"The result? You don’t need to know."
Mu Qianshui spoke coldly.
The next second, without hesitation, she tore the appraisal report in her hand into pieces with a sharp *shrrrk*, throwing it into the trash, her dark and eerie gaze fixed on the bin.
Mu Qianyuan, so what if you’re really alive?
I can make you die all over again!
This ti, you’ll die an even more miserable death than before!
☆
The start of a new week, early morning.
Mo Chuxi personally drove the two little ones to kindergarten.
"Daddy, daddy, why hasn’t mommy co back yet?"
Little Chenxi furrowed her adorable brows and tugged on Mo Chuxi’s pant leg, asking while counting on her chubby little fingers.
"1, 2, 3, 4, hmm... Xixi hasn’t seen pretty mommy for four days now."
Mo Chuxi squatted down, smoothing Chenxi’s little skirt.
"Be good, Chun. Daddy promises you, mommy will definitely co back, okay?"
"Chuxi Daddy must have done sothing bad, really really bad, to make little Xinxin angry. Otherwise, my little Xinxin wouldn’t be so willful."
Yan Chenxi looked at Mo Chuxi with a skeptical gaze.
It must be like that.
Little Xinxin has never run off like this before, not even ignoring .
Mo Chuxi glanced up at that stern-looking little "Xiao Shuai" face.
"Daddy promises your little Xinxin will co back."
He said, then rose to his feet.
"Take your sister inside now."
Yan Chenxi nodded, then reached out to take Chenxi’s hand.
"Bye, Chuxi Daddy."
"Bye-bye, Daddy~"
Watching the adorable little backs of the two children, Mo Chuxi smiled faintly and nodded.
But when he thought of that little woman who had "disappeared" for four days to avoid him, the smile on his handso face quickly faded.
It was near 9 o’clock, the start of work hours.
At the entrance of Di Jue Financial Group, a constant stream of people rushed in, just barely making it on ti.
Among the crowd, a sleek and slender figure moved toward the elevator.
As the elevator doors happened to open, a large group quickly squeezed in. Yan Xinxin quickened her pace slightly, but just as she reached it, the elevator doors closed right in front of her.
She glanced down at the ti—it was right on the edge of being late.
Turning her head, she noticed the farthest elevator rising from the basent. Without thinking, she walked over and pressed the button.
In just a few seconds, the elevator made a *ding* sound and opened.
Without hesitation, Yan Xinxin stepped in, but as both feet landed inside, the faintly familiar scent of orchids wafted to her nose.
Raising her head, her starry eyes abruptly collided with Mo Chuxi’s deep, dark gaze, as profound as the night.
Mo Chuxi, upon seeing Yan Xinxin, was slightly stunned, and even more captivated.
Just four days apart, and it was as if she had transford yet again.
She wore a crisp white three-quarter sleeve blouse paired with a gray pencil skirt, and flat shoes on her feet.
She exuded both the aura of a professional office lady and the delicate style of a refined debutante.
Her waist-length black hair was parted slightly off-center, effortlessly draped to fra her small oval face. Her makeup-free complexion was flawless, clean, and radiant.
For a mont, ti seed to rewind—he glimpsed the pure, youthful beauty she had at eighteen on her face now.
Mo Chuxi’s heartbeat quickened, and he was just about to say sothing when he noticed Yan Xinxin shifting her gaze away and turning to leave.
He quickly extended his slender fingers and pressed the ’close door’ button.
Yan Xinxin’s steps paused slightly, followed by the sensation of her wrist being gently but firmly held by a familiar grip.
"Mrs. Mo, how long do you intend to keep avoiding ? Hmm?"
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