky grin. He was cradling a rather expensive camera, and behind him stood a well-dressed woman, probably his mother.

For a moment, Qianyin was startled to hear someone call her “big sister.” She snapped out of her daze, glanced at the boy, then at his camera, and let a gentle smile appear on her lips.

Her smile was truly beautiful—she ought to smile more often.

“Yes, just like that! Big sister, you look so pretty when you smile.” The boy pressed the shutter with a click, then burst out laughing. “Mom, look at the photo I took of big sister! Isn’t it great?”

The elegant woman stepped forward to look at the picture, her praise genuine, “You really are beautiful, miss. And my darling took such a wonderful photo.”

The carousel came to a halt. Qianyin and Lengxue slowly walked over, took the camera, and looked at the picture. It was indeed beautiful, especially her eyes, which seemed to hold a galaxy of stars.

“Thank you, little brother.” Qianyin glanced at the woman, then patted the boy’s head affectionately, her gratitude sincere.

“You’re welcome! Bye, big sister, I’m going over there to take more pictures!” The boy, delighted, hugged his camera and scampered off, the wealthy woman following him with a helpless smile.

Lengxue looked around and realized how out of place Qianyin seemed here. He reached out to take her hand once more, leading her toward the ice cream stand.

Qianyin had grown used to letting him hold her hand these past few days, and found she rather enjoyed the feeling. Besides, with Lengxue’s temperament, if she refused, they would probably end up fighting.

Compared to the quieter part of the park, this area was more lively, with plenty of people around.

“One matcha ice cream, and one chocolate, please,” Lengxue said, glancing at the menu. He didn’t really know which flavor Qianyin preferred, but recalled she had a fondness for sweet things.

“Alright, thirty yuan,” the girl at the counter replied. She was pretty, and beside her stood a young man—likely her boyfriend. The man made ice cream and milk tea, while the girl served customers and handled the money.

Lengxue nodded, handed over the cash, and led Qianyin to a seat. After spending most of the day in the park, she was indeed hungry.

“Do you want something else?” Lengxue noticed Qianyin’s attention was elsewhere. He walked over to where she was looking and, without hesitation, ordered several snacks from the menu above.

Qianyin’s mood had improved considerably, thanks to the little boy and Lengxue’s care.

Gazing at the ice cream and the array of snacks on the table, Qianyin—an avid foodie—dug in at once, finishing her ice cream first before it melted. Lengxue watched her as he ate, a sense of happiness kindling in his heart.

The cold, creamy ice cream melted in her mouth, trickling down her throat—so refreshing. It was gone in just a few bites, leaving her feeling cool to the core. After wiping her hands, she looked at the other snacks, all of them spicy: a portion of fries, two fried chicken legs, duck neck, duck feet, and chicken feet.

Qianyin had a high tolerance for spice and enjoyed the food immensely, though picking out the bones was a bit troublesome.

After his ice cream, Lengxue didn’t eat anything else. Instead, he contented himself with watching her—finding joy in simply observing her eat.

After a day of fun at the amusement park, the two returned to their little villa where they had been staying. It was a two-story house with six rooms, all their own.

Qianyin found herself missing Molan, though the thought also made her angry. She stood on the balcony, gazing at the night. The moon was beautiful, the sky full of stars, and, unexpectedly, there were fireflies flickering nearby.

When Lengxue finished his shower and saw Qianyin still out in the cool night air, he walked over, intending to drag her back inside.

“What are you thinking about? Come to bed—it’s late,” he said.

“I miss Molan, but I’m still so angry,” Qianyin confessed like a child, voicing her unhappiness.

“You two never should have stood on opposing sides in the first place. You shouldn’t be mad at her; she was only doing her job when she questioned you. I know your temper, so neither of you is really at fault. There’s no need to be angry,” Lengxue said. He had thought it over these past few days. The two of them hadn’t seen each other since their argument, but it was clear they both missed one another, so he’d pinpointed the root of the problem.

Qianyin stared at the moon, pondering his words, then nodded.

Seeing that Qianyin understood, Lengxue knew they would soon return to the Mo family. Qianyin’s phone had been switched off for days—those four little ones must be frantic searching for her.

“Do you like me?” Qianyin finally voiced the question that had been lingering in her heart. If, after the boss’s case was resolved, they still cared for each other—could they be together?

“Yes, I like you. Why else do you think I treat you so well?” Lengxue was momentarily stunned, then, regaining his composure, pulled Qianyin into his arms with a possessive declaration.

Qianyin’s smile was pure and sweet—she had always envied Molan’s happy family. But now, she too had someone who cherished her.

They held each other quietly, savoring the peaceful and beautiful moment.

Meanwhile, back at the Mo family, the four little ones had climbed to a high spot to gaze at the moon. Their faces were full of worry—they hadn’t seen Qianyin in days.

“Where do you think Qianyin went? We haven’t seen her in so long. I miss her,” Xiaobei muttered, fiddling with a nearby branch in frustration. He was starting to suspect that the Mo family had hidden Qianyin away.

“Maybe she went out on business; she’ll be back soon,” Xiaodong replied. He didn’t share Xiaobei’s suspicion—after all, Qianyin and Molan were so close, something like that couldn’t possibly happen.

The other two nodded in agreement. The Mo family didn’t seem like bad people, and, with Master Xian around, nothing could go wrong.