Yan Xinxin's little heart felt like it had a thousand alpacas galloping through it!
Xu Nuo, how could Xu Nuo know about her and Mo Chuxi?
Has the media already exposed my relationship with Mo Chuxi online?
No, that's unlikely. If it were true, Lan Xuan would have definitely told her already.
Xu Nuo looked at the utterly panicked Yan Xinxin, the faint smirk at the corner of his lips quickly carried away by the wind.
He released his grip on Yan Xinxin's hand, glanced at her meaningfully a few times, then turned around and walked away.
Yan Xinxin called out to him, staring at Xu Nuo's tall silhouette, hesitating for a few seconds.
"Please, don't tell anyone, okay..."
Before her words were fully spoken, Yan Xinxin could only watch Xu Nuo swagger off right in front of her...
Yan Xinxin returned to the classroom, feeling restless. It was already class time, yet the assigned professor hadn't arrived. The boys in the room were all engrossed in their phones, while the girls were staring openly at Yan Xinxin.
"Hey, Yan Xinxin, spill it! When did your secret affair with Xu Nuo start?"
Lan Xuan grabbed Yan Xinxin and began bombarding her with questions, as other girls crowded in closer.
"Exactly, Yan Xinxin, you've got skills! You actually managed to snag that aloof guy."
Yan Xinxin furrowed her brows in frustration.
"Believe it or not, Xu Nuo and I aren't in the sort of relationship you're imagining. Also, can anyone tell me why the professor hasn't shown up? Isn't this supposed to be a calculus class?"
Seeing Yan Xinxin's serious and somber expression, Lan Xuan gave up on teasing her and lazily propped her pretty hand against her cheek, looking utterly bored.
"Old Li retired early, the new professor will start next week. I heard it's some associate professor who's transferred here."
"Associate professor?"
Yan Xinxin's sparkling eyes lit up.
"Doesn't that mean class might actually be interesting?"
"Interesting my foot! Did you see the math teacher for the neighboring art class? Young, handsome, and so easy on the eyes!"
Lan Xuan complained indignantly.
"And look at us—first we had an old man, now we're getting another old man. What a drag!"
Yan Xinxin chuckled, "How do you know he's an old man?"
Lan Xuan turned her head to look at Yan Xinxin.
"Yan Xinxin, you idiot. Have you ever seen a professor at Ancheng University who's actually good-looking?"
Yan Xinxin couldn't help but agree.
But she didn't really care. Whether the professor was old or young, handsome or ugly, it had nothing to do with her. What mattered were her exam grades and credits.
Di Jue Financial Group.
The senior executives were already seated in the conference room, waiting for Mo Chuxi to host the morning meeting.
With a "ding," the elevator to the 18th floor opened, and Mo Chuxi's tall and striking figure stepped out.
The receptionist, Niki, immediately stood up. She had just flashed her loveliest smile, ready to greet Mo Chuxi, when suddenly her smile froze. She stared in shock—Mo Chuxi was holding the hand of a five-year-old girl!
This little girl, at a glance, bore a striking resemblance to their President Mo, seven or eight parts similar!
Does President Mo already have a daughter?!
When did he get married?!
Still stunned, Niki watched as Mo Chuxi unexpectedly walked right up to her.
Oh my goodness! So handsome!
How could someone like Mo Chuxi be this impossibly good-looking?!
"Go to the mall now and buy a few sets of clothes for this child."
"Huh? Oh, oh! Got it!"
Snapping out of her daze at Mo Chuxi's instructions, Niki nodded rapidly and turned to look at little Chenxi, offering a compliment.
"President Mo, your daughter is absolutely gorgeous—clearly inherited your perfect genes!"