CHAPTER 132: CHAPTER 132: THE INCIDENT THAT HAPPENED THAT YEAR

Mo Chuxi froze the moment his hand clicked to open the email inbox.

He lifted his deep, sharp gaze toward Ah Ding.

"Which hotel?"

"It’s the Universal Star International Hotel under our Di Jue chain, the one located on No.1 Street."

Ah Ding reported truthfully.

"Because there was a contract to sign nearby on that day, you decided to stay overnight there. Moreover, I discovered that Mu Qianshui was also there that evening. I think she came looking for you, Mo Shao."

Upon hearing this report, Mo Chuxi lost all focus on his work.

He vaguely recalled that five years ago, on that particular night, he indeed stayed overnight at that hotel, and Mu Qianshui had indeed come to see him.

But he had never expected that, five years ago, he and Yan Xinxin had already crossed paths without knowing?

A subtle and restless unease stirred within Mo Chuxi as his eyes darkened, fixed intently on Ah Ding.

"Keep going."

"That’s all."

Mo Chuxi’s brows furrowed tightly.

"That’s all?"

"This is all the information we have for now."

"..."

Mo Chuxi felt a twinge of frustration, as though something had blocked up inside him. He stood up, pacing irritably near the tall floor-to-ceiling window.

"Keep investigating. Report to me the moment you have any updates. Find out exactly why Yan Xinxin disappeared that night."

"No problem, I’ll make sure to get to the bottom of this!"

Ah Ding thumped his chest in assurance, but seeing the stern look on his boss’s face, he flashed a sly grin.

"Mo Shao, don’t tell me... you’ve developed feelings for this Yan Xinxin?"

Mo Chuxi paused slightly at the words, raising his gaze to see the boyish, gossiping expression on Ah Ding’s face. His brows arched with subtle amusement.

"Have you ever heard an old saying?"

"Which one?"

"Curiosity killed the cat."

"..."

Ah Ding instantly got the message and scrambled to turn away.

"Mo Shao, I just realized I’m a bit hungry. I’ll go grab some food!"

Watching Ah Ding hurry out the door, Mo Chuxi let out a faint smile, but soon his expression turned serious again.

It wasn’t just Xu Nuo’s provocation that soured his mood—Ye Lirong and Yan Zhirou were increasingly repulsive to him as well.

But right now, what he was most concerned about was the incident five years ago involving Yan Xinxin at the Universal Star International Hotel.

A strange and intense feeling gripped him, a strong premonition that Yan Xinxin might be the one who lost her innocence that night.

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As twilight descended, Mo Chuxi’s striking figure returned to the apartment.

Yan Xinxin, who was preparing dinner in the kitchen, slowly lifted her head at the sound.

The man’s regal, elegant posture carried an air of dominance and cold aloofness, and as she thought back to everything that had happened that morning, Yan Xinxin lowered her gaze again.

Seeing this little woman completely ignoring him, Mo Chuxi tugged at his shirt collar irritably.

"I’m going to take a shower now. Go run the water for me."

"..."

Yan Xinxin’s hands froze mid-rinse. This guy... really treats me like a personal maid, doesn’t he?

Fine!

After all, she owed him.

Surrendering to fate, Yan Xinxin made her way past the rooms and saw her son quietly reading a comic book in his room. She couldn’t help but smile with relief.

But as she remembered her son’s longing for a father, the warmth of her smile gradually faded away.

Mo Chuxi’s room was spacious, and the accompanying bathroom was equally luxurious and fully equipped.

Yan Xinxin walked to the oversized bathtub, turned on the faucet, and suddenly felt the presence of someone standing behind her.

She turned her head, only to see Mo Chuxi dressed in nothing but a towel slung low on his hips, his lean, defined upper body making her nose run hot.

Noticing Yan Xinxin’s flustered reaction, Mo Chuxi’s thin lips curved into a faint smile.

"The water... the water’s ready, so I’ll head out now. Take your time showering."

Yan Xinxin stood up hastily, intending to leave, but Mo Chuxi grabbed her wrist firmly.

"Did I say you could leave?"

"... If I don’t leave, what am I supposed to do here? Are you expecting me to help you shower?"

"You guessed right."

"..."