Although she was smiling, Shen Cheng could see that her smile was tinged with a hint of self-mockery and bitterness.
Mo Qingxin continued on her own, "I was raised by his side since I was little, trained to be a qualified assassin. Though I call him Master, call him Uncle, I’ve always known that he’s not much older than me."
Mo Qingxin seemed to be lost in memories, her voice growing distant: "He’s so gentle to everyone... Even though he holds the high office of the President, he never carries himself with arrogance. Understanding that I am a woman, he would not let me undertake the most dangerous missions... I know I have feelings for him, but he is such an excellent person that I dare not harbor any other expectations—I only wish to quietly stay by his side for a lifetime."
While saying this, the sharp edge in Mo Qingxin’s demeanor faded, and she became like the most vulnerable little woman, full of longing for a certain person.
Shen Cheng had no interest in these stories; she switched to a lazier posture and leaned against the window.
But then, Mo Qingxin suddenly shifted her tone, "Later, the lady of the house passed away. He fell into a depression for a while. I always wanted to cheer him up, but no matter how hard I tried, it was to no avail... until he somehow learned of your existence."
To this, Shen Cheng felt no touch of emotion.
Perhaps anyone would feel the same, unmoved at being treated as a substitute for someone deceased.
He did not like the feeling of being coveted.
Her gaze finally rested on Mo Qingxin, as she gently curved the corners of her lips, "I’m not interested in him, no matter what he says or does, and I won’t have any entanglement with him."
Upon hearing this, Mo Qingxin suddenly rose from the sofa.
She strode over to Shen Cheng, extending her right hand to point at her, her fingertip almost touching her forehead, "He’s been so good to you! And yet you’re ungrateful! Shen Cheng, do you even have a heart?"
For as long as she can remember, whenever it’s about Mo Jin, Mo Qingxin would lose her usual composure.
Kidnapping her brother to threaten her, is that being good to her?
Forcing her to abort her child, is that being good to her?
Imprisoning her, is that being good...
Shen Cheng chuckled and brushed the hand aside: "Whether or not I have a heart, what does it have to do with you?"
As she spoke, she curved her lips, drawing a seductively captivating smile, yet her aura intensified in an instant.
Watching her composed appearance and listening to her indifferent words, Mo Qingxin nearly lost control and wanted to lash out.
But she had to restrain her emotions, pushing down the resentment in her heart.
In the President’s Mansion, if she were to lay hands on this woman, no matter who was right or wrong, it would not end well for her.
Over the years, she knew her Master’s temper very well.
And she was absolutely certain that he would not take her side.
She’s just a subordinate, merely a pawn, whereas the woman in front of her was the one who could evoke his memories.
Watching Shen Cheng’s unfazed demeanor, Mo Qingxin let out another smile, yet said nothing more and turned to leave.
Before departing, she left a sentence: "From the moment you stepped into the President’s Mansion, your fate was sealed. You, are deluding yourself if you think you can easily escape this cage."
The door was closed heavily behind her, a loud thud resonating.
Shen Cheng seemed as if she had not heard her words, remaining as indifferent as ever.
The room returned to calm as she lay down on the chaise beside her, closing her eyes, waiting for lunch.
But what she didn’t expect was that lunch did not come, instead, someone she did not want to see arrived.