Yan Xinxin looked at Mo Chuxi with utmost seriousness, clearly ready to risk everything.
The man raised his deep eyes, his deanor calm and unruffled as he spoke.
"Decided on what?"
"Our cooperation ends here. I don’t want anything like today’s incident to ever happen again."
Listening to Yan Xinxin’s words, Mo Chuxi’s expression remained indifferent, his slender fingers leisurely closing the file.
"Alright, then tonight, repay all the interest."
He said readily, stood up, and his tall, cold figure brushed past Yan Xinxin. A faint, teasing whiff of orchid lingered at her nose.
Yan Xinxin froze on the spot, montarily dazed.
He agreed.
Yet sohow, her heart felt like it had sunk to the bottom of a lake, unbearably heavy.
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Night fell quietly.
Yan Xinxin had dinner prepared but found Mo Chuxi seed to have gone out.
She had dinner with her son and, even after a long while, Mo Chuxi hadn’t returned.
Once her son was asleep, Yan Xinxin sat alone amid the hydrangeas on the rooftop, deeply pondering everything that had happened lately.
If she didn’t stay away from this man, she feared she would truly start to fall for him.
Unlike Mo Chuxi, she couldn’t control her emotions effortlessly. To him, won were nothing more than dispensable existences for satisfying physical needs.
"Sigh—"
Yan Xinxin let out a long sigh. Turning her head, she suddenly noticed the photo fra sitting on the small white table.
It was that sa photograph from last ti.
Thinking of Mo Chuxi’s previous warning, Yan Xinxin chose to turn away. But she couldn’t resist glancing back at it once more.
The little girl in the photo had delicate features, and her innocent, radiant smile looked so pure and lovely.
"Mu Qianyuan."
The na slipped unbidden from Yan Xinxin’s lips, followed by a faint smile.
"You are actually very fortunate."
Yes, so fortunate.
Even though she was gone, soone still held her dear in their heart.
And what about Yan Xinxin?
Alive, yet already abandoned by her own mother, while her sister...
Thinking of Yan Zhirou, Yan Xinxin could only feel irony.
"Beep."
In the dead of night.
The sound of the fingerprint lock being engaged was crystal clear.
Yan Xinxin snapped out of her reverie and moved to the stairs.
Was that guy finally back?
It was almost midnight.
With this thought, Yan Xinxin took small, quiet steps down from the loft.
Mo Chuxi was just walking in from the entrance, his tall and elegant figure moving languidly closer.
Under the glow of the crystal chandelier, his fair and handso face seed to take on a faint pink hue.
Yan Xinxin approached him, and before she got close, she caught the light scent of alcohol.
He had been drinking—and more than just a little.
"President Mo, did you drive back?"
Yan Xinxin suddenly felt a bit worried.
Mo Chuxi raised a hand to unfasten the collar of his shirt, lifting his deep, slightly hazy gaze.
Yan Xinxin froze.
Oh, dear.
What an irresistibly wicked look.
"Were you waiting for ?"
"...Uh, sort of."
Yan Xinxin hesitated before answering, suddenly feeling inexplicably tense.
Mo Chuxi fixed his gaze on her, the corners of his alluring lips curling into a mysterious and intense smile.
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