"Mr. Mo Yichen, what do you have to say about the opening of your new entertainment company?"
"Mr. Mo Yichen, what other businesses are you planning to invest in?"
"Mr. Mo Yichen!"
Reporters swarmed forward, pushing their microphones toward him as Mo Yichen stepped out of the newly opened Star Pulse Entertainment building. His bodyguards and assistant surrounded him immediately, forming a shield to keep the frantic reporters away.
Mo Yichen walked with a cold, commanding aura, no expression on his face. His presence alone made people instinctively step back.
He was stunningly handsome, soft black hair styled to perfection, a strong jawline, deep eyes that never softened. People said he was the most handsome man in all of Asia. Women flocked around him, desperate for even a glance.
But Mo Yichen never gave them one.
He didn't associate with women at all.
No one had ever seen him with one.
He never smiled.
And his coldness made people nervous.
"Mr. Mo Yichen! I heard you're getting engaged to Miss He Yuelin!" a reporter suddenly shouted.
Mo Yichen abruptly stopped walking.
He slowly turned his head toward the man who asked the question.
He spoke with a very icy voice.
"Where did you hear that from?"
Silence fell instantly. The entire group went still.
The reporter's legs trembled. "I...It… it was the… the..."
Mo Yichen's gaze dropped to the man's ID badge.
"YunShang Media?" he said quietly.
The reporter understood immediately and paled.
He dropped to his knees. "Sir! I was paid to ask that! Please forgive me...I was foolish!"
Mo Yichen had already guessed he was paid to do this. He simply nodded once.
That small gesture was enough.
"T...Thank you, sir! Thank you so much!" the reporter stuttered, sweat pouring down his face. The company he worked for was small, if Mo Yichen wanted, he could destroy it with a single sentence.
The surrounding reporters exchanged confused looks, unsure what had just happened.
Mo Yichen continued walking as if nothing had occurred.
Meanwhile, Wen Mianmian finally arrived at Star Pulse Entertainment.
She instantly noticed a cluster of reporters crowding around someone. She could only see the man's back, but the atmosphere told her enough, it had to be CEO Mo.
And he was already heading toward his car.
"Oh no! I have to talk to him before he gets in!" Mianmian gasped, clutching the strap of her cross-body bag. She took a deep breath and sprinted forward.
As she got closer, disaster struck.
Her left foot suddenly swung inward, hitting her right foot, she lost control of her footing.
Her whole body lurched forward.
"Ah...!"
She stumbled...
Her knees hit the ground...
Right beside Mo Yichen's feet.
EMBARRASSING.