Xiao Yiran’s words carried deep meaning and a faint hint of amusement.
Mo Chuxi put down his phone and immediately opened Weibo.
Yan Xinxin’s name prominently appeared on the trending list. He clicked on the headline, which included a detailed introduction to Yan Xinxin’s personal information, accompanied by images from tonight’s event in the banquet hall.
The photos were taken from excellent angles, showcasing Yan Xinxin in the exquisite dress he personally designed. The dress seemed tailor-made to accentuate her graceful figure.
Under the crystal chandelier, her flawless and refreshing face was perfectly captured in the lens.
Everything seemed positive.
But in the end, there was an additional photo of her standing next to Mu Qianshui.
At the long table, Yan Xinxin held a plate in her hand, her smile carrying a subtle undertone, while Mu Qianshui offered her a glass of red wine, looking at her with a mix of confusion and slight grievance.
Just by seeing the photo, Mo Chuxi could already anticipate the kinds of criticisms and insults that might arise in the comments.
Mu Qianshui was a top-tier celebrity with massive popularity, while Yan Xinxin was simply an ordinary college student.
"So? I assume Young Master Mo has already seen it by now? Your precious student is about to make headlines—aren’t you delighted?"
Xiao Yiran’s slightly provocative and joking tone came through the phone.
Mo Chuxi picked up his phone again, evidently unwilling to waste time in small talk. His sharp peach blossom lips parted slightly.
"Xiao Yiran, don’t touch my people."
Xiao Yiran chuckled and asked.
"By ’your people,’ do you mean the ones in your bed? So, how is it? The taste of a college girl must be quite good, right?"
Mo Chuxi’s deep eyes narrowed slightly.
"Xiao Yiran, you’ve admitted it, then?"
"That’s right. I admit it."
Xiao Yiran no longer denied it.
"But I suppose Young Master Mo should thank me. This Yan Xinxin seems to perfectly suit your preferences, doesn’t she?"
"Xiao Yiran, get to the point. If you’re a man, don’t drag women into your schemes."
Xiao Yiran laughed upon hearing Mo Chuxi’s words.
"It seems Young Master Mo really has taken a liking to this Yan Xinxin. That’s just perfect—I love using people’s weaknesses to secure my own advantage."
Listening to Xiao Yiran’s words, Mo Chuxi had more or less pieced things together.
"Next month is the election for the chairman of the Transnational Conglomerate Alliance Chamber. Let’s see whether Young Master Mo still has the mood to prepare for the election after watching this video."
As soon as Xiao Yiran finished speaking, Mo Chuxi received an email on his phone.
Yan Xinxin, who had long lost her appetite for noodles, was standing not far behind Mo Chuxi, attentively observing him.
She noticed the calm lack of emotion on his handsome profile, but gradually, one of his brows furrowed deeply, and his face grew considerably somber.
Was it an important call?
Or had something serious happened?
Yan Xinxin felt puzzled and took slow steps toward him.
"The photos are well-taken. Both Yan Xinxin and I look great on camera—the angles are perfect."
Yan Xinxin’s petite figure had just approached Mo Chuxi’s back when she overheard him say this.
"Me and him on camera?"
She stopped in confusion, staring at the elegant, flowing short hair on Mo Chuxi’s head. Immediately, his pleasant voice followed.
"Young Master Xiao, is it your first day doing business or your first day knowing me? Do you really think I’d let something this trivial make me drop out of the election?"
Election? Election for what?
Yan Xinxin listened intently, still bewildered, and then heard Mo Chuxi let out a soft chuckle.
"Do you assume I’ve never seen a woman in my life? Or do you think I’d forfeit the chairman’s position for a single woman?"