The night was hazy.
Mo Chuxi, draped in a robe, half-lay on the bed.
He lifted his deep gaze toward the little woman sitting at the desk, her eyes fixed on the computer screen.
"Mrs. Mo, it’s ti to sleep."
"Go ahead and sleep by yourself. I must finish this drawing tonight. Tomorrow I’ll discuss the competition with my ntor."
"How can I sleep without you by my side?"
"You’ve been sleeping just fine for so many years without by your side."
"..."
Yan Xinxin didn’t even lift her head as she casually replied.
Mo Chuxi felt a sudden pang in his chest, and at this mont, he truly wished Mu Qianyuan’s primary personality could defeat this secondary personality of Yan Xinxin.
Because whenever she was Mu Qianyuan, she was unbelievably obedient.
He could do whatever he wanted—he didn’t even need to lift a finger, and she would stick to him like a clingy little kitten.
Yan Xinxin was working the mouse, drawing intently, when she suddenly felt a warm presence behind her, followed by two hands circling around her waist.
"Yuan."
"..."
"Would you keep Brother Xi company and sleep, please?"
"Mo Chuxi, stop trying to trick . I’m Yan Xinxin right now, and you can forget about trying to boss around."
Seeing through his motive, Yan Xinxin didn’t even turn her head as she continued her work.
"Mo Chuxi, stop ssing around! I’m almost done!"
"Go ahead and finish—I won’t bother you."
She gripped the mouse tightly, summoning the last bit of her willpower to add a single hydrangea flower to the bottom-right corner of the completed drawing, and then finally clicked save.
As soon as Yan Xinxin released her hand, Mo Chuxi scooped her up by the waist.
Brother Xi...
Yan Xinxin carried the drawing, the completed computer graphic from last night, as well as the concept diagram stored on a USB drive, and walked toward the rooftop café on the hotel’s upper floor.
The preliminary round results would be announced today. Typically, advancing shouldn’t be a problem as long as no amateur mistake was made in terms of professional standards.
She was also confident in herself.
Now, she was heading to the rooftop café to discuss the design concepts for the next qualifying round with Xiao Yize.
She pressed the elevator button, and monts later, the door opened.
Yan Xinxin stepped inside.
"Hi, Yan Xinxin."
She was just about to press the button when she heard soone call her from behind. Startled, Yan Xinxin turned her head slightly.
Jian Ziqing removed her sunglasses and curled her lips into a smile at her.
"What’s wrong? Don’t you recognize ?"
She asked.
Yan Xinxin smiled faintly.
"Of course, I recognize you. How could I not? You’re my husband’s ex-girlfriend after all!"
Upon hearing Yan Xinxin’s words, Jian Ziqing’s expression froze for a mont, but she quickly resud her smile with her ruby lips curling upward.
"Are you really Xi’s wife?"
She sized up Yan Xinxin with a hint of skepticism.
"I’ve seen the wedding video of Xi’s ceremony; the bride there looked rather different from you."
Yan Xinxin heard this and smiled gracefully, her brows arching slightly as she replied.
"Lady Jian, are you trying to say I look prettier in real life compared to the video? You’ve got such an excellent eye."
"..."
Jian Ziqing’s expression froze for the second ti.
She originally intended to mock Yan Xinxin for being overly dolled up and filtered on her wedding day, trying to give surrounding passengers sothing to chuckle at, but didn’t expect Yan Xinxin to turn the tables with her retort.
The other passengers in the elevator subconsciously glanced at Yan Xinxin.
The pear-shaped face, perfect lips and teeth, and clean, makeup-free visage marked her as a rare natural beauty.
Seeing the admiration in everyone’s eyes directed toward Yan Xinxin, Jian Ziqing pressed her crimson lips together tightly, visibly annoyed.
"Ding!"
The elevator arrived at the top floor.
Everyone stepped out toward the rooftop café, including Yan Xinxin.
"The preliminary results just ca out. Would you like to know the outco?"
Jian Ziqing kept pace with Yan Xinxin, deliberately bringing up a topic she assud would pique her interest.
Yan Xinxin walked elegantly toward the café, her pink lips parting lightly.
"Thank you for your kindness, Lady Jian, but I don’t need to know this second."
Faced with Yan Xinxin’s straightforward refusal, Jian Ziqing’s expression turned even darker.
"Lady Yan seems overly confident. Do you really think you’ll make it to the finals?"
"I’m blessed with an excellent ntor and wonderful colleagues to guide and assist , and even a caring husband to share my burdens. With such fantastic conditions for creation, do you think I’ll be eliminated, Lady Jian?"
"Lady Yan’s deliberate ntion of having a loving husband—is this ant to provoke ?"
At this, Yan Xinxin’s steps slowed. She turned her composed smile toward Jian Ziqing, whose gaze carried an edge.
"Lady Jian, wouldn’t you say the sa? I’m simply repaying in kind."
"Well said—repaying in kind."
Jian Ziqing smirked, her red lips curving upward as she folded her arms.
"Lady Yan might look like she’s won now by marrying Xi, but in reality, you’ve still lost."
Her words carried heavy implication, her arched brows exuding pride.
"Would you like to know why? Because..."
Leaning in, she whispered low into Yan Xinxin’s ear.
With each word Jian Ziqing uttered, Yan Xinxin’s heart sank deeper and deeper...
Lies! It must be lies!
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