<h4>Chapter 253: Chapter 253: The First Time I Gave Flowers to a Man</h4>


    Last night, because the room door was locked, Jin Xuan’er and Huo Yan ended up escaping a major scandal. However, when the police barged in with a group of people, they found Jin Xuan’er and Huo Yan embracing each other without clothes on, caught in the throes of passion.


    The news was apanied by several photos: Jin Xuan’er disheveled and scrambling to flee the yacht, with Huo Yan being escorted out by the police in the background.


    Below was a textual exnation: Jin Xuan’er’s chaotic private life—unable to satisfy her desires, she spent the whole night tangled with Second Young Master Huo after taking drugs!


    The following article meticulously detailed Jin Xuan’er’s debauchery aboard the yacht, apanied by explicit photos disyed onboard, even going as far as uncovering a past scandal where Jin Xuan’er allegedly had an affair with a certain director under the guise of industry "rules."


    All the evidence pointed to the fact that the pure and innocent image Jin Xuan’er had previously cultivated was aplete fabrication. Privately, she’s nothing more than a promiscuous, chaotic celebrity. Her public persona hadpletely copsed.


    Ji Wei finished reading the report and couldn’t help but feel a chill in her heart.


    Now, Jin Xuan’er was likely to be cklisted and shelved by her managementpany. Moreover, even if she wanted to redeem her reputation, this series of evidence was enough to destroy her career entirely.


    The immediate exposure of Jin Xuan’er’s scandal with Huo Yan—Ji Wei didn’t need to think twice to know whose handiwork it was.


    Ji Wei moved her gaze away from the phone screen and looked at the man intensely focused on typing on hisptop.


    Mo Qian was reclining against the headboard. His shoulder still bore a gunshot wound, and his face appeared slightly pale due to blood loss. Yet, even dressed in loose pajamas, this man still exuded an irresistible charm.


    Every move Jin Xuan’er made aboard the yachtst night was likely calcted by Mo Qian.


    The reason he didn’t stop Huo Yan from entering the yacht and even allowed Jin Xuan’er to act recklessly in the beginning was to ensure that the self-righteous actress would plunge into the abyss, never to recover.


    The man’s meticulous mind, his decisiveness—Ji Wei couldn’t help but tremble inwardly.


    Anyone who became Mo Qian’s adversary was surely doomed to a miserable fate.


    When Mo Qian lifted his gaze from theptop screen, he noticed the woman on the sofa staring at him, lost in thought. He couldn’t help but curl his lips into a sly smile: "Is your husband so good-looking that you can’t take your eyes off me every second of the day?"


    Ji Wei instinctively nodded her head. For some reason, without thinking, she murmured, "Mo Qian, if someday you started hating me, I’d probably die a terrible death, wouldn’t I?"


    "Why ask something like that all of a sudden?" Mo Qian looked momentarily surprised.


    "I just feel like you’re unstoppable. If someone went against you, they’d have no chance of winning at all."


    Mo Qian’s gaze darkened slightly. He suddenly raised his hand to close hisptop, got out of bed, and walked toward her.


    Ji Wei’s eyes followed his movements until he sat down beside her.


    Before she could figure out what he was up to, her body suddenly tilted to the side, and his single arm pulled her into his embrace: "Remember, no matter what you’ve done to me, I will never hate you."


    The man’s low voice resonated in her ears.


    Ji Wei leaned against his uninjured shoulder, her heart racing wildly, unable to utter a word for quite a while.


    ...


    After returning to Shanshui Manor and finishing lunch, it wasn’t long before Ye Cheng and Xi Nanfeng arrived.


    "Old Mo, aren’t I considerate? I came personally to check on you. Look, I even brought you flowers." Xi Nanfeng sauntered casually into the bedroom, carrying a bouquet of fresh flowers in his hands.


    Mo Qian’s lips twitched.


    "Wishing you a speedy recovery."


    Noticing Mo Qian’s clear disdain, Xi Nanfeng deliberately approached him and shoved the flowers into his hands. "This is the first time I’ve given flowers to a man. Do me a favor and ept them!"