Is this man poisonous or what?
Yan Xinxin blinked her spirited, beautiful eyes, staring at the mischievously grinning face in front of her in disbelief.
"Young Master Xiao, you’ve had your fun. Publicly teasing my student —I, as her teacher, am not pleased."
Mo Chuxi spoke coldly, his tone sharp and cutting.
Noticing his displeasure, Xiao Yiran smirked inwardly.
As expected, he could sense Mo Chuxi’s special treatment toward Yan Xinxin.
Over these years, Young Master Mo had attended countless gatherings, but he had never brought a female companion along.
Since he made an exception today, it was evident that this woman held a unique place.
Yet, he hadn’t anticipated that Mo Chuxi would actually develop feelings for the young college student, Yan Xinxin, whom he had once casually arranged to be here.
"Young Master Mo, your student is already an adult. Besides, as far as I know, the school doesn’t prohibit students from dating, does it?"
"I would never allow my student to become anyone’s victim, especially knowing the person is a playboy. Young Master Xiao, if you want to play, go ahead—just don’t lay a finger on my student."
Mo Chuxi’s tone now carried evident impatience.
After finishing his words, he wrapped his arm around Yan Xinxin’s waist and looked at her slightly dazed expression.
"Uh... hmm, I’m a little hungry."
"Then let’s go inside and get something to eat."
Facing Mo Chuxi’s softened gaze, Yan Xinxin gave a small nod.
"Young Master Xiao, I must excuse myself."
Mo Chuxi delivered a curt and icy parting remark to Xiao Yiran before leading Yan Xinxin forward with his arm still around her waist.
After a few steps, he suddenly shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it carefully over Yan Xinxin’s back.
Feeling the warmth on her back, Yan Xinxin couldn’t help but cast a curious glance toward him.
"The air-conditioning here is a bit chilly. Don’t catch a cold."
Yan Xinxin was at a loss for words.
On the surface, his words seemed considerate, but Yan Xinxin couldn’t shake the feeling that Mo Chuxi was doing it deliberately...
Watching these seemingly considerate yet gentlemanly gestures toward Yan Xinxin, Xiao Yiran naturally didn’t buy it.
He swirled his wine glass, strolling idly past Mu Qianshui.
"Mu Qianshui, it seems I was mistaken. The true leading lady here is actually Yan Xinxin—not you."
After finishing his words, Xiao Yiran let out a laugh and walked away.
Mu Qianshui stood rooted in place, her fingers clenched tightly around her wine glass until her nails turned pale, though her alluring face still maintained an impeccable and composed smile.
But she couldn’t make sense of it—Mira had said the apartment door was locked from the outside, so how could Yan Xinxin possibly get out?
Not only had she come, but she really was wearing that dress. Even without much makeup, her delicate, pear-blossom-like face looked all the more fresh and stunning complemented by the gown.
Yan Xinxin had stolen the media’s attention away from Mu Qianshui, and what’s more, Mu Qianshui hadn’t detected even a hint of irritation on Mo Chuxi’s face!
This dress—it was personally designed by him. He had once declared that it was untouchable by anyone other than himself.
Yet today, this dress he had lovingly created for someone dear to him was now worn by another girl!
Holding a plate in her left hand and a fork in her right, Yan Xinxin, despite the acceptance of her previous explanation, still felt the countless wandering gazes on her, leaving her utterly uncomfortable.
Just as she was fidgeting uneasily, a piece of velvety cake was gently placed onto her plate.
Raising her eyes, she saw Mu Qianshui standing right in front of her.
"Lady Yan, this is delicious. You should give it a try."
"You look stunning in that dress."
Mu Qianshui praised her while subtly glancing at Yan Xinxin’s still-flat stomach.
"You’ve become the center of attention tonight. I think this calls for a celebration."
As she spoke, she handed her glass of red wine toward her.