What!
There are still people outside?
Hearing this, Jian Ziqing felt as if she could no longer breathe!
She felt like a huge crowd was about to rush in to interview her—this woman accused of being a mistress, undergoing plastic surgery, taking bribes, and still being soone’s third wheel. Enduring the sharp pain in both her hands, Jian Ziqing struggled to get up.
"That’s her!"
"Quick, get her!"
The mont Jian Ziqing’s pale and twisted face appeared, the dia crew, ard with their caras, surged forward eagerly!
This so-called top student from S University, a high-level jewelry appraiser and industry judge—she used to have so reputation in Ancheng, but now...
"Don’t take pictures, don’t take pictures!"
Jian Ziqing covered her face with both hands, the blood-red streaks on her pale face making her look as terrifying as a corpse!
She ran out frantically, pushing through the crowd, as the reporters imdiately followed after her.
Gossip like this, especially controversial ones, was their absolute favorite kind to report!
"Mo Shao, the matter is perfectly resolved. I’ll go get the car now and wait for you at the entrance."
With the annoying people and troubles dealt with, Ah Ding seed particularly relaxed.
Turns out even toy guns could be so intimidating?
But Mo Shao’s gun was the real deal.
If he had Mo Shao’s shooting skills, he’d also get licensed and carry a gun around to charm won!
As the crowd dispersed, peace returned.
Yan Xinxin turned her face and looked at the man, who was also gazing deeply at her.
"When did you recover? Hmm?"
Mo Chuxi opened his mouth and asked, his deep eyes radiating gentle light.
Yan Xinxin pursed her lips and smiled.
"Just now, when that lady kept ntioning ’Yan Xinxin, Yan Xinxin...’ Hmm-hmm, then Yan Xinxin ca back."
Listening to her answer, Mo Chuxi couldn’t help but chuckle, raising his hand to gently stroke her delicate cheek.
"Why does it always feel so calm when you switch back to the Yan Xinxin personality?"
"I don’t know either."
Yan Xinxin shrugged with a faint smile.
"On the contrary, every ti I feel scared, I run away and turn back into Mu Qianyuan."
"Sorry."
He apologized, his gaze carrying profound regret and heartache.
"That day, I went too far, making you feel so awful that to avoid confronting , you turned back into Yuan."
Yan Xinxin smiled and shook her head, lifting her hand to hold Mo Chuxi’s wrist.
"You were right. Even though you knew nothing happened between Xiao Yize and , as my husband, you couldn’t ignore it. You were angry, furious, because you were worried about , cared about , loved . I don’t bla you."
She spoke while lifting her clear, heartfelt gaze.
"Chuxi, I’m very thankful for how patient you’ve been with , for how much you’ve cared for . Yan Xinxin isn’t very capable in this lifeti; my greatest achievent is marrying you and becoming Mrs. Mo."
With those words of gratitude, Yan Xinxin stood on her tiptoes, pressing her soft lips gently against Mo Chuxi’s thin lips.
"Even if I’m really just your trophy... I think I would still feel proud."
"You’re not a trophy."
He rejected her conclusion, his electric eyes radiating passionate devotion.
"You’re Mo Chuxi’s most precious treasure in this lifeti, incomparable... to anyone else."
As his deep, magnetic voice fell, his thin lips gently pressed against hers.
She thought, like herself, it would only be a light kiss, but she soon felt the man diving deeper and indulging with increasing intensity.
"Chuxi, Ah Ding is still waiting for us. Let’s go, and I also don’t want to stay in this room..."
"That can be easily solved."
???
Yan Xinxin was puzzled, still wondering, when Mo Chuxi suddenly grabbed her hand.
"Chuxi, where are you taking ? What are you planning to do?"
"Of course, I’m going to..."
He paused mid-sentence, giving her a aningful look.
"You."
"..."
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