"Ding!"
As Yan Zhirou finished her shaless remark, the elevator doors opened right on cue.
Yan Xinxin clenched her fists tightly.
Was this person really her biological sister? Not only did she spew such hurtful words, but she had also committed an utterly unforgivable act.
Yan Xinxin truly wanted to slap her across the face, but arguing with Yan Zhirou here was clearly not a rational move.
"Yan Xinxin..."
"Yan Zhirou, one day, you will regret everything you've done."
Yan Xinxin interrupted, her expressive eyes casting a aningful glance at Yan Zhirou before stepping out of the elevator.
"Yan Xinxin! What do you an by that? How dare you threaten ?"
Yan Zhirou followed closely behind her out of the elevator.
It was only after stepping out that she realized this was the 18th floor—the floor where the executives of Di Jue Financial Group gathered.
She glanced around and noticed Yan Xinxin looking up and scanning her surroundings, as if she were searching for soone.
What was going on?
Why would Yan Xinxin co to Di Jue Financial Group?
A sense of unease crept over Yan Zhirou. She nervously clutched the bag in her hand.
Inside it were the jewelry design sketches she had stolen from Yan Xinxin's room. The reason she had successfully passed her interview last week was entirely thanks to those two excellent designs.
"Are you Lady Yan?"
While Yan Zhirou was caught in turmoil, a receptionist not far away suddenly stood up, smiled faintly in their direction, and greeted them.
Yan Xinxin naturally heard the receptionist's voice. Just as she was about to walk over, Yan Zhirou darted past her, arriving at the counter first.
"Lady Yan, President Mo is waiting for you in his office. Let take you there."
The receptionist offered a friendly gesture.
Yan Zhirou's mouth curved in surprise and delight. She was montarily speechless, but her heart raced with ecstatic anticipation.
On her very first day of work, Mo—the elusive President Mo—had asked to see her. It must be, it had to be, love at first sight!
Unable to contain her excitent, Yan Zhirou turned her head and shot Yan Xinxin a smug, condescending glance.
Yan Xinxin ignored Yan Zhirou's provocation and checked the ti, realizing it was already nine o'clock.
She quickly walked to the front desk, intercepting Yan Zhirou's path.
"Yan Xinxin, what are you doing? Don't get in the way of eting Mo!"
Upon hearing this, the receptionist froze montarily, her gaze shifting questioningly to Yan Zhirou.
"So you're not Lady Yan Xinxin."
"..."
Yan Zhirou stood dumbfounded, her mind racing to a conclusion.
Mo Chuxi was actually looking for Yan Xinxin!
Yan Xinxin knew Mo? How could that be!
"Apologies, Lady Yan Xinxin. I mistook this lady for you."
The receptionist apologized.
"It's alright, it's not your fault."
Yan Xinxin offered a friendly smile, then raised her gaze to Yan Zhirou, whose face had turned rigid.
"It's just that so people are too delusional, that's all."
"Yan Xinxin, you..."
Yan Zhirou's face dropped, grinding her teeth in anger as jealousy and confusion filled her heart.
Sensing the growing tension between them, the receptionist quickly took the initiative to lead the way.
"Lady Yan, you're already late. Please follow ."
"Sure, thank you."
Yan Xinxin responded and followed. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Yan Zhirou's face turn a livid shade of green, which gave her a sense of satisfaction.
Rembering Zhirou's expression—like she was perpetually constipated—Xinxin suddenly recalled that Zhirou seed infatuated with Mo Chuxi, spending considerable effort to join Di Jue Financial Group just to be close to him.
The receptionist led Yan Xinxin to a frosted glass door, knocked softly, and announced their arrival.
After only a few seconds, a deep, magnetic male voice resonated from inside, "Co in."
The voice sounded so familiar that Yan Xinxin paused for two full seconds before stepping inside.
The gentle May sunlight stread in, revealing a man in a white shirt seated behind the desk. Backlit by the light, his features appeared refined and elegant.
But when Xinxin focused for a closer look, her eyes widened in astonishnt.
"You... Why is it you?!"
Seeing that cold, handso face, Xinxin froze where she stood, utterly stunned with disbelief!
The man from last night was the sa one who had taken her son to the hospital today?
How could there be such a coincidence!
Mo Chuxi raised his dark, penetrating eyes, his gaze lingering briefly yet aningfully over Yan Xinxin.
Could it be true? This seemingly youthful girl, barely out of her teenage years, already had a son?
Yet the impression she gave him last night was nothing like that of soone who had ever been a mother.
However, the facts and the docunts confird it. That little boy nad Yan Chenxi was indeed her son.
For reasons he couldn't explain, Mo Chuxi felt a strange tightness in his chest.
Having fallen victim to soone's elaborate sche last night, he didn't expect that the woman involved had already been with another man and was now just a single mother.
"Sit down."
Mo Chuxi glanced at Yan Xinxin, speaking in a faint, neutral tone.
But Xinxin had no intention of staying and simply wanted to leave as quickly as possible.
She hurried to the desk, set down the money she had prepared beforehand, and addressed him directly.
"Thank you for taking my son to the hospital. Goodbye!"
Mo Chuxi's brows furrowed. Once again, she was simply paying him and planning to walk away?
Watching her eager retreat, his expression darkened instantly.
Just as Xinxin thought she was about to leave the office, a familiar force stopped her in her tracks.
"Ah—!"
Startled, Yan Xinxin cried out instinctively, panic-stricken as she felt his imposing presence closing in. She struggled frantically to free herself.
"Let go of ! Release , you jerk!"
"..."
Mo Chuxi's expression turned dangerously grim. He grabbed her wrist, preventing her from thrashing any further.
The faint, pleasant scent emanating from him drew closer. When she looked up in bewildernt, she was t with his cold, chiseled face.
Oh, no!
He's unbelievably handso!
At such close proximity, Xinxin's first reaction was to be overwheld by his striking looks.
She stared at him with wide, innocent eyes, montarily captivated before snapping back to her senses.
"Let go of now!"
Xinxin raised her hand, trying to push his hand away, but his strength was overpowering.
"I said let go!"
"Now you want to let go? Why didn't you say that last night?"
"..."
Xinxin's face instantly flushed red.
Last night... last night...
No, wait.
Didn't Yan Zhirou say that the man from last night was supposed to be Boss Zhao? Yet the one with her last night had clearly been... this man.
"Tell , how much did they pay you? Who gave you the courage?"
"..."
The man's voice was low and crisp, but his words left Xinxin completely bewildered.
"What do you an? Who's paying ?"
"Still playing dumb?"
"..."
She had no idea what Mo Chuxi was talking about. His lips curled into a faint, mocking smile, and he leaned in even closer.
"Mo Chuxi, don't co any closer!"
Xinxin's cheeks burned red as she summoned the courage to face his deep, piercing gaze.
"I don't know why you ended up in my room last night, but I swear I didn't do it on purpose. I don't even know you!"
Mo Chuxi chuckled softly, clearly unconvinced by her explanation.
"You don't know , yet you reached out to a stranger?"
"Ah, so this is how Ancheng University female students conduct themselves—so bold and open?"
"..."
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