Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

Nathan and Zinnia got off the plane at noon. When they stepped off the plane onto the familiar, slightly uneven cobblestone path, a small smile touched Zinnia’s lips.

They were now in the small town. In contrast to the modern, industrialized city buildings, the small town exuded a quaint charm with its predominantly wooden and stone structures.

Wooden bridges arched over murmuring streams, weaving past gardens nestled among verdant trees and an emerald lake.

Surrounded by lush green mountains and forests, vast fields of colorful blossoms stretch into the distance, a peaceful sanctuary far from the city’s bustle.

But as their gaze returned to the small town, an air of antiquity lingered. Whitewashed walls, bright roofs, and blue–gray cobblestone paths–it was like stepping into an oil painting.

“Nathan, there’s nothing quite like our small town.” Zinnia linked arms with Nathan. As they returned after six months apart, an indescribable sense of homecoming washed over them.

Nathan’s lips curved into a faint smile as he once again slipped his mask back on, covering the upper half of his face and leaving only his pale lips visible.

The small town enjoyed a mild, spring–like climate year–round. Zinnia had already shed her down jacket and was now in a simple pale pink dress with a light knit cardigan draped over her shoulders. She looked soft and radiant.

“Beep, beep, beep-” Suddenly, a horn blared from up ahead. Zinnia and Nathan turned to look. Chandler rode up on his vehicle.

A straw hat shaded his forehead. His face, sun–weathered and honest, radiated simple sincerity.

“Hi, Chandler.” Upon seeing Chandler, a bit more joy sparkled in Zinnia’s eyes.

Chandler called out warmly, “Nathan, Zinnia, you’re back.” Once he confirmed it was really them, Chandler quickly pulled his vehicle to a stop right in front of them and yanked the brake.

“Ah, you two are finally back. Have you eaten yet? Come eat at my place. My wife cooked a lot of delicious food today. Come on, hop in the cart,” said Chandler.

Bearning with joy, Chandler kept talking as he pulled aside the curtain covering the back seat with one hand, revealing the seating area behind.

Zinnia and Nathan climbed into the back of Chandler’s vehicle. With a casual wave over her shoulder, Zinnia signaled to their discreet followers in the distance that they needn’t tag along any further.

“Zinnia, why didn’t you call me before coming back? If I hadn’t happened to be in town today, you and Nathan would’ve had a tough time hailing a cab here.

“You know, it would’ve taken you ages to get home.” Chandler fussed over them as he spoke.

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come back and didn’t get a

old–fashioned buildings. Locals mainly got around on

avoided cars, considering them unfriendly to the environment and out of place in

town.

half a year. Nathan, we hadn’t heard from you in ages, and Zinnia, you didn’t come

that you’re

vehicle again. The vehicle lurched

Grab them and share with Nathan.” Up front, Chandler kept his eyes on the road. Suddenly, he remembered

Chandler’s cart, looked at the familiar hook inside. Sure enough, a bag hung there,

moments ago,‘ she thought.

enjoy it. You’ve only been away six months, and you’re already acting like

but you and Nathan will never go

head to hide it. Zinnia and

a baby in his arms. The townsfolk took pity on them and helped raise them from childhood, treating both

He gently brushed the corner of her eye with his fingertip. His eyes

“I’m not going to

up to take the fried potatoes hanging on the hook. “Have a bite. You haven’t really eaten

bag, releasing a wave of fragrant, freshly fried aroma that wafted up to his

coated with homemade chili flakes and diced carrots, the potatoes‘ skin was perfectly crispy and golden brown, with just a hint of

fried potato with

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potato Nathan was offering her. Reaching out her hand, she

on his face. “Hey, I’m not

pale face. Without a word, she

past few days, and now, back in familiar surroundings, she

to him. “You should have some too,” she

eat anything these days, which troubled Nathan deeply. He hadn’t been

lack of meals made him look even more drawn and gaunt. Nathan didn’t

cupcakes;

wife the good news that Zinnia

Zinnia and Nathan home now. You start cooking, and have the others tidy up their courtyard, so they can settle right in after they eat.” Chandler