They returned to the VIP box.
Nan Yan noticed that the cake on the table had already disappeared, not even the box was left behind.
She pressed the corners of her lips down slightly and walked over to sit obediently beside Mo Jinchuan.
Qi Si poured a glass of alcohol, preparing to hand it to her. As he passed in front of Mo Jinchuan, the hand holding the glass was immediately locked onto by Mo Jinchuan’s gaze.
Qi Si: “……”
If he still could not understand that cold, indifferent look, then he would not deserve to carry the Qi surname.
But Qi Si was petty. Fine, he would still give the sister-in-law alcohol.
Under Mo Jinchuan’s watchful eyes, the glass of wine was placed in front of Nan Yan. Qi Si said in a teasing tone: “Sister-in-law, thanks for going to the trouble of making the cake. I’ll treat you to a drink.”
“Thank you.” Nan Yan responded politely and reached out to take the glass.
However, before her fingers could touch it, the glass was already taken by Mo Jinchuan.
“???” Nan Yan looked confused.
At that moment, the door was pushed open, and a staff member from the auction house somehow brought in a bottle of juice, opened it, and poured it for Nan Yan.
“……”
Nan Yan was speechless. Children’s drink? Did they look down on her or what?
Mo Jinchuan glanced at her, and seeing her still pouting, he shifted his gaze to her stomach and reminded her: “You want to drink alcohol?”
The implication was clear—was a so-called “pregnant woman” trying to drink alcohol?
Nan Yan: “……”
She had almost forgotten that detail.
She really had been digging one pit after another for herself.
She shook her head. “No, I don’t. I like juice.”
Saying that, she lifted the drink and took a sip. The taste was unexpectedly good.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk!” Qi Si shook his head and clicked his tongue. “Look at your attitude. You scared sister-in-law so much she’s drinking juice in a bar now.”
She had to be escorted when going to the restroom, controlled even when drinking—so this was what the cold, abstinent big boss looked like after marriage?
In their eyes, Nan Yan looked like a timid and obedient girl, clearly afraid of Mo Jinchuan.
They even suspected some underhanded method had been used to trick the girl into marriage—was she even forced into registering?
Qi Si’s mind had already constructed a dramatic forced-love storyline.
Seeing the misunderstanding, Nan Yan kindly explained for Mo Jinchuan: “No, it’s mainly because I’m pregnant, so I can’t drink alcohol.”
Qi Si’s mouth fell open. “A shotgun marriage?”
The others also raised their brows in surprise. In their impression, a shotgun marriage involving Mo Jinchuan was highly unlikely.
But Mo Jinchuan had kept his marriage extremely private. Even Nan Yan was someone they were seeing for the first time. They had only heard she was the adopted daughter of the recently rising Xia Family.
They were already curious how the two had gotten together—now it was a shotgun marriage?
Looking at Nan Yan’s obedient appearance, it did not seem impossible.
“Ah? No, it’s—”
She wanted to say it was an imperial decree marriage—decided by Old Master Mo.
But she suddenly realized something: these people did not actually know how she and Mo Jinchuan got married. Mo Jinchuan had kept it hidden?
Why hide it?
She did not dwell on it further. If it was hidden, then so be it. Right now, she needed to win Mo Jinchuan over first.
“It was me who pursued him. Love at first sight. One glance and I was completely fallen for his illegally handsome face. After getting to know him, I found out he’s smart, kind, and has an excellent personality. I chased him relentlessly before finally winning over my idol.”
Nan Yan smoothly changed direction mid-sentence, praising Mo Jinchuan as if he were a flawless masterpiece.
Mo Jinchuan showed a slight hint of surprise, then the corners of his lips lifted almost imperceptibly.
That little mouth really could spin a story.
“……”
The people present had complicated expressions as they looked at the cold, sharp, ruthless Mo Jinchuan—at a loss for words.
Handsome, fine. Smart, fine. Kind? Excellent personality?
