The moment Mo Qiyu thought of what had happened at the school gate, he was filled with indignation.
He had painstakingly orchestrated a scene where a domineering CEO would appear, rescue the damsel, and dramatically slap the face of the Ming family for his baby!
But this scoundrel had ruined everything!
He had stolen all the limelight.
All the handsomeness had been stolen by that scoundrel!
Although, the scoundrel's appearance had indeed made the face-slapping scene even more spectacular.
But he preferred the joy of slapping faces himself!
"What's my relationship with Baby got to do with you?" Mo Qiyu wrinkled his nose and snorted coldly, "Even if you stole my thunder just now, Baby's heart still belongs to me!"
Chi Xian's dark eyes gradually deepened.
When the wall sconces of Ming Yao shone on his face, they inexplicably added a touch of faint, chilling coldness.
He flicked his eyelids.
In the air, an invisible wave of energy flowed.
With a "whoosh" sound breaking the air,
Mo Qiyu felt as if his chest had been struck by an invisible wave of energy.
It didn't hurt, nor did it injure him.
But his internal organs were violently shaken by that wave of energy.
The feeling was like suddenly braking hard, his body lurching forward.
It made him want to vomit.
It made his body fly out uncontrollably.
Damn it!
Scoundrel!
What was the meaning of resorting to violence at the slightest disagreement?
Had some word stimulated him, making him enraged and ashamed?
Mo Qiyu couldn't control his body at all.
Wuwuwu!
He had only one wish.
That was—not to injure his handsome CEO face!
He closed his eyes with the resolve of facing death, bracing for the impact.
However, his arm was grabbed.
His body, which was about to fly backward, was also firmly held in place.
A faint, almost imperceptible spiritual energy spread from the palm that was holding his arm, all the way to his internal organs.
It instantly overwhelmed the nauseating feeling churning in his stomach.
Mo Qiyu's eyes snapped open.
He saw that the person grabbing him was indeed Baby.
"Baby still cares about me the most!" He was about to pounce on Ming Zheng to put on a show of manly affection, crying about Chi Xian's coldheartedness and unreasonable behavior.
Before he could pounce,
Ming Zheng stood up.
She pulled him behind her.
Ming Zheng was considered slender and tall.
But standing in front of the 1.88-meter Mo Qiyu, she still seemed a bit petite.
Yet, her imposing aura was enough to suppress everything.
She stood in front of Chi Xian.
Her pair of dark eyes, like stars in the dead of night, were filled with chilling coldness.
Her presence was by no means inferior to Chi Xian's.
In fact... it was an even match.
Chi Xian's calm, dark eyes cast a deep gaze at Mo Qiyu, who was standing behind Ming Zheng, making faces at him and sticking out his tongue with a "la la la" sound.
His gaze grew even deeper.
"You... are protecting him?"
The somewhat stiff words were uttered from his thin lips, mixed with a hint of... overflowing sourness.
Ming Zheng did not flinch from his gaze. Her eyes were calm and undisturbed. "To make a move on my subordinate in front of me, is this how you treat your savior?"
"You still know that you are my savior?" Chi Xian sneered.
Ming Zheng: "?"
Wait.
This tone, this manner of speaking, why did it sound a bit strange?
She didn't feel like a creditor, but rather like someone being dunned.
In this day and age, saviors had to be so pathetic?
"Wait, wait, wait..."
From their conversation, Mo Qiyu caught the key point: "What savior? Who is whose savior? When did you become each other's savior behind my back?"
However, no one answered his question.
Ming Zheng and Chi Xian locked eyes.
It was like a confrontation.
It was also like they were looking at something through each other's eyes.
More accurately...
It was Chi Xian.
He seemed to be confirming his own heart through Ming Zheng's eyes.
As for Ming Zheng, she was thinking—
She had indeed saved a big trouble!
She had initially thought he was a beautiful, "obedient and cute" person whose every glance and even his entire being fit her aesthetic taste.
She thought that beauty could mislead people.
She had saved him, so she had saved him.
At least by saving a beauty, it could benefit the world by being pleasing to the eye.
She could find some comfort in her heart.
But, the other party had transformed, his identity was complicated, and that was that.
The key was that his personality was not very likable!
Obedient, my foot!
"It won't be trouble."
Chi Xian suddenly spoke, his exceptionally beautiful eyebrows as if imbued with a faint tenderness.
When his deep, dark eyes gazed at her quietly,
There was a sense of gazing at the entire world.
"Don't worry about becoming my savior and getting involved in family disputes."
"Everything has been handled, and no one will make you feel troubled."
His voice was low, magnetic, and very pleasant to hear.
Although it was faint and cool, without much emotion.
It still flowed through people's hearts like a clear spring in the mountains.
Ming Zheng: "..."
Did he have telepathy?
Could he know everything she was thinking?
"Also."
Chi Xian took a long stride and walked to Ming Zheng's side, then slowly sat down.
The soft sofa dipped slightly under his weight.
Ming Zheng's leg also unconsciously slid a little towards Chi Xian.
It brushed against his thigh.
Even though there was a layer of fabric between them,
Ming Zheng still seemed to feel... the man's burning touch, searing her leg.
As if shocked, she retracted her foot.
The man seemed oblivious, his calm, deep, dark eyes filled with her: "I really don't know that fake heiress. If it weren't for today, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have remembered such a person. Please don't misunderstand."
Ming Zheng: "..."
Whether he knew Ming Zhirou or not, it really had little to do with her.
What was there to misunderstand?
Besides, there was nothing to misunderstand.
He was the one she had saved.
Although saving him was due to being misled by his beauty,
Although saving him was due to being deceived by his seemingly obedient facade,
He was someone who could catch her eye.
How could he have such poor taste, such blind eyes, to fall for Ming Zhirou?
She mused internally.
But when she met Chi Xian's dark eyes, which were fixed on her with unwavering seriousness,
She still said, "Oh."
Mo Qiyu was standing.
He could clearly see the expressions on the faces of the man and the woman in front of him, and the strange, inexplicable atmosphere between them.
He felt somehow...
Something was wrong!
Chi Xian, that scoundrel, was acting strangely.
Baby was also acting a bit strangely!
Although Chi Xian spoke as indifferently as ever, and his expression didn't change much,
But...
But he seemed to be explaining to Baby?
It felt like a boyfriend explaining a misunderstanding to his girlfriend!
Boyfriend?
Girlfriend?
Was it an illusion?
How could he connect Baby and that scoundrel Chi Xian with such a relationship?
Mo Qiyu raised his hand and slapped himself twice.
What was he thinking so wildly!
He must never have such terrifying thoughts again!
These two slaps were delivered rather suddenly.
Both Ming Zheng and Chi Xian turned their gaze towards him.
Mo Qiyu rubbed his face and chuckled sheepishly, feeling guilty and embarrassed. "It's nothing, it's nothing! This is good. Ah Xian is my brother, and Baby is my family. My brother and my family know each other, and their relationship seems quite good. I'm very happy."