Mo Chuxi lowered his gaze, looking at the professional data analyses and comparisons before him. Suddenly, he lifted his narrow and cold phoenix eyes, and his gaze turned frigid.
The dappled sunlight outside the car window fell on his sharp and stoic face, creating a sensation of intertwined darkness and light.
The sheets of paper in front of him seemed to act as a catalyst, faintly triggering memories in Mo Chuxi’s mind—memories erased by the medication from five years ago, on that night...
That night, he had a dream.
He dreamed of Little Qianyuan, the girl he thought of day and night. She had grown up, her eyes as lively and clear as they were in her childhood—bright and round like crystal.
The girl in his dream had a pure and beautiful face, delicate features akin to a painting, clean and unblemished.
His Little Qianyuan had come to see him.
Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms, whispering tender and soft words endlessly into her ear...
She was the girl he had longed for day and night, the girl he had once promised to marry amidst a field of hydrangeas, and the girl he was impatiently yearning to possess.
Mo Chuxi abruptly snapped out of those blurred memories from five years ago, his eyes rippling with emotion.
His thoughts returned, but his mind was still tangled with chaotic and struggling fragments, as if there were faint echoes of cries for help...
Clearly, it had been a beautiful dream—a dream about a girl he once adored—but now...
Mo Chuxi pressed his thin lips together and crushed the paper in his hand into a ball.
After returning from the appraisal agency, Mo Chuxi called Yan Xinxin countless times, only to find her phone consistently powered off.
He drove straight to Di Jue. As he prepared to enter the underground parking, his peripheral vision unexpectedly caught sight of the face he was thinking about.
Mo Chuxi slammed on the brakes, rolled down the window, and clearly saw Yan Xinxin’s face, radiant under the sunlight, her brows curved and her smile delicate.
Two enchanting dimples blossomed at the corners of her lips, her youthful sweetness pure and untainted.
Yet, that beautiful smile of hers at this moment was directed toward another man—Xiao Yize.
Mo Chuxi was well aware of Xiao Yize’s affection for Yan Xinxin.
His thoughts wandered, but abruptly, Mo Chuxi saw Xiao Yize crouch down in front of Yan Xinxin, and immediately she crouched down too.
Their proximity looked incredibly close, as if they were whispering!
Mo Chuxi’s gaze darkened. He immediately parked the car, switched off the ignition, and strode directly toward them.
He called out seemingly calmly, yet his icy tone had already betrayed his displeasure.
Yan Xinxin and Xiao Yize turned their heads simultaneously at the sound, only to see Mo Chuxi, exuding coldness, standing right before them. The two straightened up.
Yan Xinxin smiled lightly.
"Master, you were right. As soon as we finished eating, President Mo really returned."
Catching this detail, Mo Chuxi’s handsome face grew even colder.
"Xinxin will be interning in my department soon, so we grabbed a meal and chatted for a bit."
Mo Chuxi spat out two words indifferently, his sharp gaze locking onto Yan Xinxin.
Seeing Yan Xinxin still standing beside Xiao Yize, Mo Chuxi’s expression grew icy.
"I need to go with Master to his office first. I’ll come find you afterward."
Yan Xinxin explained.
Mo Chuxi looked at her. "Yan Xinxin, I said follow me now."