“Kind? Excellent personality?” Qi Si looked like he had just seen a ghost after a hundred years and could not help asking: “Like what?”
What kind of misunderstanding led to such an outrageous label?
“……”
Now it was Nan Yan’s turn to be at a loss. Was it really polite to interrogate someone’s compliment right in front of the person involved?
More importantly, she had only intended to build that persona for him. If she praised him enough, maybe he would gradually match the label.
If she could not change her tragic ending, maybe Mo Jinchuan would at least be kind enough to give her some money and let her leave safely.
“For example… he sees me as pitiful and kindly gives me money. And when I occasionally make mistakes, he doesn’t get angry at all. That kind of excellent personality.”
Qi Si and the others exchanged complicated, slightly disdainful looks toward Mo Jinchuan.
A liar.
When had he ever kindly given anyone money?
His nickname was Grim Reaper Mo. When had he ever had an “excellent personality”?
He was clearly someone who deceived innocent, naive girls.
Qi Si could not help himself and quickly typed on his phone, sending a message into their brothers’ group chat:
[Fraud. Didn’t expect you to be this kind of person, tricking innocent girls like a big bad wolf @Mo Jinchuan]
[The so-called Grim Reaper Mo—how shameless can you be, pretending to be Little Red Riding Hood’s grandmother to fool a little white rabbit?]
After reading the message, Mo Jinchuan merely raised a brow and then looked at Nan Yan.
Nan Yan was leaning lazily against the sofa, her soft, slightly chubby cheek looking delicate and harmless. Her big eyes blinked seriously, as if everything she said was absolutely true.
Completely unaware that she was earnestly figuring out how to praise him properly without sounding fake.
After watching her for a few seconds, Mo Jinchuan could not help but let out a low chuckle.
Who exactly was the little liar here?
No wonder the assistant’s background check labeled her consistently as gentle and obedient.
If she had not once hit him, he might have believed it too.
He casually swiped his finger and kicked Qi Si out of the group chat.
Instantly, the world became much quieter.
Qi Si glared secretly in frustration but did not dare expose him in front of his little sister-in-law.
Afraid of getting beaten.
While they were drinking and chatting, the internet had already exploded.
The trending hot search list had five entries related to Nan Yan:
[Jewelry Design Competition First Place: Nan Yan]
[Mo Jinchuan Marriage: Nan Yan]
[Jewelry Design Competition Plagiarism Incident: Xia Zhizhi copied Nan Yan]
[Real heiress vs fake heiress: fake heiress wins in career and love]
[Nan Yan—beautiful, kind, and talented: what kind of goddess is she?]
“In the trending list I bought, why is the heat so low?”
In the Tang Design Studio, Shen Xixi stared at the trending list and muttered.
Tang Can closed her eyes. “Have you looked at what you actually bought? Does that even look like a trending topic?”
Shen Xixi: “Isn’t ‘beautiful, kind, and talented—what kind of goddess is she?’ correct?”
Lu Youyou, always emotionally intense, nodded vigorously like a bobblehead. “Correct. Extremely correct.”
Tang Can no longer wanted to speak. Useless teammates—one brainless, one sweet but clueless.
It was obvious someone behind the scenes was pushing the trending topics, possibly more than one person.
Shen Xixi, the fool, had enthusiastically bought something completely useless.
It was like scratching an itch in the wrong place—no effect at all.
At the bar, since Nan Yan was present, Mo Jinchuan and the others did not stay too late.
When they were about to leave, Nan Yan glanced at a clothing strap on the table. A trace of mischief flashed in her eyes as she picked it up and took it with her.
The pupils of Mo Jinchuan’s brothers shrank slightly. Their gazes shifted back and forth between the clothing item and the two of them.
“Um… sister-in-law, that clothes—”
“What’s wrong with this clothes? Didn’t he buy it? It was placed right in front of him. Don’t tell me… someone gave it to him?”