OFR – Chapter 91  It’s snowing.

He Lao turned around amidst the noisy discussions on the third floor, trying to catch a glimpse of the young man from earlier, but he had already disappeared.

“What kind of person is that?” He Lao pondered, reflecting carefully and feeling increasingly that the boy was far from ordinary.

Low-key, calm, and unfathomably mysterious.

A man shrouded in enigma.

At that moment, thunderous applause filled the venue, lasting for over ten minutes before gradually subsiding.

As the applause faded, a high-end BMW SUV quietly drove out of the XZ city center.

Inside the car, Qian Yiwen glanced at Xiao Mu, who was focused on driving with a calm expression, and couldn’t help but exclaim, “Oh my, Cool and Collected Mu, are you a god? You just won over two hundred million from stone gambling, over two hundred million, yet you’re this composed?”

“I’m quite happy too,” Mu Bai said, holding the steering wheel with one hand and taking a sip from the bottle of mineral water Qian Yiwen had opened for him.

“But I can’t tell at all.” Qian Yiwen shook her head. “By the way, do you know what role you’d be in a female-oriented novel?”

“Oh? Tell me.” Mu Bai replied with interest.

“You’d be the kind of existence even the heroine wouldn’t dare provoke—the kind of ultimate boss that even the domineering male lead would approach cautiously. And in a male-oriented novel, if you weren’t the protagonist, you’d be the kind of character that the protagonist has to respect and fear, because you’re just too capable and unbeatable.”

Mu Bai couldn’t help but chuckle at Qian Yiwen’s words. “Where am I that omnipotent? I can’t even write a novel.”

“Write a novel? Do you know your daily life is more exciting than any novel plot?” she retorted.

The two chatted as time passed, and soon, it was past eleven at night.

By then, the road was quiet, and even traffic on the highway had thinned considerably.

Qian Yiwen grew tired and dozed off in the passenger seat rather than moving to the back.

Seeing her asleep, Mu Bai gently parked the car, retrieved a coat from the back seat, and covered her. Feeling hungry, he also took out some chocolate and compressed biscuits to snack on.

Once prepared, he continued driving, maintaining a steady speed of seventy to eighty kilometers per hour. Soon, he entered the highway entrance, noticing that light snow had begun to fall outside.

Opening the window, Mu Bai looked at the rare southern snowflakes. They didn’t match the poetic beauty described in textbooks, instead resembling delicate, scattered white petals.

“So cold.”

A gust of wind made him shiver, prompting him to close the window.

Since it had started snowing, he gradually reduced his speed, watching the snow fall under the streetlights along the way.

The snow thickened quickly, soon accumulating enough to disrupt traffic, causing temporary road closures on the highway.

With the road closed, Mu Bai parked the car on the side, checked the time on his phone, and found that it was already past six in the morning. He stepped out to inspect the highway, where snow had accumulated to a thickness of about ten centimeters. Realizing it would likely take until the afternoon for traffic authorities to clear it, he reclined his seat to rest comfortably.

The highway was eerily quiet, with only the faint sound of cars turning off in the distance.

…

Soon, it was seven in the morning, and daylight gradually broke.

Meanwhile, a humble jade shop in Nanjing’s northern district lit up.

Mi Xuan, waking up in bed, never had the habit of staying in. She stretched out her delicate hand to rub her eyes and got up to wash and dress. Half an hour later, she was sitting at her computer, ready to work.

Mi Xuan had put aside her own jade shop’s online business, not having checked any messages for three or four days. Her focus now was on Mu Hao’s Premium Heaven online store and his live-stream QQ groups. Working for Mu Hao was far more profitable than running her own shop.

The day before, Mu Hao had sent her some photos of saffron, informing her that it would be sold on Taobao in a few days and asking her to start pre-sales. When she checked the pre-sale page for Premium Heaven, she saw that all five thousand pre-sale slots had already been snapped up, with many disappointed customers complaining below.

“Only five thousand pre-sale slots? Damn, I didn’t get one!”

“Exactly! What’s with the pre-sale and flash sales? Use an auction model instead! Do you even know how it feels to have money but not be able to buy good stuff?”

“Haha, anyone else seeing this would think you guys are all paid actors.”

“By the way, when will more premium plants be available? I gave away the top-quality ones I bought a few days ago, and my friends loved them. I want to get even better ones for myself.”

“Come on, increase the pre-sale slots! Damn it, you know your shop is a miracle in e-commerce? And your aloof shopkeeper is a miracle among miracles!”

…

These comments made Mi Xuan sigh and shake her head. “My shop begs customers to buy, while customers beg to buy from Mu Hao’s Premium Heaven. The difference… sigh, it’s painful.”

She thought of a line from a song: “The unattainable always stirs restlessness; the favored are fearless.”

It fit the situation perfectly.

After a moment of contemplation, she scanned her shop messages and replied to important star-rated customers, leaving the rest for her cousin to handle later. Her cousin’s salary had been raised to twenty thousand yuan per month, and she had been expressing her gratitude for landing such a well-paying job.

Given all this, Mi Xuan was motivated to work diligently for Mu Hao.

“Right, the contract is ready, and the pre-sale slots are sold out. I should check if Mu Hao has any more instructions,” she thought, opening QQ to message the one special contact she had.

After sending her message, she opened the shop’s front door, where the rare southern snowfall greeted her. The cold wind made her shiver, but she felt a thrill of excitement. Her first thought was of Mu Hao.

“Ah, didn’t Mu Hao say he was traveling in Xuzhou? I wonder if it’s snowing there. Either way, as his assistant, I should show some concern.”

She touched the snowflakes with her hand before returning inside. Sitting at her computer, she sent Mu Hao a QQ message: “It’s snowing, Master Mu Hao. Drive safely and take care.”

Just as she was about to close QQ, a message notification popped up.

“Ding-ding.”

It was from Hai Qing in the Dusty World Splendor QQ group. Curious, she opened it.

Hai Qing: “Admin, admin, I can’t reach Mu Hao! I have something important to report!”

“How important?” Mi Xuan asked.

“I’m not sure how important it is in his eyes, but I heard from a friend that Money God Hao might be planning to stir up trouble for him on Douyu.”