Xu Nuo didn't expect Yan Xinxin to suddenly faint right in front of him. Instinctively, he reached out and caught her limp body.
"Yan Xinxin? Yan Xinxin?"
Xu Nuo called out twice, but the person in his arms showed no reaction.
He furrowed his brows, wrapped his arms around Yan Xinxin's waist and lifted her up horizontally.
A gentle breeze blew past, carrying with it a faint and delicate fragrance that drifted into Xu Nuo's nose for a fleeting moment.
Lowering his gaze to look at the girl in his arms, he quickened his steps toward the street and waved down a cab.
"Look! Isn't that Xu Nuo? So handsome!"
"What's going on? Who's that girl he's carrying?"
"It's Yan Xinxin! Look! It's really Yan Xinxin!"
On the streets near the school district, several girls quickly recognized the two strikingly attractive faces.
"Damn! Is he rushing to get a private room or something?"
"Ugh, come on, we're all adults now. What's the big deal? Anyway, I've always thought they make a great couple!"
The girls chatted among themselves, with shades of envy and jealousy gleaming in their eyes, watching as Xu Nuo carried Yan Xinxin into a taxi that disappeared down the road.
Di Jue Financial Group.
Mo Chuxi stared at the documents in his hand, his sharp brows furrowing deeper and deeper.
For some reason, he couldn't shake off a vague sense of unease.
He glanced at the time—it was already almost eleven o'clock.
Yan Xinxin, that woman, had promised to come by after finishing two classes. And yet, by this time the fourth class should have already begun.
Mo Chuxi's eyes flitted briefly to the little Chenxi playing with her doll on the carpet, before he suddenly picked up his phone.
The phone rang several times before finally being connected.
Mo Chuxi lowered his voice, his tone icy as he began to speak.
"Yan Xinxin, do you even know what time it is? You..."
Even before Mo Chuxi could finish speaking, a cold, unfamiliar male voice interrupted him from the other end.
Mo Chuxi instinctively glanced at the caller ID. It was indeed Yan Xinxin's number. He hadn't dialed the wrong number. But why was it a man answering her phone?
"Who are you? Get Yan Xinxin on the phone."
Mo Chuxi demanded coldly, his tone brimming with impatience.
"Yan Xinxin is still asleep and hasn't woken up yet. I doubt she has the time to take your call. If there's nothing urgent, I'll end the call now."
The line was abruptly cut.
For the first time in Mo Chuxi's life, someone had hung up on him. And it was a completely unknown man!
Yan Xinxin is still asleep and hasn't woken up?
What does that even mean?
Why would a man answer the phone while Yan Xinxin, that woman, is asleep?
Mo Chuxi's handsome face darkened, the delicate contours of his features tightening into cold, unyielding lines, like the brewing of an impending storm.
In the hospital ward at Central Hospital.
Yan Xinxin groggily opened her eyes, her surroundings so unfamiliar that the jolt of realization fully woke her up.
Xu Nuo walked in from the balcony.
Yan Xinxin lifted her dazed, dreamy eyes to look at the boy approaching her against the backlight, faintly recalling the events before she passed out.
"The doctor said you might have been overexerting yourself recently, which caused you to faint. You'll be fine after some rest."
Xu Nuo explained, his hands tucked casually into his pockets as he strode coolly over to the bedside.
"Someone called you earlier. I told them you were still asleep, then I hung up."
Yan Xinxin nodded absentmindedly.
"Thank you for bringing me to the hospital..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the sudden intrusion of Xu Nuo's face leaning close startled her into silence.
That striking face of his, carrying an air of both roguish charm and refined elegance, loomed large in front of her. Yan Xinxin blinked nervously, her gaze locked on him.