Mo Chuxi’s heart faltered, as if his heartbeat had skipped a second.
Yan Xinxin had postpartum depression?
"It was because of the Eldest Lady’s death. It hit her hard, and coupled with her living environnt..."
Ah Ding paused slightly as he spoke.
"It took about half a year before Lady Yan’s ntal state improved slightly."
Listening to Ah Ding’s words, Mo Chuxi pressed his thin lips tightly together.
"And after that?"
"After taking care of Xi and weaning him, she went to Ancheng University to study. While studying, she had to care for Xi, take on part-ti jobs, and still hand over one thousand yuan a month as household expenses to her mother..."
"Bang!"
Mo Chuxi slamd the docunt shut forcefully, his thick brows furrowing to the extre.
He couldn’t bear to listen any further.
So eting him was her greatest misfortune.
Everything she endured over these past five years—all of it was because of him.
Those eighteen hundred days and nights filled with anxiety were not sothing he could simply make up for now by sending her a bouquet of roses each day.
"Mo Shao, are you planning to tell Lady Yan the truth about what happened five years ago?"
Ah Ding probed cautiously, clearly concerned about the matter between his boss and the future lady of the house.
"Now that it’s confird that the young miss is alive and well, I think Lady Yan would be very happy if she found out."
As soon as Ah Ding finished his sentence, Mo Chuxi abruptly stood up.
"Mo Shao, where are you going?"
"The 16th floor."
"If you’re looking for Lady Yan, she’s not on the 16th floor right now."
"Hmm?"
Mo Chuxi frowned and looked back.
"When I took the elevator up just now, I happened to see her leaving with the Second Young Master Xiao."
With Xiao Yize again?
Mo Chuxi’s expression soured slightly as he swiftly opened the GPS system on his phone.
On the map, Yan Xinxin’s location was moving—and quickly, too. Based on the direction, he quickly locked in on her destination.
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The afternoon tea hour.
Yan Xinxin returned to Di Jue Group with a cake box in hand and went straight up to the 18th floor.
At the front desk, Niki felt suddenly conflicted when she saw Yan Xinxin.
As soone who kept up with gossip every day, Niki had long discerned the relationship between Mo Chuxi and Yan Xinxin. She was now even more convinced that Yan Xinxin would be the future lady boss.
But at this mont...
"Niki, this is for you."
Yan Xinxin took out a small cake from her shopping bag and placed it on Niki’s desk.
"I’m here to see Mo Chuxi. He’s in his office, right?"
"Thank you for the cake, Lady Yan."
Niki smiled and expressed her gratitude.
"Mo Shao is in his office, but..."
"Hmm?"
"There’s an important guest inside right now."
Niki smiled awkwardly.
An important guest?
"Alright, I’ll just wait here then..."
Before the end of Yan Xinxin’s sentence, the sound of the glass door opening ca from Mo Chuxi’s office.
"If it weren’t for my next engagent, I’d hate to leave so soon."
A tender and soft female voice rang out.
Hearing this, Yan Xinxin looked up, her eyes falling on a graceful, elegant figure and a stunningly beautiful face.
That face—why did it seem so familiar?
Curiosity glead in Yan Xinxin’s eyes. In the next mont, her gaze shifted to Mo Chuxi’s handso figure.
The sa stoic, expressionless face, perhaps even a touch colder than usual.
His deep eyes lifted briefly and t Yan Xinxin’s dazed gaze. But in less than a second, he looked away indifferently. The faint smile that graced his firm, sexy lips—it wasn’t for her.
"I’ll walk you out," he said to the woman.
"Sure!"
The woman replied with a cheerful smile.
The two of them walked side by side, maintaining a slight distance between them. And yet, it felt as if he had completely erased Yan Xinxin’s presence.
As they were about to brush past each other, Yan Xinxin suddenly extended her hand, grabbing Mo Chuxi’s without hesitation.
"Husband."
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