Xiao Yiran’s words carried deep aning and a faint hint of amusent.
Mo Chuxi put down his phone and imdiately opened Weibo.
Yan Xinxin’s na prominently appeared on the trending list. He clicked on the headline, which included a detailed introduction to Yan Xinxin’s personal information, accompanied by images from tonight’s event in the banquet hall.
The photos were taken from excellent angles, showcasing Yan Xinxin in the exquisite dress he personally designed. The dress seed tailor-made to accentuate her graceful figure.
Under the crystal chandelier, her flawless and refreshing face was perfectly captured in the lens.
Everything seed positive.
But in the end, there was an additional photo of her standing next to Mu Qianshui.
At the long table, Yan Xinxin held a plate in her hand, her smile carrying a subtle undertone, while Mu Qianshui offered her a glass of red wine, looking at her with a mix of confusion and slight grievance.
Just by seeing the photo, Mo Chuxi could already anticipate the kinds of criticisms and insults that might arise in the comnts.
Mu Qianshui was a top-tier celebrity with massive popularity, while Yan Xinxin was simply an ordinary college student.
"So? I assu Young Master Mo has already seen it by now? Your precious student is about to make headlines—aren’t you delighted?"
Xiao Yiran’s slightly provocative and joking tone ca through the phone.
Mo Chuxi picked up his phone again, evidently unwilling to waste ti in small talk. His sharp peach blossom lips parted slightly.
"Xiao Yiran, don’t touch my people."
"Your people?"
Xiao Yiran chuckled and asked.
"By ’your people,’ do you an the ones in your bed? So, how is it? The taste of a college girl must be quite good, right?"
Mo Chuxi’s deep eyes narrowed slightly.
"Xiao Yiran, you’ve admitted it, then?"
"That’s right. I admit it."
Xiao Yiran no longer denied it.
"But I suppose Young Master Mo should thank . This Yan Xinxin seems to perfectly suit your preferences, doesn’t she?"
"Xiao Yiran, get to the point. If you’re a man, don’t drag won into your sches."
"Tsk tsk!"
Xiao Yiran laughed upon hearing Mo Chuxi’s words.
"It seems Young Master Mo really has taken a liking to this Yan Xinxin. That’s just perfect—I love using people’s weaknesses to secure my own advantage."
Listening to Xiao Yiran’s words, Mo Chuxi had more or less pieced things together.
"Next month is the election for the chairman of the Transnational Conglorate Alliance Chamber. Let’s see whether Young Master Mo still has the mood to prepare for the election after watching this video."
As soon as Xiao Yiran finished speaking, Mo Chuxi received an email on his phone.
Yan Xinxin, who had long lost her appetite for noodles, was standing not far behind Mo Chuxi, attentively observing him.
She noticed the calm lack of emotion on his handso profile, but gradually, one of his brows furrowed deeply, and his face grew considerably somber.
Was it an important call?
Or had sothing serious happened?
Yan Xinxin felt puzzled and took slow steps toward him.
"The photos are well-taken. Both Yan Xinxin and I look great on cara—the angles are perfect."
Yan Xinxin’s petite figure had just approached Mo Chuxi’s back when she overheard him say this.
" and him on cara?"
She stopped in confusion, staring at the elegant, flowing short hair on Mo Chuxi’s head. Imdiately, his pleasant voice followed.
"Young Master Xiao, is it your first day doing business or your first day knowing ? Do you really think I’d let sothing this trivial make drop out of the election?"
Election? Election for what?
Yan Xinxin listened intently, still bewildered, and then heard Mo Chuxi let out a soft chuckle.
"Do you assu I’ve never seen a woman in my life? Or do you think I’d forfeit the chairman’s position for a single woman?"
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