The calm indifference on Mo Chuxi’s handsome face was suddenly disrupted.
Ah Ding nodded with certainty.
"That’s right, her name is Yan Zhirou. Young Master Mo, do you know this woman?"
Mo Chuxi’s slender fingers flexed, producing a faint "crack" in the silence.
Ah Ding froze nervously, sensing that the boss seemed particularly unhappy.
Upon rethinking, he raised his hand and smacked his own forehead.
Dammit, I’m so stupid!
Being set up for such a dramatic scheme—of course Young Master Mo would be pissed!
"The two brothers from the Xiao family are truly opposites in personality: one will stop at nothing in pursuit of fame and fortune, while the other is indifferent to worldly gains, leaving the public still clueless about the gender of our renowned chief designer."
"Young Master Mo, how do you plan to handle this matter? Are you really going to—"
"If you still want food and shelter, don’t make me hear that question again."
Mo Chuxi interrupted smoothly.
"I’ll take care of this. From now on, you only need to handle one thing."
Ah Ding immediately stopped his questioning and straightened up.
Mo Chuxi glanced toward the direction of the bedroom, then pulled a piece of paper out of the drawer.
"Remember, do not rely on anyone else. You must investigate this personally. Report to me immediately once you have any leads."
Ah Ding looked at the three striking words written on the paper, feeling puzzled but quickly nodded solemnly.
"Don’t worry, Young Master Mo, I will handle this myself!"
Mo Chuxi nodded in satisfaction.
"Before leaving, there’s one more thing I need to remind you about."
Ah Ding spoke seriously.
"The election for the lead coordinator of the Transnational Financial Alliance Chamber is just around the corner. That eldest Xiao brother is sure to pull some dirty tricks."
Mo Chuxi curled his lips dismissively.
"Also, one more thing."
Ah Ding turned back again.
"Recently, I’ve overheard some employees gossiping about something—they’re saying that little girl from last time is Young Master Mo’s and Mu Qianshui’s illegitimate daughter..."
"Only idiots would believe such ludicrous rumors."
Mo Chuxi interrupted with displeasure.
"Anything else to remind me?"
"Uh... no, nothing else. I’ll head out now."
Ah Ding felt momentarily flustered, then relieved as he turned to leave.
Thank goodness. He almost believed it himself—almost became one of the "idiots" Young Master Mo was talking about...
Mo Chuxi’s face remained cold as his mind replayed Ah Ding’s words, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.
This Yan Zhirou—she actually betrayed her own elder sister for money?
Such behavior is utterly unforgivable.
And what’s even more laughable? Those gossip-hungry employees claiming that Chenxi was his and Mu Qianshui’s illegitimate daughter.
Mo Chuxi sneered coldly in disdain.
Until now, he had only ever slept with one woman—the only woman...
"Young Master Mo, is this okay?"
Yan Xinxin’s sweet voice suddenly sounded beside him, snapping Mo Chuxi back to his senses. He raised his gaze, and there she was—the very woman he had been thinking about standing right beside him.
She had already changed into a new outfit: a crisp white shirt paired with a sleek elephant-gray pencil skirt, her flawless figure perfectly accentuated before his eyes.
Yan Xinxin’s fair skin, complemented by her jet-black long hair, made her delicate face appear even more refined and petite. A faint blush adorned her cheeks, making her look even lovelier.