Mo Chuxi's words were like a bolt of lightning striking everyone's face!
Yan Xinxin's hairband had been left at Mo Chuxi's house—what did that mean? What could that possibly imply?
Even though everyone seemed to have some *idea* in their hearts, no one dared to jump to conclusions. Luo Yiyi and her entourage were even less willing to entertain such thoughts!
Yan Xinxin, on the other hand, stood frozen by the wall as if someone had tapped her acupressure points. Her dazed and beautiful eyes stared blankly at the man before her, utterly stunned.
The man's alluring, glimmering eyes sent her heart racing like a drum.
"Yan Xinxin, your hairband."
Mo Chuxi reminded her as he held out the hairband in his hand, his voice gentle as a spring breeze—completely contrasting with the tone he'd used to address Luo Yiyi moments ago.
Snapping out of her daze, Yan Xinxin hastily stretched out her hand to take the hairband and clenched it tightly in her palm.
Director Yang and the other two teachers exchanged glances before Director Yang cautiously stepped forward.
"So... Does Professor Mo know Student Yan Xinxin?"
"Know her? My connection with Student Yan Xinxin goes beyond just knowing."
Mo Chuxi's thin, peach blossom lips curled into a faint smile, his words loaded with hidden meaning, making Luo Yiyi and her companions visibly nervous.
How could a girl like Yan Xinxin, so poor and plain, possibly have any sort of relationship with someone like Mo?
"To tell everyone the truth, Yan Xinxin is actually my girl—"
Before Mo Chuxi could finish his sentence, Yan Xinxin interrupted him, her words cutting through abruptly.
Everyone turned to look at Yan Xinxin, whose small face had turned a bright crimson.
"Actually, Professor Mo is my private tutor. I-I've been struggling with advanced math recently, so I hired a tutor to help me. By sheer luck, I came into contact with Professor Mo. So, um, that's all there's to it!"
Yan Xinxin stammered through her explanation, her heartbeat spiraling into overdrive, bordering on collapse.
She dared not look directly into Mo Chuxi's eyes at that moment, but even from the corner of her vision, she could sense his face darkening with displeasure. Clearly, he wasn't thrilled about her interruption—or her ridiculous excuse.
"Oh... I see," Director Yang said with a forced smile, nodding as he sighed.
"Quite the coincidence, huh?"
"That's not all there is to it."
Mo Chuxi's voice turned cold. Yan Xinxin froze, lifting her gaze in confusion, only to meet the man's icy, penetrating stare.
"Because we were up late last night working on her lessons," he said evenly, "Yan Xinxin ended up staying overnight at my place. That's how she left her hairband in my apartment."
Yan Xinxin spiraled deeper into disorder.
Why must he insist on making their relationship seem so ambiguous in front of the entire school?
Didn't he understand that, as a university professor, maintaining a pure and professional reputation was crucial? Being linked to a female student would impact his career!
Sure enough, the moment Mo Chuxi finished speaking, the "spectators" around them had increasingly colorful expressions on their faces.
Luo Yiyi and her two lackeys looked even more conflicted and disturbed.
Still, Mo Chuxi showed no signs of stopping.
His gaze fell on Yan Xinxin's frantic expression for a moment before shifting coldly toward Director Yang.
"It seems there's a rather *interesting* post circulating on the university's online forum. Are you aware of it, Director Yang?"
"Uh..." Director Yang froze for a moment, glancing at Yan Xinxin. A wave of invisible pressure crashed over him.
"I suppose... I'm somewhat aware."
Mo Chuxi's tone turned cutting, his expression sharpening.
"It seems some people have a lot to say about me driving Yan Xinxin to campus."