The Billionaire’s Brokenhearted Deal Chapter 5 - 5 5 If Youre a Man Make Her Cry

Mo Chen raised his gaze towards her, uttering, “I never gave my consent for you to pursue me.”

“I know, I'll be bringing you lunch at noon,” she replied, seemingly unfazed by his response.

Next, she presented her passport and ID card to the man, stating, “I'm entrusting these to you. I'll be residing elsewhere, but I won't be running away.” She believed a slower approach was best, wanting to spare Mo Chen further distress.

The man's expression remained neutral as he looked at the documents for a moment, his deep voice eventually cutting through the silence, “No.”

“You can have someone tail me, don't worry. I'll be staying with Bai Junyan's woman,” she added, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Qiao Ruoxin, you certainly have a lot of nerve for an ex-girlfriend, don't you?”

She arched her back with a hint of pride, her lips curved alluringly, “I’ll bring your lunch at noon, then I’ll take my leave. Let your bodyguard see me off.” With that declaration, she rose and departed the dining room independently.

Shortly after her departure, the bodyguard entered the dining room, reporting, “Mr. Mo, Miss Qiao requested an escort.”

Mo Chen’s eyes fell upon the passport and ID card left on the table, and he issued a command in his resonant voice, “Keep her under constant observation; 24-hour surveillance.”

“Yes, sir!”

… Shuian Huating.

Qiao Ruoxin was escorted to the residential complex and proceeded to the 17th floor via the elevator. She then entered the apartment using the provided passcode.

Inside, Lan Ke, who was engrossed in a Korean drama on the couch, turned to face her. “You didn't come home all night. Did you and Mo Chen get caught up in a passionate night, unable to bear the loneliness?” she teased.

Slipping into a pair of slippers, Qiao Ruoxin collapsed onto the sofa, resting her head on Lan Ke’s shoulder with a look of profound confusion in her eyes. “Ake, Mo Chen must have loathed me intensely during these past two years.”

“What else could it be? Should he be grateful that you dumped him?”

Qiao Ruoxin gazed blankly at the television screen, her focus lost. “I have to make him feel better…”

Suddenly, Lan Ke probed, “Ruoxin, I genuinely want to understand why you treated Mo Chen that way. You’re already 21, no longer a child. Can you share the truth with me?”

She slowly sat up, a sense of helplessness washing over her. “If I told you I was abducted, would you believe me?”

Lan Ke’s skepticism was evident. “Abducted for two years? No ransom demanded, no contact with your family? What would be the purpose of such an abduction?” Furthermore, Qiao Ruoxin appeared even more radiant than before, showing no signs of having endured hardship.

She let out a soft sigh, no longer inclined to discuss the matter.

… Before long, noon arrived.

Hengzhong Group, within the CEO’s opulent office.

Mo Chen had already completed his bath and changed into a fresh set of attire. He was seated at his desk, diligently signing documents.

The mobile phone placed beside him suddenly vibrated.

He capped his pen and picked up the phone with an indifferent air, opening the WeChat group chat with his close associates.

Bai Junyan: “Mo Chen, was the moon beautiful last night?”

Lu Siheng: “What’s this all about?”

Ji Haochuan: “My Sister Ruoxin is back? Damn, I missed witnessing the drama last night!”

Gu Mocheng: “Mo Chen, if you have any manliness in you, make her cry tears of regret!”

Bai Junyan: “You guys get lost. Sister Qiao returned to ask for reconciliation.”

Mo Chen: “Who said I’m reconciling with her?”

The brothers: “???”

Ji Haochuan: “Heh! First, you had the audacity to change your profile picture away from Miss Qiao’s image; you’re acting like a complete weirdo!”

His current WeChat profile picture featured a charming little girl enjoying ice cream, adorned in a white princess dress with adorable twin ponytails, set against the backdrop of Disneyland. It was a 5-year-old Qiao Ruoxin.

Mo Chen: “I'm not changing it.”

Just then, the intercom on his desk chimed.

Setting his phone aside, Mo Chen dismissed the ongoing chat and pressed the answer button. His female secretary’s voice filled the room, “President Mo, Miss Wen Wan is here again and insists on entering. I’m unable to stop her.”

Immediately following her words, the office door was knocked upon. Without awaiting a reply, the door swung open, admitting the woman.

Mo Chen disconnected the intercom call and turned his attention to the woman who had entered, Wen Wan.