Seeing the hint of amusement in Mo Chuxi's eyes, Yan Xinxin immediately stepped back and quickly stood up, her small face already flushed red.
"Mr. Mo, let me say this one last time—I didn't intentionally climb into your bed, nor am I so twisted as to record that kind of video."
Yan Xinxin glared with her cat-like eyes, her expression serious as she stared at the man whose demeanor was dripping with disdain.
Noticing Mo Chuxi's continued look of skepticism, Yan Xinxin bit her lip and followed up with a contemptuous glare of her own.
"Whether or not your illustrious self looks good on camera, I wouldn't know... But your skills? Absolutely terrible!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, a wave of icy hostility swept in her direction.
Catching the look in Mo Chuxi's eyes, Yan Xinxin suddenly realized she might have gone too far.
Questioning a man's capabilities in that area was undoubtedly provocative—especially for someone as prideful as Mo Chuxi, a scion of a wealthy family.
Mo Chuxi's voice came through chillingly, prompting Yan Xinxin to lower her head, no longer daring to meet his frosty gaze.
"Lady Yan gave me a tip of one hundred bucks, yet I failed to meet your satisfaction. If that's the case, why don't we arrange a time? I promise to keep going until you're pleased."
Yan Xinxin could hardly believe her ears. With cheeks tinged red, she lifted her gaze to Mo Chuxi's stony, expressionless face and awkwardly forced a smile.
"No need for such courtesy, Mr. Mo. That awful experience isn't something I want to endure a second time. Let's hope this is the last time we'll meet. Farewell!"
She had barely turned around when his cold, commanding voice echoed behind her.
"Yan Xinxin, are you really not planning to hand over the original video?"
Yan Xinxin turned back, lifting her eyes with a resigned expression to meet Mo Chuxi's face. It was handsome—painfully so—but shrouded in an oppressive gloom.
Of course. After what she just said about his lackluster performance, subpar experience, how could he possibly look pleasant now?
"Mr. Mo, I was a victim in the events of last night as well."
"You were the victim?"
Mo Chuxi clearly wasn't buying it.
If last night had been Yan Xinxin's first time, he might genuinely have felt sympathy and guilt. But she already had a five-year-old son, and last night, she was nothing if not enthusiastic and proactive. How was he supposed to believe she was a victim?
At that moment, the office's glass door was knocked upon.
Mo Chuxi's icy expression remained as he lazily cast a glance toward the silent Yan Xinxin before opening his lips to say, "Come in."
The person who entered was Mo Chuxi's assistant, Ah Ding. Walking in hurriedly, holding a magazine in his hands, he paused in slight surprise upon seeing Yan Xinxin standing by, but quickly moved to the desk and handed the magazine to Mo Chuxi.
"Mr. Mo, take a look at this."
Yan Xinxin didn't know what Mo Chuxi was seeing, but judging from his facial expression, it was undoubtedly not good.
Feeling puzzled, Yan Xinxin caught Mo Chuxi's sharp gaze as it swept toward her. A chill ran down her spine, and she shivered involuntarily.
"Mr. Mo, what should we do now?"
Assistant Ah Ding stared at Mo Chuxi anxiously.
"I'll handle this matter. You may leave."
With measured composure, Mo Chuxi withdrew his gaze, his slender fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk.
Ah Ding nodded and turned to leave, but when his eyes landed on Yan Xinxin, he paused, furrowing his brow as if he were tempted to speak.
"Lady Yan, you're so clean and beautiful—how could you stoop so low as to sell your body for money?"
Faced with the sudden accusation, Yan Xinxin was utterly dumbfounded. Just as she was about to say something, Ah Ding shook his head regretfully and walked out.
"Hey, wait—don't leave! Make your point clear..."
Mo Chuxi suddenly spoke. When Yan Xinxin turned her head, she was greeted by that elegant, icy face.
"You like money, don't you? Then let's strike a deal."