"Ranran, you didn't know?"
Zhou Lin stared directly at Wen Ran, scrutinizing every subtle change in her expression, then asked with feigned concern.
Wen Ran smiled faintly. "Of course, I know. This weekend is Xiuchen's birthday. But has Mo Zixuan agreed to marry you?"
Zhou Lin's expression stiffened. She cursed Wen Ran inwardly but quickly lifted her chin with pride. "Of course. Zixuan even said that I might already be carrying the Mo family's heir. Mo Xiuchen is... incapable, so they're counting on me to continue the family line."
Mo Zixuan would never say such things, and that phone call earlier? It wasn't even from him.
The call Zhou Lin received had been from Xiao Wenqing. The so-called "news" was also fed to her by Xiao Wenqing—not because she particularly approved of Zhou Lin, but because Zhou Lin had slept with Mo Zixuan. On top of that, her father had some unsavory dealings with Xiao Wenqing.
That was the only reason Xiao Wenqing agreed to let her marry Mo Zixuan. Of course, she was also hoping Zhou Lin was truly pregnant with a Mo heir. If she gave birth to a son, she could even secure a 5% share of the family's wealth.
Thinking about how she was about to become the prestigious Mo family's daughter-in-law, Zhou Lin's smugness grew even more. "Ranran, since you're going to the Mo family as well, why don't we go together?"
Going with Wen Ran would at least prevent Mo Zixuan from throwing her out.
If she went alone, she might really be in trouble.
Wen Ran offered an apologetic smile. "I'm afraid I can't. That day is Xiuchen's birthday, and I'll be with him. But you can call Mo Zixuan and ask him to pick you up."
Zhou Lin forced a smile. "Zixuan did say he'd come to get me, but I thought it would be nice to go with you. Since you'll be with Mo Xiuchen, I won't insist."
"Move to the passenger seat. I'll drive."
Outside the MS Group headquarters, Mo Xiuchen's tall, commanding figure stood beside a luxurious Aston Martin. His slender fingers gripped the driver's side door handle as he looked at Wen Ran, who was sitting in the driver's seat, and instructed in a low voice.
The golden hues of the setting sun cast a glow over his face, leaving one side illuminated while the other was shrouded in shadow. His already striking features appeared even more chiseled and defined.
Wen Ran was slightly surprised. "You're driving?"
"Hmm."
Mo Xiuchen nodded, his hand still on the door handle. His deep gaze swept over her delicate fingers resting on the steering wheel. Then, without warning, he leaned down and reached in to unfasten her seatbelt.
Startled, Wen Ran quickly said, "I can do it myself."
"Don't move."
Mo Xiuchen's voice was dangerously close, his head inside the car, his lips almost brushing against her ear as he spoke. His warm breath tickled her sensitive skin, sending a subtle shiver through her body. A faint blush crept up her cheeks.
At that moment, Mo Zixuan stepped out of the office building and saw Mo Xiuchen leaning into the car—one hand on the door, the other reaching inside—as if he was sharing an intimate moment with the person inside.
His hand inside his pocket clenched into a tight fist. His gaze burned with fury as he glared at the Aston Martin parked by the roadside.
Inside the car, Wen Ran sat stiffly, not daring to move. Her clear, watery eyes stared straight ahead.
Mo Xiuchen unfastened her seatbelt with an unhurried elegance, then took a step back, signaling for her to get out.
Wen Ran climbed out of the car and immediately noticed Mo Zixuan standing about ten meters away, his face dark with anger as he stared in their direction. She furrowed her brows slightly before walking around the front of the car and getting into the passenger seat.
Mo Xiuchen's lips curved into a faint smirk as he slid into the driver's seat. Seeing Mo Zixuan approaching the parking lot, he simply told Wen Ran, "Buckle up."