"Did you see that? So exciting!"
A few gossiping female colleagues watched Yan Xinxin being pulled into the emergency stairwell by Mo Chuxi, all glancing over with meaningful smiles.
"During working hours, I hope you refrain from irrelevant activities."
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Xiao Yize stood in place, looking in the direction of the stairwell entrance, his handsome face quiet and somber.
Tong Lili approached, her face full of a charming smile.
"Young Master Xiao, I’ve already prepared everything. Are we leaving for BL on Friday?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yize gave a slight nod and then turned to leave.
Tong Lili hurriedly followed after him.
"Young Master Xiao, how will the accommodation be arranged? Am I staying in a single room? Or..."
"The deadline for the first draft is still a week away. I hope you spend more time focusing on this competition. Other matters will be handled by the company."
His cold reply felt like a bucket of cold water thrown over Tong Lili.
Watching the indifferent back of the man she adored turn away, Tong Lili turned toward the stairwell entrance with a displeased expression.
"Hmph! There’s no way I’m sharing a room with Yan Xinxin!"
She muttered under her breath, a wicked smirk curling at the corner of her mouth.
"This is such a great opportunity. I’ll make the most of it and make Young Master Xiao mine!"
She swore silently, then cast a glare in a certain direction.
Inside the emergency stairwell.
Yan Xinxin kept struggling, trying to free herself from Mo Chuxi’s grasp, but each time her efforts were futile.
"Mo Chuxi, let me go."
She furrowed her brows and protested.
He remained silent, his actions comparatively gentle as he pulled her to the corner of the stairwell, pinning her hand against the wall with his own while his handsome face leaned in closer.
"Don’t you think you owe me an explanation, hmm?"
"Explanation? Explanation for what?"
Yan Xinxin’s watery eyes were full of defiance as she looked at him.
"Shouldn’t the one explaining be you? You’ve been lying to me for so long—how good is your conscience, Mo Chuxi?"
"I told you, I only found out not long ago."
"So you knew and still chose not to tell me? How long were you planning to keep it from me—forever?"
She stared at him, her eyes unconsciously reddening, her small lips trembling slightly.
"Mo Chuxi, what torments me even more is your concealment and deceit—do you understand that?"
"If you had told me sooner, our baby wouldn’t have been lost . Do you know this kind of pain?"
Yan Xinxin’s reddened eyes bore into the silent man.
"I felt her slipping away from my body bit by bit. I couldn’t let go, but I was powerless..."
Every word she uttered was like a knife, cutting into his heart one sharp stroke at a time.
"Mo Chuxi, I hate you. Why is it that whether it’s five years ago or five years later, as long as I meet you, I must be slept with by you, must bear your child, must endure such tragic... Mm!"
Before she could finish voicing the final words of her bitter conclusion, Mo Chuxi suddenly lowered his head and kissed her accusing, protesting lips.
Their ending will not be a tragedy.
Yan Xinxin’s fragmented protests were swallowed by Mo Chuxi’s kiss.
"Mo... Chuxi, mm... Must you make me hate you even more?"