Yan Xinxin's question clearly made Mo Chuxi pause for a moment.
He lifted his deep gaze to look at the woman before him, the gentle light framing her petite face, making her features soft and picturesque.
Mo Chuxi felt his heartbeat inexplicably disrupted, but his handsome expression remained calm and indifferent.
Mo Chuxi was naturally aware of the peculiarities. Though she had said nothing, the faint furrow of her delicate brows already hinted at her troubled thoughts.
Yan Xinxin raised her beautiful eyes, smiled faintly, and gently shook her head.
"It's nothing. I just suddenly wanted to make sense of what our relationship is, President Mo."
"What do you think our relationship is?"
He countered, his magnetic, low voice resonating in the quiet night, stirring hearts.
Yan Xinxin froze, caught off guard by his question.
Mo Chuxi stood up, his elegant frame stepping forward to stand in front of Yan Xinxin, a faint orchid-like fragrance swirling subtly toward her.
He called her name. Yan Xinxin dumbly raised her head to look at him, responding in a slightly bewildered voice.
Mo Chuxi gazed at her, his deep eyes unreadable.
"Have I ever given you money?"
Yan Xinxin furrowed her brows, then shook her head.
"Have I ever bought you luxury bags?"
"Then what about designer jewelry or clothes?"
Yan Xinxin blinked her starry eyes, confused, shaking her head repeatedly.
Yan Xinxin was dumbfounded. Was this logic?
Mo Chuxi chuckled lightly, his thin lips curling into a fleeting smile, carrying hints of mischief and provocation. Yan Xinxin's heart skipped a beat, her cheeks heating up as her composure faltered.
"Was it because you were so eager to draw boundaries with me? Hmm?"
Mo Chuxi extended his hand, gently lifting Yan Xinxin's delicate, full chin.
Her cheeks flushed red as she frantically avoided his gaze. Yet, she accidentally collided with the depths of his inscrutable eyes.
Yan Xinxin was at a loss for words, her cheeks growing increasingly warm.
"Alright, alright, I was wrong. Young Master Mo, you're priceless."
"Your apology seems a bit too casual."
Mo Chuxi released her, turning his tall figure elegantly.
Yan Xinxin raised her hand to touch her face, trying her best to calm her racing heartbeat.
"Mo Chuxi, wait a moment. I have something I want to say."
Mo Chuxi halted, his cold and restrained handsome face turning back toward her.
"Still trying to figure out what our relationship is?"
Yan Xinxin shook her head, her face flushed, her eyes focused on the man, her lips pressing together.
"Thank you for giving my father his freedom back."
Yan Xinxin smiled as she expressed her gratitude.
"And thank you for letting me and Xi stay here, when we were nearing the point of sleeping on the streets, unconditionally..."
Yan Xinxin widened her eyes in confusion.
"Mo Chuxi, what do you mean?"