"You don't need to worry about that," Mo Yuzhen said dismissively.
"I know it's not my place," she replied calmly, "but what about Miss Tang? If you leave me now, while my face is injured… what will she think of you? After all, she's in a similar situation, isn't she, President Mo?"
His gaze froze.
Her words struck precisely where he hadn't looked.
Would Tang Xiyu believe in his sincerity if she thought he discarded women when they were hurt?
For the first time, Mo Yuzhen realized that An Yuwei wasn't just smart, she was far-sighted. He looked at her anew.
"Fine," he said after a moment. "I won't release the news of our breakup for now. But understand this, we are no longer in a relationship."
She nodded obediently. "Yes, President Mo."
"Also," he added, "the house you wanted.... I'll tell my assistant. It will be transferred under your name."
An Yuwei's eyes widened in shock.
That house.
