"Alright, if he gets too emotional, leave immediately. I don’t want him to hurt you."
Qian Xueying immediately showed a face full of gratitude.
The two arrived at Moses’ guest room door together, Paul carefully helped her push open the door, slightly sidestepped to allow Qian Xueying to enter, and gently closed the door behind them.
Qian Xueying’s lips curled into a smile as she glanced around.
The living room lights were off, but there was a faint glow coming from one of the rooms. She took off her wooden clogs, now only in socked feet, and tiptoed over.
Through the ajar door, she could see Moses sitting on the chair at the desk, his profile facing the night sky outside the window, seemingly lost in thought or daydreaming.
On the desk, there was a stack of documents and a thick item that Qian Xueying took a closer look at and confirmed to be a photo album.
Moses’ voice suddenly rang out.
He had assumed it was Paul who had come in, not expecting Qian Xueying instead.
Qian Xueying remained silent, turned, and walked to the living room, took red wine and glasses from the rack, poured two glasses, and carried them into the study.
The man had his back to the door and heard her footsteps but did not turn around.
Qian Xueying approached slowly and handed the red wine into his outstretched palm, her fingertips touching his, and Moses abruptly turned his face, his expression growing colder upon seeing her.
Paul, who was supposed to leave, had dared to let her in?
"I know you’re in a bad mood, and if... if you want to talk, I... I can be a good..."
Qian Xueying hadn’t finished speaking when a flash of red appeared before her eyes—followed by the cold splash of wine on her face as Moses coldly rose from his chair.
"Leave before I throw you out!"
Qian Xueying raised her hand to wipe the wine off her face, "Is it because in your heart, no woman can compare to Gan Yuan, she..."
A harsh slap landed on her face.
The pain in her lip was severe, and as the blood started flowing, Qian Xueying’s body also fell backward, hitting the desk.
The desk made a dull sound, tilting to one side, and Qian Xueying’s body tumbled along with the desk lamp, documents, photo album, pen holder... all sorts of stuff scattered on the ground with a clatter.
"I didn’t expect... you... to be so cruel to me..." Qian Xueying cried, lifting her head and wiping the blood from her lip, "I know I can’t compare to Gan Yuan, but what have I done wrong to deserve not even the basic respect from you?"
She knew her current state was absolutely pitiable.
She refused to believe this man could remain so heartless.
His gaze fell on her hand smeared with the wine, Moses frowned and stepped towards her.
Indeed, he was still a man.
Qian Xueying slightly lifted her chin, blinking her eyes to appear even more helpless and enticing.
The man stepped over documents on the floor and reached out, grabbing her arm. The smile in her eyes grew more intense.
Even if she couldn’t stir trouble between this man and Huangfu Jue, at the very least, she could conquer him bit by bit...
Before she could revel in her thoughts, Moses had already swung his arm, throwing her... out of the room.
She tumbled to the ground and ended up by the wall, her back slamming hard against the corner.
With a look of shock, Qian Xueying lifted her face only to see the man bending down, picking up something with great care from where she had fallen—it was the photo album!