Chapter 2676 - 2677: Ten Years

If he really liked her, shouldn’t he be even more afraid of losing her?

Even if they didn’t keep in touch, even if it was just polite contact, even if he didn’t respond, he still shouldn’t have been able to harden his heart enough to just delete her contact, right?

Di Yimo just sat there in the chair lost in thought, until the pilot asked, "Young master, can we go now?"

"Let’s go." Di Yimo finally tossed his phone onto the chair next to him and closed his eyes in utter exhaustion.

...

Time didn’t feel particularly fast or slow, and in the blink of an eye, a sigh-inducing ten years had passed.

In these ten years Di Yimo went back to the country every year, but he flatly refused to mention anything about Nangong Xiao, and even when he came back he rarely attended any gatherings.

The one or two times he did go, he saw that Nangong Xiao didn’t even bother with a perfunctory greeting, and just like that they’d been getting along—or not getting along—like this for ten years, the two of them practically strangers now.

This year Di Yimo was twenty-one, and Nangong Xiao was twenty-six.

By this time Nangong Xiao was already a household-name goddess-level Best Actress in Empire.

As for Di Yimo, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he had always been outstanding in both character and academics during these ten years.

The rarest part was that Di Yimo had grown really tall. Think about it, Di Mingjue was already 189 cm, and Di Yimo had naturally surpassed his father—almost 192 cm, which was just insane.

The key thing was that he was young, with that kind of noble, icy beauty, his aura screaming powerful at first glance—people joked that when he walked he came with built-in beauty filters and holy backlight, and it wasn’t even an exaggeration.

Because of that special height, because of his face, plus that perfect body and aura, Di Yimo really did become a male model, and not just any model but a top-tier international one.

He’d had basically no professional training, because just standing there he was all aura, all scenery, making who knows how many women drool over their screens, calling him "hubby" all day long. The point was, he was still so, so young—prime fresh meat.

You could say that Di Yimo’s current popularity was in no way inferior to Alvin’s back then. He was the darling of major magazines, fashion houses, and brands. He didn’t even need to do much—just keep that cold face and casually shoot a few photos and it would already be a blockbuster spread.

Some people really are born to live off their faces.

It was just that no one in the family ever expected Di Yimo to actually rely on his looks. With his background he didn’t need to live off his face at all—in other words, he completely didn’t need to be in the public eye!

But unexpectedly, he really did end up living off his face and putting himself out there. That said, this "meal" was something he was eating very, very easily.

And Di Yimo seemed to really enjoy being photographed too—especially since the photos he took all turned out like super cinematic spreads, the kind that left people stunned. Just looking at the pictures was enough to make people drool and fangirl all over their screens.

Comparatively speaking, strictly in terms of status, Di Yimo had actually already surpassed Nangong Xiao, but the two of them were still pretty evenly matched.

In fact, they both knew what the other was doing and often saw each other’s work, but they stubbornly kept from having any contact or overlap at all. They were really too proud for their own good—didn’t even have the most basic connection anymore. Still those few words: like total strangers.

Their first intersection after ten years was something Nangong Xiao never would’ve imagined would happen at an international fashion week.

She knew Di Yimo would be there, but didn’t think much of it, because they hadn’t had any real connection for ten years. It was the kind of feeling where even if they met, she wouldn’t know how to start, wouldn’t know what to say. Maybe they’d politely say "long time no see," or maybe they’d just pretend not to know each other and brush past like strangers.

So when Nangong Xiao went, she really hadn’t thought too much in that direction. Ten years is actually quite a long time—long enough that she’d almost forgotten who Di Yimo even was, and what kind of story they’d once had.