Yan Xinxin couldn’t control the overwhelming nausea. As soon as she spoke, her face turned pale with tension.
Young Master Mo narrowed his cold eyes slightly and released his grip.
"Seeing me makes you want to vomit?"
"But seeing Xu Nuo doesn’t make you want to vomit?"
He questioned coldly, turning his tall frame and sitting back in the chair with an air of aloofness and composure.
Yan Xinxin touched her abdomen and let out a silent sigh of relief.
Thank goodness... thank goodness...
"I told you to come quickly—why were you late? Couldn’t bear to leave that famous school heartthrob Xu Nuo?"
Mo Chuxi’s voice was cutting, each syllable sinking the surrounding atmosphere into gloom.
"Young Master Mo, I rushed over as soon as I received your call. Unfortunately, I ran into my sister downstairs. She insisted on stirring up trouble with me, so I had no choice but to engage her, which delayed my arrival."
"You mean Yan Zhirou?"
"That’s right. She’s currently the pride of your jewelry design department—Sunny, the rising star!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Chuxi’s sword-like brows gently furrowed.
He seemed deep in thought for a few seconds before lifting his deep-set gaze to look at the visibly uneasy woman.
Yan Xinxin hesitated—she had no room to refuse. Reluctantly, she stepped closer.
Mo Chuxi extended his arm naturally, wrapping it around Yan Xinxin’s slender waist and pulling her onto his lap.
"Mo Chuxi, what are you doing..."
Yan Xinxin’s ears burned red as the sunlight streaming in made her feel even hotter all over.
Mo Chuxi, however, remained calm, cradling her as his distinct fingers traced her smooth cheek before gripping her chin.
"Yan Xinxin, look at me. Have you been lying to me?"
"...Lying to you? About what?"
Yan Xinxin asked in confusion, though her heart raced with guilt.
Mo Chuxi studied her, the curve of his lips holding an ambiguous smirk—part teasing, part dominating. His gaze unsettled her further, fueling her anxious unease.
Suddenly, she shoved him away and retreated to the floor-to-ceiling window, hastily changing the subject.
"Mo Chuxi, why did you urgently call me here? If there’s nothing, I need to head to my part-time job soon."
Mo Chuxi rotated his chair, lazily fixing his phoenix-like eyes on Yan Xinxin.
"You don’t need to go to that dessert shop anymore."
"My arrangements are not up for questioning—only for accepting."
Yan Xinxin frowned, baffled. Just as she was about to demand clarity, Mo Chuxi straightened, the sunlight illuminating his sharp and handsome features. His black shirt enhanced his cool, untouchable aura.
He approached her, hooking her chin with his fingers and letting his enigmatic gaze roam across her delicate face.
He was so close that his shallow breaths fanned her cheeks.
Yan Xinxin felt her face heat up. What was this man planning?
"Tell me, what did Xu Nuo want to talk about? What does ’don’t leave until we meet’ mean?"
So that’s what he wanted to know—Yan Xinxin blinked in realization.
"Mo Chuxi, rest assured—I’m not going to cheat on you!"
Mo Chuxi’s expression visibly darkened. Yan Xinxin knitted her brows in discomfort and clutched her abdomen.
"I’m not feeling well. Excuse me, I need to use the restroom."
"Knock, knock, knock."
Just as Mo Chuxi considered calling her back, a knock came at the door.
He watched as Yan Xinxin quickly ran into the bedroom, and soon after, Ah Ding’s voice echoed from the doorway.
"Young Master Mo, big news!"
Ah Ding rushed inside, oblivious to his boss’s foul mood. Smiling broadly, he enthusiastically handed over a tablet.
"Young Master Mo, this is the footage I retrieved from the hotel—the follow-up to the case you tasked me with regarding Yan Xinxin’s ’disappearance’ at her classmate’s birthday party five years ago!"