Chapter 1: Love, A Brush Past

  If heaven has feelings, it will also grow old; if man has feelings, he will die young.

  Mo Shaokun couldn't remember who said this sentence, but at this moment, it was indeed fulfilled on his body.

  As he watched the yellow sports car that had sent him flying over ten meters away speed off into the distance, all that was left in his heart besides curses was desolation.

  He wanted to struggle to get up, but this movement that seemed simple in ordinary days was so difficult at this time. After trying in vain, he slightly curled up the corners of his mouth and revealed a self-mocking smile, looking up at a window with lights on the fifth floor across the street.

  Looking back on his short life, Mo Shaokun didn't know how to evaluate it.

  Since he was born, he had never seen his parents and was raised by Wang Nainai. According to Wang Nainai, Mo Shaokun's mother came alone to Anping and lived in her home, several months later on a rainy night Mo Shaokun's mother gave birth to him but died due to difficult labor.

  Wang's husband died early and had no children, so she raised Mo Shaokun as her own grandson. This went on for over a decade until he was in high school when Wang passed away due to illness.

  The school leaders sympathized with his experience and exempted him from tuition fees, plus the meager savings left by Wang's grandmother, which barely allowed him to mix until high school graduation. In fact, at that time, he had always been a good student and had already obtained a reserved place at Anping University, but unfortunately, he eventually gave up the opportunity to enter university because he was really unable to afford the high fees.

  From then on, Mo Shaokun began his difficult journey of survival. He washed dishes, moved bricks, set up stalls and even became a small vendor. At the most difficult times, he had to survive on steamed buns and plain water for several days in a row, and he didn't dare eat too much, thinking about saving some food for tomorrow.

  There was a time when the whole world seemed gray to him, he wandered around, felt lost, and even had thoughts of wanting to end his life, but fortunately, he finally got through it.

  To many people, the current Mo Shaokun is undoubtedly enviable. He started from scratch and had a considerable amount of assets by his 30s. However, no one knows how much hardship he endured in those early years.

  Perhaps because of his past experiences, Mo Shaokun values his career more than anyone else. He is like an old ox working diligently every day, throwing all his time into work. It seems that only a successful career can give him a sense of security.

  One day he felt that what he had was enough to make him stop and take a break, but at the same time he also found that he had grown old...

  Youth is gone and never comes back, he dedicated his most beautiful time to his career. When he looked back, he missed too much, perhaps it's time to have a family, it's time to give an explanation to the woman who has been quietly accompanying him all along.

  Her name is Milan, five years younger than Mo Shaokun. Seven years ago, Milan, who had just graduated with a master's degree, joined the company which was still in its early stages.

  Mo Shaokun had to admit that the company was able to develop to this point today, and it could be said that Milan was the greatest contributor. She brought in the first big order for the company, and she stood firmly by his side when the company was in crisis during its transformation, accompanying him through that dark period.

  He didn't know when Milan started to like him, he only knew that at that time he was not as rich as he is now, and compared with Milan's many pursuers, he could almost be described as shabby.

  "I like people who take things seriously, if they don't take things seriously then their attitude towards family won't be serious either. Moreover, I've never heard any rumors about you, this kind of person always makes others feel very dependable." These were the words Milin said when she confessed to him for the first time, just like the gentle smile that remained on her face, although plain but it moved people's hearts.

  Unfortunately, Mo Shaokun was only thinking of developing his company and expanding his career at that time, and he just smiled and let it pass when Milan confessed to him.

  At this moment, Mo Shaokun finally stopped his footsteps in pursuit of his career. He only then realized that he owed Milan too much, and also discovered that he had long been accustomed to Milan's company without knowing when it started.

  Today is Milan's birthday, after more than a month of careful preparation, Mo Shao Kun held a grand birthday party for her. In front of many colleagues and friends, he knelt down on one knee with both hands holding the diamond ring and finally said those words that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

  Mei Lin cried, seven years of hard work finally paid off. From a 25-year-old young woman to over 30 stepping into middle age, no one knows how much pressure she has endured all these years. Facing family's repeated urging for marriage and friends' repeated advice, she never gave up, and now she finally waited for this moment.

  Everyone thought that the combination of the two was a match made in heaven, some were envious, some were jealous but without exception they all sent out their sincere blessings.

  Mo Shao Kun also felt that his life would change completely from today on, but no one expected that just as he was about to send Milan back home and leave, something like this happened...

  His body was getting colder and his eyelids were getting heavier, he felt that he couldn't hold on anymore, this might be fate.

  Just as he was about to accept this damn fate with his eyes closed, the footsteps from a distance gave him a glimmer of hope.

  "Uh, Tang... Brother Tang, there's... someone lying here." Two swaying figures stumbled forward, supporting each other, and a strong smell of alcohol wafted from them. One of them stood in place, taking big strides with his tongue out, saying to the other person.

  Another person leaned forward, almost falling onto Mo Shaokun's body. After steadying himself, he burped and said: "This... this guy seems to have drunk more than us. Look at him vomiting, it's red and yellow, really disgusting."

  The drunkard who spoke earlier smiled and kicked Mo Yifan with his leg, saying: "Brother, get up... this is not a place to sleep..."

  "Alright...alright, stop meddling in other people's business. If someone sees us, they'll think we're plotting to rob and murder each other."

  "Oh, yeah... right, let's go then?"

  "Go!"

  Mo Shaokun's heart was chilled to the bone. Damn heaven, at this time you still want to play me? What kind of evil did I do in my previous life?!

  Two drunk men left not far away, one of them suddenly stopped and said something to the person next to him, then he stumbled back to Mo Shao Kun's side.

  Mo Shaokun made an effort to open his eyes and look at the drunkard, whose eyes were full of hopeful color. Was this drunkard going to save himself after discovering something was amiss?

  The drunkard came to Mo Shaokun's side, took off his own coat and bent down to gently cover him with it, saying: "Brother... brothers, the ground is cold, I'll lend you my clothes to keep warm, don't forget to return them tomorrow..."

  Mo Shao Kun's heart was filled with resentment and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, after which everything went black and he lost consciousness...