Just as Yan Xinxin began explaining, her lips were ruthlessly sealed by Mo Chuxi’s cold and unyielding lips!
There was none of the tenderness or sweetness of the past. At this mont, the aggressive kiss felt more like punishnt, a chastisent!
The taste of blood quickly sared between their lips, his devouring kiss nearly stealing all her breath away.
Yan Xinxin could feel Mo Chuxi’s anger and frustration. After several attempts to struggle and explain failed, she gave up resisting.
His punishnt gradually subsided; when their lips finally parted, the trace of blood on both mouths told the story of that violent reckoning just monts ago.
Yan Xinxin greedily gulped fresh air and coughed softly as her eyes brimd with a stifling ache.
Mo Chuxi raised his hand, his thumb gently brushing over Yan Xinxin’s bloodied lips.
"Why give an opportunist a chance to exploit you? Hmm?"
He asked.
Though his tone lacked sharp aggression, it was icy to the core.
Yan Xinxin took a deep breath, swallowing her grievances, and looked up with slightly reddened, watery eyes.
"Chuxi, please believe . Nothing happened between and Young Master Xiao..."
"Do you think I can’t tell these were staged photos?"
He countered, his gaze sharp and piercing.
Yan Xinxin froze slightly in surprise.
"Chuxi?"
"The shredder is there. Destroy all these photos. I don’t ever want to see them again."
With that, he flung her wrist aside with indifference, then coldly turned to leave.
"Chuxi!"
Yan Xinxin tried to call out to him.
But Mo Chuxi was unmoved, his figure disappearing almost instantly before her eyes.
Yan Xinxin felt a sharp pain in her chest. Reflexively clutching her heart, she took deep breaths to ease the discomfort.
She bit down hard on her lip, so hard that the skin broke. It was this distinct, stinging pain that gradually allowed her to withstand the gnawing ache in her heart.
Forcing herself to regain composure, Yan Xinxin lowered her gaze once more to the stack of photos in her hand.
Should she be grateful that Mo Chuxi hadn’t misunderstood her relationship with Xiao Yize?
He had seen through them imdiately, recognizing them as staged photos—evidence that he already understood it had all been a setup.
And yet, he had asked why she allowed herself to be exploited by others with ulterior motives.
Yan Xinxin breathed heavily, weighed down. Even though he had seen through the plot, he was still angry—terribly angry.
As her husband, seeing photos of his wife lying in the sa bed as another man, even if nothing actually happened, was undoubtedly infuriating.
Yan Xinxin didn’t look further. She fed all the photos into the shredder, grinding them to pieces.
Clenching her fists tightly, doubts swirled within her.
This matter would definitely not end here...
Mo Qingning saw Mo Chuxi coming down from upstairs, his handso face clouded with intensity.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, she hurriedly ran toward him.
"Young Master Mo, good day!"
She greeted playfully, advancing with a smile. Mo Chuxi seed to pause ever so slightly upon seeing her.
"Young Master Mo must be wondering why I’m here, right? Well, let tell you!"
She chirped as she walked up to Mo Chuxi, affectionately linking her arm with his.
Not far away, Ye Wei’er watched with disdain, her lips curling into a sneer.
"While I was in Europe attending a design lecture, I happened to run into Saozi. Then we had dinner together, went shopping together, stayed at the sa hotel, and now we’re even heading back ho together..."
Mo Chuxi ca to an abrupt stop, his cold gaze shooting straight through her.
Mo Qingning flinched slightly, her voice shrinking in hesitation.
Whenever she saw Mo Chuxi’s chilling eyes, it sent shivers down her spine.
"Well, big brother... you should trust your wife, right? Of course, you’d also trust your good friend Xiao Yize, wouldn’t you?"
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