Yan Xinxin blinked her beautiful eyes, staring at Mo Chuxi's narrow phoenix-like eyes, and suddenly shuddered.
"Master Mo, I will definitely put on a good performance!"
Mo Chuxi paused in confusion and lifted his gaze to look at Yan Xinxin with slight interest.
Yan Xinxin's fresh and delicate face was filled with seriousness and focus.
"Starting tomorrow, I will clean the house every day, prepare breakfast and dinner for you, and take care of all the chores in the apartment. I'll make sure you're satisfied!"
After hearing Yan Xinxin's declaration, Mo Chuxi frowned deeply.
"That's your idea of putting on a good performance?"
Yan Xinxin froze, faintly sensing that Mo Chuxi seemed a little displeased.
"Yan Xinxin, I heard you're an exemplary student from Ancheng University, highly intelligent. Seems like that might have been a false rumor?"
Mo Chuxi's words were clearly laced with mockery.
"I'm going to sleep now. Leave."
The man spoke coldly, issuing a curt dismissal as he strode toward the large bed.
From the moment she was dragged inside until now, Yan Xinxin had truly wanted to leave immediately, but now...
Yan Xinxin hurriedly followed Mo Chuxi, her expression filled with concern.
"President Mo, if I've done anything to offend you, I hope you'll be generous enough not to hold it against me. Please, I'm begging you—help my father."
Mo Chuxi remained unmoved, continuing forward.
Yan Xinxin suddenly stepped forward, trying to grab Mo Chuxi, but unexpectedly, her shoe sole slipped...
Her body abruptly lost balance, and instinctively she let out a soft cry. Hearing the commotion, Mo Chuxi calmly turned around.
The night grew deeper and darker.
Yan Xinxin curled up tightly under the blanket.
Never would she have imagined herself entangled with someone like Mo Chuxi, a scion of a wealthy and influential family, nor did she expect to live in his home.
Yan Xinxin let out a long breath, hugging the blanket as she turned over.
Thinking about her father, still suffering, a wave of guilt washed over Yan Xinxin.
Had it not been for that night five years ago, her life wouldn't have gone downhill, and her father wouldn't have hurt someone and ended up in prison because of her.
Looking back, in this family, it seemed her father had always been the one who loved her the most since childhood...
A certain name suddenly popped into Yan Xinxin's mind.
His background was powerful; he must have the ability to help Dad.
But this man had said before he wouldn't do anything that wasn't profitable. What, exactly, wouldn't count as a "loss" to him?
Yan Xinxin thought over and over, tossing and turning, but couldn't figure it out all night.
By the time dawn broke, Yan Xinxin crawled out from under the blanket, washed up, and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Recalling what Mo Chuxi had said last night, Yan Xinxin still felt she should "serve" this Master Mo well. As long as he was happy, everything else might go more smoothly.
Breakfast was nearly ready, but the expansive apartment remained silent.
Xi and Chenxi were already up, brushing their teeth and washing their faces, but the great President Mo still hadn't gotten out of bed?
Well, it made sense—someone in his position wouldn't need to wake up early.
But the breakfast was finished. Should she go wake him to eat?
"Why are you standing at my bedroom door? What do you want?"
A low, frosty voice suddenly sounded from behind, startling Yan Xinxin.
She whipped around and saw Mo Chuxi dressed in sportswear. Turns out, he had already been up and gone jogging.
His black workout outfit made his icy features appear even more aloof, yet because of his striking looks, it lent him an air of restrained allure.
"Uh... Well, turns out you're already up! I was going to call you for breakfast, nothing else."
Yan Xinxin explained awkwardly, smiling toward Mo Chuxi.
Mo Chuxi glanced casually at Yan Xinxin, then strode forward.
"You think I'm like you, sleeping like a pig?"
What the—did he just call me a pig?
Yan Xinxin glared at Mo Chuxi's back in frustration, but held her tongue as she turned to find the two little ones.
Mo Chuxi took a shower, changed into a clean black shirt and trousers, and strolled toward the dining area with unhurried steps.
From afar, he saw Yan Xinxin smiling as she sat eating and chatting with the two little ones.
Mo Chuxi walked toward the dining table with his cold, handsome face, glanced at the breakfast spread, and sat down.
Yan Xinxin looked up at him.
"If you have something to say, spill it."
"... Then should I really say it?"