Mo Chen looked at her with cold eyes, "Don't touch my phone."
Having said that, he turned and walked toward his desk.
Qiao Ruoxin stared at his tall figure, "You neither want me nor change my photo, how are you going to find another woman?"
The man's figure paused, but he did not turn around, "I'll change it when I find someone."
The fact was, he had no intention of changing it, not even if he found someone else.
Qiao Ruoxin watched him return to his seat behind the desk and sighed softly, a sound only she could hear.
The more Mo Chen rejected her today, the more he had doted on her in the past.
This man was just that extreme.
Qiao Ruoxin sat on the sofa in the reception area, watching staff members continually come in to report to him, bringing documents and files until the end of the workday.
"I'm heading back, Ake has asked me to go to the hot springs tonight, we're going to take promotional photos for that program tomorrow."
Mo Chen looked at her, silent and enigmatic, his eyes darkening.
Qiao Ruoxin continued, "Your bodyguard has been following me."
"How many days have you been back?" he asked.
"A week now."
Mo Chen's face instantly grew more somber, a flame of anger smoldering within him as he sneered, "Am I the last one you thought of?"
Uh...
She smiled awkwardly, "I needed to settle myself first so I could go to you beautifully."
He scoffed coldly, "Get out."
Qiao Ruoxin stopped herself from saying more, slowly turned around, her voice helpless, "Take good care of yourself, eat well, sleep well, I've come back and I won't leave again."
After speaking, she left the office.
The moment the door closed, a wave of solitude swept in from all directions, hidden well within the office.
Mo Chen propped his right arm on the desk, slender fingers resting against his forehead, his eyes closed, fatigue and irritability marked his handsome face.
Two years ago, he had found that this woman had never loved him.
Otherwise, how could she be so cruel as to torment him?
...
Evening, at a social gathering.
Women of various appearances, dressed in beautiful gowns.
Mo Chen glanced indifferently across the room, his tone icy and disdainful, "Why are there only ugly women everywhere?"
Was the world deliberately opposing him?
The brothers: "???"
Bai Junyan said with contempt, "In your eyes, aside from Sister Qiao, which woman isn't ugly?"
Ji Haochuan said, "Sister Qiao is a rare beauty, having entered a top domestic film academy at 16. Apart from her solid professional skills, mainly it was her face that was noticed."
Gu Mocheng said, "Subdue her, make her cry from torment, let her remember you for life."
Mo Chen: "..."
Lu Siheng: "..."
Bai Junyan said, "I always feel incompatible with you because I am not twisted enough. Gu Mocheng, you seem to have experience in tormenting women."
Ji Haochuan said, "Mo Chen would never torment Sister Qiao; he only torments himself."
Mo Chen swirled the red wine in his glass with his slender fingers and snorted dismissively, "Is that so? Times have changed; she's just an ex now."
Just then, a woman in a red evening gown bumped into Mo Chen's arms, apologizing with a bashful face, "Ah... I'm so sorry, President Mo, I didn't mean to."
Mo Chen's expression changed drastically; the heavy perfume scent made him nauseous, a feeling of vomiting churning within him.
Setting down his wine glass, his long legs took him toward the restroom—leaving with an air of hostility.
The woman's self-esteem was wounded by his reaction; her attempts at seduction had disgusted Mo Chen???
"Don't worry, beautiful, it's his health, not your charm," Bai Junyan consoled her with a few words, and the woman left heartbroken.
Lu Siheng sighed, "Will Achen ever recover?"
Gu Mocheng: "Heartache needs heart medicine; it'll depend on Qiao Ruoxin."