After the doctor left, Nan Yan fixed Mo Jinchuan with a resentful glare from the sofa.
The flush on her skin had not yet faded. Though she wore an angry expression, it looked more like a spoiled, coquettish rage—completely lacking any real intimidation toward Mo Jinchuan.
Mo Jinchuan’s lips curled slightly as he let out an ambiguous smile. “What? Not getting me to sleep with you—disappointed?”
Nan Yan gritted her teeth. She had already figured it out—Mo Jinchuan simply wasn’t interested in her. Soft tactics, hard tactics, open seduction, subtle tricks—none of them worked on him.
But she still had pride. Lifting her chin like an arrogant little cat, she said: “Mo Jinchuan, if I sleep with you again, I’ll be a dog.”
After speaking, she turned and left without looking back.
There was never just one road to take—there was also the road to ruin.
Mo Jinchuan stared at Nan Yan’s retreating figure. Her slender silhouette looked especially fragile under the light, yet it inexplicably irritated him.
He reached into his pocket, took out a cigarette box, pulled one out, and lit it.
Smoke curled upward, but his mind was elsewhere. His thoughts were dragged into chaos by Nan Yan’s departing figure, even the smoke seemed hazy and unfocused.
She was nothing more than a prop married in to deal with his grandfather’s pressure to get married.
Marriage was a grave. Women only made people stupid.
Especially women like her—well-behaved on the surface but skilled at pretending and deceiving. He had no interest in them.
Nan Yan rolled around on her soft bed in frustration.
“Ding, ding, ding.” Several messages came in on her phone.
She lazily pulled it over and saw that the “Burn After Reading” group had exploded with 99 unread messages, buzzing nonstop.
What was so lively? Curious, Nan Yan opened the group—and froze.
She had expected some kind of shocking gossip, but the “gossip” turned out to be about her.
The three of them were passionately discussing her sleeping with Mo Jinchuan.
From betting on the probability of success, to whether she would survive after sleeping with him, and then things spiraled further and further out of control.
They even discussed sleeping positions, number of times, whether she would “run away with a baby.” and how many children she might have.
They even went as far as arranging a future arranged marriage between her future son and someone else’s child.
Nan Yan let out a cold “heh.” then quickly typed and threw a message into the group: “Mo Jinchuan doesn’t work.”
Rumors were just rumors—she held grudges.
That one sentence instantly silenced the lively group.
They had analyzed countless possibilities, but none of them had considered that Mo Jinchuan might be “in that condition.”
After a moment, a cautious message appeared in the group.
Lu Youyou: “Does that mean… you’re saying that man can’t perform?”
Tang Can sent a “looking at an idiot” emoji. “Shut up.”
Shen Xixi: “And you’re still alive after saying that?”
Normally, this kind of information was private—especially for someone like Grim Reaper Mo. If Nan Yan really knew such a secret, how was she still alive?
Nan Yan: “He’s still alive, but I’m basically half-dead.”
Then she casually asked in the group: “How do you break up a couple?”
Shen Xixi: “Are you talking about Gu Jingshen and Xia Zhizhi?”
In their minds, Nan Yan still loved Gu Jingshen, since they had grown up together.
Nan Yan didn’t bother explaining. “Any good ideas?”
Tang Can: “Misunderstandings. Get a handsome guy to pursue Xia Zhizhi and make Gu Jingshen misunderstand.”
Nan Yan suddenly understood. Brilliant.
She had been focused entirely on Mo Jinchuan and completely ignored this angle.
Mo Jinchuan wasn’t easy to fool—but Xia Zhizhi wasn’t exactly impossible to trick either.
If the male lead couldn’t be manipulated, then targeting the female lead was another route.
There were plenty of handsome men in the world. Was a life surrounded by attractive men not better?
The female lead didn’t have to be stuck to that one tree called the male lead.
Excited, Nan Yan rolled around in her blanket again. Starting tomorrow, her target would switch to Xia Zhizhi.
The next day, Mo Corporation President’s Office.
