C2 He is back

A stunning villa with extravagant décor was located in M country. The most expensive villa in the nation, even for the wealthiest, was beyond the reach of the average buyer. It demonstrated the owner's authority and standing. ,"The dream of heart" was the name of the villa.

The villa's interior was lavishly furnished with pricey chandeliers, paintings, and flowers, and it was illuminated throughout with colored lights. There was plenty of food and wine at the opulent gathering.And the extravagant scenes were presented. The designs of the French couturiers, interior decorators, and architects were visually appealing. Tablecloths with elaborate embroidery adorned the dinner tables. Everything was flawless. Imported from various countries, the party hall was embellished with saffron crocus, orchids, and white lilies and moonflowers.

Magnificent ladies in exquisite gowns and men in pricey suits were chatting and laughing while holding the priciest wines and drinks. Wine and snacks were being served by tuxedo-clad waiters. Elegant servers, adorned in skirts and grinning broadly, were serving each customer with deference. In addition to being aesthetically beautiful, the party hall had a pleasant, natural scent. The best pianist in the world was plucking notes. The violin was being played by the group of musicians.

However, the man who has yet to arrive was the main attraction of the party—not the beautifully decorated hall, pleasant aroma, or upbeat music. Men and women alike were impatiently awaiting his arrival. Not only were reporters from various media outlets waiting for him outside the villa, but so were the guests.

In the meantime, a middle-aged woman was grinning broadly as she greeted her guests. She wore a stunning red evening gown from a well-known Parisian fashion house. Engraved with a thread of gold and platinum, the dress was composed of the most costly real silk and rare diamonds. It was a fishtail dress with a heart-shaped neckline and regular sleeves. Her dress was the most gorgeous thing at the party. Her hair looked stunning in a bun. A well-known jewelry designer in the nation created her pricey jewelry. People can understand what royalty means just by glancing at her. She was the object of envy and jealousy for all the women at the party.

She was the mother of the wealthiest man in the world as well as the richest man in the entire nation of M. Though the woman was beaming, there was a hint of concern on her lovely face. While tending to her guest, she occasionally glanced towards the entrance. Her son, her greatest treasure, was what she was waiting for. Even though it is late at night and he still has not arrived, he said he would be here by the evening. He still had his cell phone turned off despite her having called him more than fifty times. Where is he now? He left M country and boarded the flight already. Hours have passed since his plane touched down, and neither he nor his assistant Max had turned on their cellphones. She was now so anxious that she forgot about her guest and concentrated only on the entrance.

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The man was sitting in the living room of an old-looking villa, wearing an expensive suit and shoes, sipping his favorite tea, which had been made by an excitedly chattering elderly woman. "Granny You look younger and more beautiful than you did before. When will you be bringing my new grandfather home?"

"Yes, indeed. I recently hired a beautician, and I am implementing her beauty advice you know." "Haa haaa." She chuckled aloud. She grabbed his cheek firmly and pulled.

"Grandma, it hurts."

His expression was hurt as he spoke.

"You mischievous young man. Tell me why you came here right away. "Why are you worrying your mother, hmm?"

"I am not a little boy anymore, grandma, it hurts." He said, sounding a little irritated.

"Granma, I missed you. "

However, the elderly woman persisted and pulled it even harder.

"Naughty boy, I missed you too much."

Her face was full of boundless happiness. She spent hours conversing with her grandson. Despite her weariness, she was not ready to go to bed. He could tell from her worn-out expression that she was ill, elderly, and had trouble sitting still. "Grannie You should now go to bed; I will see you later'. He forced her to go to bed and then departed from Qing's former villa. The driver opened the door to his Rolls-Royce. Even though he was merely sitting in the car and closing his eyes, it was such a noble gesture that it demonstrated his dominance in the business world. His hard visage was devoid of happiness or sorrow. Nobody knows what was going through his head.

"To the dream of hearts. " He ordered his chauffeur. It was among the priciest villas he owned in the city.

"Mrs. Qing, this party is meant to welcome your son, so why can't I see him yet?" A woman asked, holding a wine glass.

Her stunning smile widened and her eyes locked on the party hall entrance before Mrs. Ray could get her response.

People momentarily stopped breathing. Women began to faint and scream. And now at last they see their male god, their prince charming. Men were surrounded by a forceful, icy aura.

The president and CEO of the Qing Group, Mr. Ziyan Qing, had returned to M country at last. He stood 6' 4" tall and was fair. His eyes are deep and ethereal. Along with his very masculine body and thick, dark hair, his lips were slender and alluring. His aura, though, was so noble and frigid. He seems to be the world's ruler in every way. His expression was icy, and it said "stay away" clearly. Since he was young, he has been quiet and reserved.

He strolled in with the air of a world-governing king, for whom this party was nothing more than an afterthought.

A girl, maybe fourteen or fifteen years old, was running barefoot when he stepped inside. Her long, gorgeous hair and her princess dress billowed in the wind. She moved with such grace and beauty. Her face is invisible to him. But his hypnotic eyes were fixed on her every move, he knew who she was. He was unable to look away from her. His icy, distant face was wearing extremely delicate expressions.His mouth forms a lovely arc as his lips rise.

Abruptly, she lost her balance. The man's face abruptly changed; he was so horrified that he hurried to take two steps, but before he could get there, a boy who appeared to be eighteen or nineteen years old ran fearfully in her direction.