Chapter 10 I Didn't Mean It

The sunlight behind cast a yellow halo, enveloping him in a warm glow, as if a filter had been added.

The entire studio had been cleared, and the staff even softened their breathing, afraid to disturb him.

Qin Mo felt like a doll, at their mercy.

If this was the punishment for skipping work, she accepted it. But she hadn't expected that this social obligation was actually related to her.

It was more of an auction than a social gathering.

An hour later, Qin Mo was pushed out, her neck and limbs stiff, as if they were no longer her own.

She stood awkwardly in front of the man, like a product being presented.

The blue gown showcased her pure and enchanting charm exquisitely, while stray hairs framed her delicate face, enhancing her fine features and perfect body proportions. Her fair and straight legs stunned many.

Qin Mo hadn't dressed up like this in a long time, and she found the high heels awkward.

Chu Yiqin casually set aside the magazine and slowly approached her, sizing her up with a cold gaze that seemed to scrape over her body. After a moment, he finally said, "This will do."

Qin Mo pursed her lips and tentatively clasped his arm, bringing their bodies closer. The man's crisp scent of cold woody fragrance subtly entered her nostrils, exceptionally pleasant.

She rigidly followed his steps, but as they were leaving the studio and descending the stairs, she accidentally fell into his arms.

"I'm sorry, President Chu, I didn't mean to."

Chu Yiqin looked down, his gaze cold. His eyes were not purely black but carried a hint of deep blue, adding to his mysterious aura.

"You always have an excuse."

His tone was very indifferent, causing Qin Mo to involuntarily shrink her neck, feeling a chill in her heart. Yet, to be able to stay with the Chu Family, she could only endure.

The drive from the studio to Kalan International Hotel was not long. Ying Yao, driving, didn't dare to utter a word, as the president seemed to be in a bad mood today.

"Young master, we have arrived."

Ying Yao respectfully opened the car door, and Qin Mo stared at the luxury cars gathered around the grand hotel.

How many years had it been since she had been to such an event?

In Jiangcheng, she was the notorious Miss Qin Family, Qin Mo, but offstage she no longer had the thing called reputation.

Did Chu Yiqin really not know, or was he pretending not to know? Qin Mo twisted her fingers, unconsciously nervous.

"What are you dawdling for?"

The man's lips were tightly drawn, his voice carrying a hint of impatience.

"...Nothing, I'm coming down now."

She lacked the courage to bring up those distressing scenes again, and somehow, she was even less inclined to let this cold and aloof man know how disgraceful she had once been. Qin Mo, burdened with worries, got out of the car with a forced smile and took his hand.

This evening's banquet was held at a renowned hotel in Jiangcheng concerning the auction of local land development. Many enterprises had received the news early and were eagerly prepared to bid.

Outside the hotel, luxury cars crowded.

The garden-style hotel laid out a long red carpet, and elegantly dressed men and women walked on it while the waitstaff politely served.

Clothes and hairstyles mingled with exchanges of cups.

Suddenly, a low-profile luxurious Rolls-Royce stopped at the hotel entrance. Its iconic license plate had long been imprinted in their minds. The doorman hurriedly ran over and respectfully opened the car door.