Special Assistant Dong entered with a stack of documents to report.
“President Mo, the organizer of the design competition has released a public statement online. They confirmed the plagiarism incident was due to internal negligence and have removed the responsible staff member. Additionally, Mo Corporation, under Madam’s name, has invited Miss Xia Zhizhi to become a designer for the Mo Group’s jewelry company.”
“Right now, Madam’s reputation has completely reversed online. There are almost no more negative comments, and those few persistent attackers have already been sued.”
Mo Jinchuan didn’t even lift his head. “Mm.”
Seeing that the president gave only a single response, Special Assistant Dong couldn’t help but ask: “Should we inform Madam about this?”
Shouldn’t President Mo at least take credit for his good deeds?
Mo Jinchuan raised his eyelids slightly, voice calm and emotionless. “Inform her of what? Does she not know how to look it up herself?”
Special Assistant Dong: “……”
Boss, at this rate you’re going to lose your wife.
Meanwhile, at Tang Design Studio, Tang Can stared at several trending hot searches for a moment. “Nan Yan, did your husband step in for you? You should take a look. Everyone online is praising you now.”
Nan Yan was currently leaning head-to-head with Shen Xixi, busy selecting male models.
“Don’t mention that man to me anymore. I’m not interested in him now.”
Tang Can laughed. “You really change your mind fast. The fish is almost in the pot and you’re already switching dishes.”
“If you forcefully twist a fish, it’ll get stuck in your throat. I call this cutting losses in time.”
Nan Yan had never been indecisive—once she decided to let go, she cut it clean.
“Yan-jie, your ‘sickly Buddhist young master’ is here to see you.” Lu Youyou said, walking in with a few dark-colored cupcakes, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
The Xia family’s “sickly Buddhist young master”—both troublesome and amusing.
Nan Yan handed the tablet to Shen Xixi, slightly surprised. “He actually got Xia Nanfeng to bring him back?”
Xia Nanfeng had been picking him up for a year already—only ever seeing arrivals, never the person. She didn’t expect him to actually bring him back this time.
“He shaved his head. The sickly Buddhist young master has become a cold, ascetic one.” Lu Youyou said, unable to hold back her laughter.
Before the laughter faded, the person in question arrived.
Everyone in the room turned toward the door.
Two men and a dog stood at the entrance.
One was a curly-haired man in a floral shirt, holding a curly-haired dog, looking so flamboyant it seemed like even rheumatism would flare up.
The other was a bald man in white traditional Chinese clothing, calmly holding prayer beads.
The elder brother looked like the reckless younger one, while the younger looked like someone who had transcended mortal life.
The receptionist cautiously poked her head in. “Um… Miss Tang, we couldn’t stop them. They just walked in.”
The floral-shirt man had said this was his sister’s friend’s company, so by extension it was basically his. He walked straight into the president’s office like he owned the place.
Tang Can waved her off dismissively.
People like the Xia family were not something a receptionist could stop.
Nan Yan looked at Xia Nanye’s shiny bald head and pressed her lips together. “So… you’ve become a monk? You really turned into a Buddhist young master?”
Shen Xixi and Lu Youyou secretly pinched themselves to avoid laughing out loud.
Even the usually composed Tang Can looked away, pretending to observe the ceiling, the floor, and the air.
Xia Nanye looked at Nan Yan with calm, cold eyes, expressionless. “Does sister still have the nerve to ask that?”
Nan Yan covered the corners of her mouth, which were about to curl up uncontrollably, and stepped aside. “Please, Buddhist young master, have a seat.”
Xia Nanye gave her a faint glance and walked to the sofa, sitting down while gently turning his prayer beads.
Xia Nanfeng looked between Nan Yan and the Buddhist young master, finding the situation completely different from what he had expected.
He walked over holding the curly-haired dog and said: “Buddhist young master, I’m going to tell you an earth-shattering secret—you’ve been deceived by Nan Yan.”
Hearing this, Xia Nanye raised a brow slightly and turned to look at his unreliable older brother. “You know about it?”