Xiao Wenqing snorted dismissively and said, "I don't even need to drug him. Can't you see? That Cheng Jia has feelings for Mo Xiuchen. All I have to do is give her a little opportunity, and then we just sit back and watch the show."
Mo Zixuan frowned slightly. He had no interest in this woman named Cheng Jia and didn't care to know anything about her. He stood up and said coldly, "Whatever Cheng Jia wants to do is her business. Don't get involved." With that, he walked out of the lounge and headed for the bathroom.
Xiao Wenqing didn't argue, but in her heart, she had no intention of changing her plan.
Just as she stepped out of Mo Zixuan's room, her phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, her expression changed slightly. She quickly returned to her own room before answering the call. "Hello?"
"I've already sent those two away overnight. Even if Mo Xiuchen investigates, he won't find any evidence."
Hearing this, Xiao Wenqing finally felt relieved. After a brief pause, she instructed, "Make sure he doesn't find even a trace of a clue. Also, he might still be looking into what happened back then, so be extra careful…"
The person on the other end of the line chuckled arrogantly. "He was just a little kid back then, completely clueless. Even if he investigates now, he won't find anything. Relax. As long as I'm here, I guarantee Mo Xiuchen won't uncover a single thing."
Xiao Wenqing's lips curled into a smile, her voice softening with charm. "Of course, I trust you. It's just that lately, I've been feeling uneasy."
"I'll be in G City next week. I'll come see you then…"
Xiao Wenqing raised a hand to touch her well-maintained, flawless face and said gently, "Alright, I'll be waiting for you."
"Mhm. Once we get control of MS Group, you can divorce Mo Jingteng…"
Wen Ran had no idea when she fell asleep last night.
At first, she wasn't sleepy at all and had planned to leave Mo Xiuchen's embrace once he was fast asleep.
She waited for half an hour, and when she was sure he was sound asleep, she carefully grasped his hand, trying to lift his arm from her waist. But his arm was too heavy. She tried twice and couldn't move it, so she had no choice but to give up.
Strangely enough, being held by him, she slept through the night without a single dream.
Before, every Thursday night, she would have that dream—always between 1 AM and 2 AM. Since the car accident, the nightmare that used to haunt her once a week now plagued her almost every night. She would wake up in terror every midnight.
When she opened her eyes, Mo Xiuchen had just emerged from the walk-in closet. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt and black trousers, with his suit jacket casually draped over his right forearm. He looked both elegant and commanding, exuding an air of noble refinement.
Their gazes met. A fleeting trace of surprise flickered in Mo Xiuchen's eyes before he smiled warmly and said in a pleasant voice, "Good morning."
Wen Ran blinked, staring at his clear, handsome smile. Remembering that she had spent the entire night in his arms, her heart skipped a beat. A soft blush crept up her cheeks, and with her just-woken, slightly hoarse voice, she murmured, "Good morning."
Mo Xiuchen noticed the delicate flush on her face, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he asked, "Do you need me to find some clothes for you?"
"No, no! I'll find them myself."
Wen Ran was startled and instinctively refused.
Seeing her flustered, nervous, and slightly shy reaction, Mo Xiuchen seemed rather amused. The curve of his lips deepened, but he didn't tease her further. Instead, he simply said, "Alright, I'll head downstairs first. Come down when you're ready for breakfast." Then, he strode out of the bedroom.