Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife

Chapter 12: Chapter 012: Selling Oneself

Seeing the hint of amusement in Mo Chuxi's eyes, Yan Xinxin immediately stepped back and quickly stood up, her small face already flushed red.

"Mr. Mo, let me say this one last time—I didn't intentionally climb into your bed, nor am I so twisted as to record that kind of video."

Yan Xinxin glared with her cat-like eyes, her expression serious as she stared at the man whose demeanor was dripping with disdain.

Noticing Mo Chuxi's continued look of skepticism, Yan Xinxin bit her lip and followed up with a contemptuous glare of her own.

"Whether or not your illustrious self looks good on camera, I wouldn't know... But your skills? Absolutely terrible!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, a wave of icy hostility swept in her direction.

Catching the look in Mo Chuxi's eyes, Yan Xinxin suddenly realized she might have gone too far.

Questioning a man's capabilities in that area was undoubtedly provocative—especially for someone as prideful as Mo Chuxi, a scion of a wealthy family.

"Is that so?"

Mo Chuxi's voice came through chillingly, prompting Yan Xinxin to lower her head, no longer daring to meet his frosty gaze.

"Lady Yan gave me a tip of one hundred bucks, yet I failed to meet your satisfaction. If that's the case, why don't we arrange a time? I promise to keep going until you're pleased."

"..."

cheeks tinged red, she lifted her gaze to Mo Chuxi's stony, expressionless face and awkwardly forced a

need for such courtesy, Mr. Mo. That awful experience isn't something I want to endure a second time. Let's hope this is the

"Stop right there."

when his

really not planning

with a resigned expression to meet

what she just said about his lackluster performance, subpar experience, how could he possibly look pleasant

I was a victim in the events of

"You were the victim?"

clearly wasn't

last night had been Yan Xinxin's first time, he might genuinely have felt sympathy and guilt. But she already had a five-year-old

"Knock knock knock."

the office's glass door was

expression remained as he lazily cast a glance toward the silent Yan Xinxin before opening his

person who entered was Mo Chuxi's assistant, Ah Ding. Walking in hurriedly, holding a magazine in his hands, he paused in slight surprise upon seeing Yan Xinxin standing by, but quickly moved to the desk and handed the

a

Mo Chuxi was seeing, but judging from his facial expression, it was

swept

What the heck?

mess

what should

stared at