Almighty Sweet Queen is Really Rich!

An elegant and gentle male voice came from overhead.

Mo Si Huang lifted his eyes and met that person’s gaze.

Feng Ciye was also surprised, ”Mo Si Huang? Emperor? Why are you sitting here?”

He happened to pass by and saw someone sitting at the orphanage’s entrance. With the intention of helping others, he approached to inquire if assistance was needed, but didn’t expect it to be Mo Si Huang.

This world is very dark. He has always been chasing that light forward in the darkness, yet holding a glimmer of hope, treating the world with kindness.

Perhaps doing good deeds often will lead to blessings in the future.

Mo Si Huang cast a cold glance, ”No need for Fourth Young Master Feng to worry.”

Seeing the Emperor, Feng Ciye naturally wouldn’t be too concerned. Feng Ciye placed his hands lightly behind his white casual clothes, his gaze sweeping over the newly renovated orphanage exterior wall. He caught a faint fragrance from a distance, and with a gentle smile, said, ”The environment here is quite nice.”

”Fourth Young Master thinks the orphanage is nice?” Mo Si Huang found it somewhat amusing.

He still vaguely remembered those years in the orphanage, cold and lonely.

With hands behind his back, Feng Ciye’s eyes drooped slightly, casting shadows with his eyelashes. His remarkably well-shaped lips curved lightly, ”It’s quite nice.”

He had never entered an orphanage but lived worse than the orphans there.

Those orphans, at least, had meals to eat, at least had a small bed to sleep in, at least had a place to rest.

Before he was fourteen, he had slept under bridges and knew what a bridge in summer floods and bone-chilling winter winds felt like!

While studying hard, he also collected waste to work, just to earn money for a day’s meal, otherwise he would go hungry, living a life without day, until he met that light.

This orphanage, in his eyes, was indeed good enough. There is food to eat, and a bed to sleep in; it’s pretty good.

The fear most in people is comparison.

Feng Ciye and Mo Si Huang probably found it hard to converse, unable to find common ground.

The two of them didn’t expect to run into each other here and were about to go their separate ways when a hearty laughter blew in with the wind:

”Which wind has blown Emperor Mo and Fourth Master Feng here? It’s truly a stroke of good luck.”

A flashy red sports car drifted from afar, stylishly parking sideways in front of the two.

A woman with striking short hair on the car took off her sunglasses from her nose and smiled at the two men.

Mo Si Huang frowned, not expecting to meet this woman again.

Mu Qingmei.

Mu Qingmei looked at Mo Si Huang and suddenly thought, ”Emperor Mo, where are you going? I’m not asking you for a light today.” She had the lighter he threw at her last time in her bag.

”Oh, right, I wouldn’t dare ask you for a light. You warned me last time not to ask. I won’t ask again.”

Mo Si Huang ignored the woman, turned around, and entered the orphanage, disappearing from sight.

Mu Qingmei, having found no amusement with Mo Si Huang, rested a hand on the car window, gazing at Feng Ciye’s refined demeanor, her eyes sparkling.

What a pity!

Such a handsome man not entering the entertainment industry is truly a waste.

Mu Qingmei smiled and asked, ”Fourth Master, aren’t you also here to do good deeds at the orphanage? What a coincidence.”

She had heard that Feng Ciye usually had a habit of doing charity work.

Feng Ciye smiled slightly, and that smile immediately made the gentlemanly demeanor reach its peak. He looked at Mu Qingmei and said, ”Not a coincidence.”

Mu Qingmei raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Feng Ciye: ”I’m here to find you.”