"Yan Zhirou?"
The calm indifference on Mo Chuxi’s handso face was suddenly disrupted.
Ah Ding nodded with certainty.
"That’s right, her na is Yan Zhirou. Young Master Mo, do you know this woman?"
Mo Chuxi’s slender fingers flexed, producing a faint "crack" in the silence.
Ah Ding froze nervously, sensing that the boss seed particularly unhappy.
Upon rethinking, he raised his hand and smacked his own forehead.
Dammit, I’m so stupid!
Being set up for such a dramatic sche—of course Young Master Mo would be pissed!
"The two brothers from the Xiao family are truly opposites in personality: one will stop at nothing in pursuit of fa and fortune, while the other is indifferent to worldly gains, leaving the public still clueless about the gender of our renowned chief designer."
Ah Ding sighed.
"Young Master Mo, how do you plan to handle this matter? Are you really going to—"
"If you still want food and shelter, don’t make hear that question again."
Mo Chuxi interrupted smoothly.
"I’ll take care of this. From now on, you only need to handle one thing."
Ah Ding imdiately stopped his questioning and straightened up.
"What thing?"
Mo Chuxi glanced toward the direction of the bedroom, then pulled a piece of paper out of the drawer.
"Rember, do not rely on anyone else. You must investigate this personally. Report to imdiately once you have any leads."
Ah Ding looked at the three striking words written on the paper, feeling puzzled but quickly nodded solemnly.
"Don’t worry, Young Master Mo, I will handle this myself!"
"Good."
Mo Chuxi nodded in satisfaction.
"You may leave now."
"Before leaving, there’s one more thing I need to remind you about."
Ah Ding spoke seriously.
"The election for the lead coordinator of the Transnational Financial Alliance Chamber is just around the corner. That eldest Xiao brother is sure to pull so dirty tricks."
Mo Chuxi curled his lips dismissively.
"I understand."
"Also, one more thing."
Ah Ding turned back again.
"Recently, I’ve overheard so employees gossiping about sothing—they’re saying that little girl from last ti is Young Master Mo’s and Mu Qianshui’s illegitimate daughter..."
"Only idiots would believe such ludicrous rumors."
Mo Chuxi interrupted with displeasure.
"Anything else to remind ?"
"Uh... no, nothing else. I’ll head out now."
Ah Ding felt montarily flustered, then relieved as he turned to leave.
Thank goodness. He almost believed it himself—almost beca one of the "idiots" Young Master Mo was talking about...
Mo Chuxi’s face remained cold as his mind replayed Ah Ding’s words, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.
This Yan Zhirou—she actually betrayed her own elder sister for money?
Such behavior is utterly unforgivable.
And what’s even more laughable? Those gossip-hungry employees claiming that Chenxi was his and Mu Qianshui’s illegitimate daughter.
"Hmph."
Mo Chuxi sneered coldly in disdain.
Until now, he had only ever slept with one woman—the only woman...
"Young Master Mo, is this okay?"
Yan Xinxin’s sweet voice suddenly sounded beside him, snapping Mo Chuxi back to his senses. He raised his gaze, and there she was—the very woman he had been thinking about standing right beside him.
She had already changed into a new outfit: a crisp white shirt paired with a sleek elephant-gray pencil skirt, her flawless figure perfectly accentuated before his eyes.
Yan Xinxin’s fair skin, complented by her jet-black long hair, made her delicate face appear even more refined and petite. A faint blush adorned her cheeks, making her look even lovelier.
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