Mo Chuxi’s voice came through without a trace of emotion.
His gaze shifted faintly from her face, his lips opening lightly and indifferently.
Xiao Yize nodded, glanced sideways at Yan Xinxin who was following behind him, and gestured for her to take the seat next to him.
Yan Xinxin understood and nodded, then sat down in the chair in front of the desk together with Xiao Yize.
"Chuxi, why did you call Xinxin and me here?"
Xiao Yize cut straight to the point.
Upon hearing this, Mo Chuxi’s brows seemed to knit slightly. His sharp and cold expression was evident as he picked up the tablet on the desk and tossed it toward Xiao Yize.
Xiao Yize, as though accustomed to this, caught it swiftly with an outstretched hand.
Without delay, he lowered his gaze to the screen.
"Has it been a year already?"
He looked at the contents displayed on the screen and spoke calmly.
Yan Xinxin, somewhat curious, lowered her gaze to look as well.
Sensing her curiosity, Xiao Yize handed the tablet to Yan Xinxin and explained with a gentle smile.
"It’s the annual international jewelry competition organized by TTF Jewelry Manufacturers. This year marks its 15th anniversary, so the event will be held in Europe, at BL."
"International jewelry competition?"
A faint trace of subtle excitement appeared on Yan Xinxin’s otherwise calm face.
She knew of the prestige of the TTF International Guild—it had a stellar reputation globally.
And the Best Designer Awards granted collaboratively by this guild and association were practically the dream of every jewelry designer!
She had followed this jewelry competition every year, but she never dared to imagine that she might have the opportunity to stand on that stage herself.
Mo Chuxi’s deep gaze seemed to brush lightly over Yan Xinxin’s small face before he spoke, his tone serious. Updates are released by novel⦿fire.net
"There’s half a month left before submissions for the preliminary round. I hope that, without wasting company resources, you’ll select two candidates you believe are qualified enough to represent the company in this competition."
As he spoke, he leaned back lazily against his chair, casually fiddling with the black fountain pen in his slender fingers.
"You can consider newcomers."
As the words fell, Mo Chuxi’s gaze lingered on Yan Xinxin’s face, which had suddenly stiffened.
"Understood. I’ll arrange everything." Xiao Yize nodded solemnly and then stood.
"Xinxin, let’s go. There’s a newcomer reporting today, someone you know."
Yan Xinxin snapped out of her daze as her gaze drifted away from Mo Chuxi’s fountain pen.
"Yes." Xiao Yize nodded, his gentle eyes fixed on the slightly distracted Yan Xinxin.
"If you need to discuss something with Chuxi, then I’ll head down first."
Yan Xinxin, hearing this, snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Xiao Yize.
"Uh... Master, you go ahead. I do have something to discuss with President Mo."
The word she uttered tightened something in Mo Chuxi’s nerves.
Xiao Yize didn’t linger and quickly turned to leave.
Everyone knew the current state of the relationship between Yan Xinxin and Mo Chuxi.
He was merely Yan Xinxin’s mentor and had no right to meddle in the affairs of the husband and wife.
Mo Chuxi’s odd voice came from behind her.
"You call him closer than you call me, your own husband?"
The obvious sarcasm cut into Yan Xinxin like a blade, startling her into a tight grip on the check she was holding.
She turned around, her delicate and graceful face icy as frost, her sharp feline eyes filled with suspicion and resistance as she stared at him.
"President Mo, what do you mean by this?"
Yan Xinxin lifted her left hand, the million-dollar check caught between her fingers.
Hearing her use that title, Mo Chuxi’s brows furrowed slightly.
"Yan Xinxin, is this how communication between us has to be now?"
"This is a company; I am an employee here. What’s wrong with addressing you as President Mo?"
Mo Chuxi’s lips curled faintly at her words, the smile tinged with coldness.
"If that’s the case, Lady Yan, then what’s wrong with the company using a million dollars to purchase the copyright for Angel’s Tears? Does Lady Yan think we’re offering too much, or do you lack confidence in your own work?"
He suddenly mimicked her tone, his words carrying an unexpected chill as he retorted.
Yan Xinxin bit her lip lightly, her grip on the check tightening furiously.
"If that’s the case, then thank you, President Mo!"
Saying this, she turned to leave. Mo Chuxi’s gaze darkened as it fell on the check clenched in her left hand.