The room next door, separated by a wall.
Mo Chuxi sat on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window.
He was dressed in a white bathrobe, his long and slender legs casually crossed, with a peach-flavored lollipop in his mouth.
The gentle morning light illuminated his handsome and resolute face, softening the cold lines it usually held.
A breeze passed through, but it couldn’t smooth out the tightly furrowed brows on his forehead.
Mo Chuxi held a laptop in his arms, his long fingers moving back and forth across the keyboard and touchpad.
His usually steady heartbeat still hadn’t settled down at this moment.
A mix of worry and joy tangled together.
An inexplicable, intertwined emotion.
He was glad that Mu Qianyuan hadn’t died in the accident, but he didn’t want Yan Xinxin to misunderstand that he cared about her only because of Mu Qianyuan.
At least after meeting Yan Xinxin, he was certain he had truly fallen for her.
He sorted out all the information, closed the laptop, and walked over to the wardrobe to change.
Sneaking a glance at the mirror, he tilted his face slightly.
His left cheek had already been slapped three times by Yan Xinxin.
That little woman really had a heavy hand.
Every time he slept with her, he got hit, but it didn’t matter. It was well worth it.
Mo Chuxi’s sexy lips curved up slightly as he turned around.
The moment he opened the door, he just happened to see Yan Xinxin walking out of the room next door.
She had changed into a light blue dress, tied with a bow at the back.
He remembered—it was the limited edition from DQ released last year. At the time, he had placed an order for it, collecting it for Mu Qianyuan.
But unexpectedly, this dress wound up adorning Mu Qianyuan’s figure.
His appreciative gaze wandered from her perfectly graceful physique to her face.
Yan Xinxin’s expression revealed little emotion, her face almost devoid of expression. Yet, she was undeniably beautiful, and even with such cold aloofness, he found her increasingly enchanting.
Yan Xinxin didn’t notice Mo Chuxi watching her and had just turned to head toward the elevator when her right hand was suddenly held by him.
She let out a slight gasp, lifting her still slightly swollen eyes.
Mo Chuxi walked beside her, his clean and crisp white shirt complementing her elegant and noble aura.
Yan Xinxin felt her heartbeat quicken slightly, and she hurriedly averted her gaze.
"If you don’t care for either, then Mrs. Mo."
Mo Chuxi’s lips curved lightly; his gaze and tone brimmed with indulgence.
As they approached the elevator, Yan Xinxin forcefully pulled her hand free from his grasp.
"I’ve made plans to meet someone. I don’t want to see you for now."
She spoke as she pressed the button for the elevator.
Her words of indifferent rejection flattened the slight curve of Mo Chuxi’s lips.
The elevator doors quickly opened—it seemed to be breakfast time, so most people were at the buffet and the elevator was somewhat crowded. Yan Xinxin didn’t hesitate, immediately stepping inside.
Yet, unexpectedly, Mo Chuxi’s tall and lean figure followed close behind, stepping in with her.
"Come to my arms, darling. There’s more space here."
Mo Chuxi suddenly spoke up, catching Yan Xinxin off guard.
The other occupants in the elevator lifted their eyes to glance over, seeing Mo Chuxi wrap an arm around Yan Xinxin’s slender waist and pulling her naturally into his embrace.
The handsome man and the beautiful woman, calling each other husband and wife—it really did make them look like a perfectly matched, loving couple!
In such a cramped space, especially with so many people around, Yan Xinxin found herself unable to push Mo Chuxi away. She could only let him hold her.
The elevator chimed softly as it stopped at a floor and the doors opened. A woman with a stunning figure and charming looks stepped inside, the clicking of her high heels echoing clearly. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel•fire.net
As soon as she saw Mo Chuxi, her face lit up with surprise and joy.