"Do you think a few roses and a cheap ring can buy off? I won’t stoop that low!"...
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The next day.
Di Jue Financial Group’s executive eting room.
For the first ti, the male and female leaders felt that their President looked sowhat fatigued, as if he didn’t sleep well last night.
Mo Chuxi truly had little interest in conducting the usual eting. He sat lazily reclining in his chair, holding his phone, texting Yan Xinxin.
Indeed, he had spent a long ti last night coaxing and deceiving her, yet he still didn’t manage to achieve his desires. Not even the privilege of her delicate hands lending him a little assistance.
This left him taking cold showers late into the night, struggling terribly to extinguish the fire.
The eting concluded after about ten minutes.
Mo Chuxi, with his long strides, casually returned to his office, with Ah Ding following closely behind.
"Mr. Mo, have you checked today’s trending headlines?"
He asked, his tone full of curiosity.
"Lady Mu is the star of Di Jue’s film company, yet you had release this news. Won’t she be humiliated beyond redemption in this industry?"
"That sounds just fine."
Mo Chuxi’s lips parted indifferently, his expression unchanged.
"A person reaping what they sow doesn’t warrant sympathy."
"Fair point."
Ah Ding nodded in agreent, followed by a deep sigh.
"Still, I can’t believe it. Soone of her level would stoop to unspoken rules just to secure a lead role, and had the audacity to set up a sche targeting you, Mr. Mo. Thinking about it makes sick."
"Before you throw up, update on the matter you’ve been tracking."
"Of course!"
Ah Ding instantly perked up.
"According to the brilliant investigation of yours truly, the summary is as follows: On that moonless and windy night five years ago, Mr. Mo, under compromised consciousness..."
Mo Chuxi’s brows furrowed slightly.
"Cut out your adjectives and unnecessary descriptions. Summarize concisely."
"Got it, got it!"
Ah Ding nodded strictly in compliance and continued his report with utmost seriousness.
"On June 6th five years ago, Mr. Mo and Yan Xinxin engaged in indescribable acts. The following year, Yan Xinxin gave birth to twins, but the little girl passed away due to heart complications despite rescue efforts..."
As Ah Ding voiced these words, he could feel the pressure in the office drop significantly.
"Now, there are two points of suspicion. First, what exactly did Mu Qianshui do upon entering your room that night, Mr. Mo? Second, is that little girl nad Mu Chenxi truly the daughter of Lady Mu?"
After listening to Ah Ding’s report, Mo Chuxi’s brows furrowed tightly. The information seed no clearer—looks like his decision to withhold Ah Ding’s bonus would remain unchanged.
"Is the DNA report ready yet?" he asked.
"This afternoon."
"Deliver it to imdiately once it’s available."
"Absolutely!"
Ah Ding nodded, suddenly looking hesitant, as though there was more he wanted to say.
"Uh, Mr. Mo, I’ve already located the site where Yan Xinxin purchased her daughter’s grave. Would you like to..."
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