Chapter 134: A Heart Settled


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    During that incident, MO Shu’s hand was just inches away from Xia Xin, close enough to touch her with a single step. And yet, it was Jing MO who made that crucial step ahead of him.


    MO Shu lifted his hand and stared at his empty palm, emotions tangled in aplex web. For some reason, he felt that this one step symbolized an insurmountable distance between him and Xia Xin. He couldn’t help butugh at his own thoughts, ‘What was this inexplicable heaviness in my chest? I’d never felt this way before, and the unsettling feeling refused to dissipate.’


    As Jing MO carried Xia Xin away, MO Shu found himselfpelled to ask Zhang


    Chao, “What’s the rtionship between Xia Xin and Jing MO?”


    Zhang Chao answered nonchntly, “Who knows? They’re probably just good friends, considering both are artists under Sun Hut s management.”


    But MO Shu wasn’t convinced. Whenever Jing MO looked at MO Shu, there was an undertone of hostility, a strange animosity that reminded him of a romantic rival. For years, Jing MO had avoided scandal in the entertainment industry. The only female celebrity close to him was Gao Xin, but everyone in thepany knew about their tonic friendship. This was the first time MO Shu had seen Jing MO care so much about someone else.


    In MO Shut s opinion, there was panic, relief, and an intense desire in Jing Mo t s eyes. As if Jing MO desired deeply for Xia Xin. Their rtionship isn’t as simple as it seemed.


    After all this contemtion, MO Shu sighed deeply. He couldn’t fathom why he was suddenly so concerned about the situation. He reminded himself that Xia Xin was merely a partner in a staged rtionship. Their lives were, after all, a theatrical production. Yet, some subconscious part of him couldn’t shake the idea that having Xia Xin as a girlfriend wouldn’t be so bad.


    That thought rmed MO Shu, sending him rushing to the bathroom to ssh cold water on his face. To avoid further idle thoughts, he decided to forgo sleep and headed to the hotel gym to run on the treadmill. He kept at it untilte into the night, returning to his room only when exhaustion finally imed him.


    The next day, Xia Xin arrived early at the coffee shop, picking a table shielded by nts. It gave her a convenient cover from all angles. She nned to use her Enchanted Puppet on the reporter, forcing him to delete all his photos. But her n went awry when the reporter showed upte—after Jing MO had already arrived.


    Jing MO sat on the sofa, legs crossed, arms folded, a model of erect posture. He didn’t ce an order, simply waiting.


    About ten minutester, the reporter arrived, donning a ck windbreaker, sporty trousers, and sneakers. He even wore a baseball cap, presumably to blend in better while tailing people. Taking his seat, he apologized, “Sorry for beingte, I got caught in traffic.”


    Jing MO didn’t respond.


    After ordering two iced Americanos, the reporter removed his cap. He said, “I never expected Xia Xin’s allure to be so potent that two A-list artists would fall head over heels for her. She’s dating MO Shu while secretly involved with you.


    So, who is her real love? Or is this all an act?”


    “Watch yournguage,” Jing MO warned, his eyes icy.


    Sipping his coffee, the reporter pressed, “You really seem to care for Xia Xin, going so far as to shield her. What attracts you to her? Her looks or her figure?


    Those aren’t exactly rare qualities in your industry.”


    Jing MO continued to regard him with icy detachment.


    Feeling somewhat deted, the reporter gave up probing for inside information. He said, “Look, in my line of work, we have rules. Cash on delivery, no keeping of evidence. You can trust me.” Saying this, he ced a memory card on the table and stretched out his hand for payment.


    Jing MO’s hand moved as if preparing to make the transaction..