Mo Chuxi turned around unhurriedly, his slender phoenix-shaped eyes lifting slightly. Not far away, a man dressed in a tailored suit walked toward him.
The eldest young master of the Xiao family, Xiao Yiran.
A notorious playboy, but also an ambitious business rival.
Xiao Yiran had a roguishly charming face, with ink-black brows above eyes that sparkled with a mischievous yet cunning glint.
Handso, undeniably so—countless socialites and actresses were drawn to him like moths to a fla. Yet he was precisely the kind of man who exuded an aura of danger.
Won who threw themselves at him? He wouldn’t refuse.
But he’d never grant any woman a second chance to approach him.
Xiao Yiran enjoyed won, but purely for fleeting pleasures. A fling here, a dalliance there—he left his affections scattered everywhere, yet never truly invested his heart.
And the thing he wanted most in this lifeti? To defeat Mo Chuxi! To best Mo Chuxi! To ruin Mo Chuxi!
With an unruly smile, Xiao Yiran approached Mo Chuxi, holding a glass of champagne.
"Young Master Mo, I almost thought you weren’t going to show up."
Mo Chuxi curled his lips faintly in response, coldly indifferent.
"The eldest young master of the Xiao family hosting a reception at my hotel—I had to give you so face."
"Seems like I chose the right venue after all."
Xiao Yiran shook his champagne glass with a devilish smirk.
"I heard sothing interesting recently. It seems Young Master Mo has found himself a girlfriend?"
At these words, the nearby reporters, who had been waiting eagerly for gossip, perked up and began inching closer.
"Since you’re here, Young Master Mo, why not bring your girlfriend along? Could it be that you don’t want all the n here gawking at her? Or perhaps... you don’t want her to be recognized?"
At the ntion of this last possibility, Mo Chuxi chuckled quietly.
"What exactly do you an by ’don’t want her to be recognized’?"
He asked.
"Does that question imply, Young Master Xiao, that you’re indirectly admitting the spectacle from half a month ago was orchestrated just for ?"
Hearing this, Xiao Yiran’s smile faltered slightly but returned almost instantly.
"I’m not sure what Young Master Mo is suggesting. I simply assud you were dating so big celebrity and didn’t want to make it public yet."
"Is that so?"
Mo Chuxi responded with layered ambiguity, though Xiao Yiran understood the ssage loud and clear.
Xiao Yiran had been the one to arrange Mo Chuxi’s intimate encounter with Yan Xinxin and was now using this conversation to provoke him deliberately.
"They’re here! They’re here!"
"Quick, go take pictures!"
The reporters suddenly erupted into excited chaos, grabbing caras and rushing toward the entrance of the banquet hall.
Many of the guests inside turned their heads to see what the commotion was about.
"Ah, I thought it was soone special—it turns out to be your childhood companion, Mu Qianshui," Xiao Yiran remarked casually as he glanced over.
"These past few years, for her to rise so quickly as a leading actress, Young Master Mo must have poured quite a bit of effort into helping her. Though your older sister is gone, you still have a younger sister—Young Master Mo, you’re truly blessed."
As his words settled in, Xiao Yiran could sense Mo Chuxi’s displeasure, though he himself couldn’t be happier.
If Mo Chuxi was upset, Xiao Yiran felt delighted.
Soon, Mu Qianshui walked in, wearing a silver evening gown and radiating bright, gentle charm.
"Chuxi."
Standing beside Mo Chuxi, she greeted him softly before turning to Xiao Yiran.
"Young Master Xiao, hello."
"Having the renowned actress herself attend my event—it’s my honor. I wonder if I might have the pleasure of sharing the first dance with you later?"
Xiao Yiran deliberately leaned closer to Mu Qianshui, his peripheral vision keenly observing Mo Chuxi’s reaction.
Mu Qianshui smiled demurely, lifting her gaze with a trace of bashful elegance toward Mo Chuxi.
"I’m afraid that I’ll have to disappoint Young Master Xiao."
"Oh?"
Xiao Yiran smirked devilishly.
"Word has it that Young Master Mo has been dating recently. Judging from this, it seems the leading lady must be you, Actress Mu?"
Mu Qianshui froze montarily at these words. Noticing Mo Chuxi’s detached expression, she was about to play along and tacitly confirm Xiao Yiran’s speculation when a sudden commotion at the entrance interrupted her.
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