The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

Her gaze started from Su Xingya's forehead and slowly moved down, passing over her slightly wrinkled brows, her eyes flashing with anxiety, her tightly pursed lips, and finally stopped at her unconsciously clenched hands.

That gaze seemed to have a kind of penetrating power, able to see through every trace of fear and confusion in Su Xingya's heart, making Su Xingya feel as if she was standing naked in front of everyone, uncomfortable all over, and every pore was resisting this scrutiny.

After a while, Mrs. Mo seemed to have finally finished a long and careful examination. She turned around gently, her movements gracefully and calmly. She followed Su Xingya's line of sight and looked at the backs of the two men, her eyes revealing a complex and indescribable emotion.

That emotion contained both memories and emotions of the past, as if opening a long-closed door to memory, and a barely perceptible sense of satisfaction and pride, as if silently showing off to Su Xingya his current achievements and status.

Then, Mrs. Mo curled her lips slightly, and her smile was like fireworks blooming in the night sky, beautiful but with a hint of cold sarcasm.

The curve of her mouth corners was just right, not appearing too exaggerated, yet clearly conveying her inner emotions.

She clapped her hands gently, and the crisp applause echoed in the empty air, like a clear bird song, breaking the silence for a moment.

Soon, the staff below came over quickly and neatly, like well-trained soldiers, carrying exquisite tea. They were dressed in uniform black uniforms, walked in unison, and had professional and respectful expressions on their faces.

The tea break was neatly arranged on the white table beside, the silver cutlery sparkled brightly in the sun, and the exquisite snacks exuded an enticing aroma.

The fresh fruits are cut into even small pieces and arranged in an orderly manner. Every detail shows luxury and refinement.

Mrs. Mo walked to the table with graceful steps. Her movements were light and smooth, as if she was dancing a silent dance.

She picked up a cup of steaming tea. The cup was made of bone china as thin as a cicada's wing, with delicate and exquisite patterns painted on it, which were faintly visible in the sunlight.

She blew gently to remove the hot air from the cup; her movements were gentle and graceful.

Then, she took a sip of tea, narrowed her eyes slightly, and showed an expression of enjoyment on her face, as if she found inner peace and satisfaction in this moment of tea tasting.

She looked at Su Xingya again, with a hint of "experienced person" in her eyes, and that feeling seemed to be mixed with some other emotions, which made it difficult to grasp.

She sighed and said, "You know what? The first time Lao Mo and I met was also in a scene like this. The situation was almost the same as it is now. I can even say that I was even worse than you are now."

Her voice was soft and soothing, like the gurgling of a clear mountain stream, but every word was clearly heard by Su Xingya.

It seemed as if every word carried an invisible power, like a small hammer, gently knocking on Su Xingya's heart.

Mrs. Mo's eyes became a little blurry, as if she was lost in deep memories. She looked past Su Xingya and into the distance, as if she was traveling through time and space, back to that distant and unforgettable past...

"I was just a poor student working part-time at this golf course. I had to get up before dawn every day to prepare the course and carry a heavy golf bag. I was so tired that I couldn't even straighten my back."

She raised her head slightly, her eyes revealing a hint of pride and tenacity.

"Don't think that I have climbed to this position now and stand here in a glamorous and beautiful manner, but you know what? At the beginning, when Lao Mo saw me on the court, he didn't even give me an extra glance, as if I was a blade of grass on the court, insignificant and not worth his attention at all."

Su Xingya listened quietly to Mrs. Mo's story, with a complex and turbulent emotion surging in her heart.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her eyes revealed a hint of sympathy and pity, feeling sad for the difficult experiences Mrs. Mo had gone through.

But at the same time, she felt angry and dissatisfied with Mrs. Mo's current attitude. She didn't understand why she told her these past events in such a condescending manner. It made her feel like a weak person who was sympathized with, and like an intruder who was warned.

After saying this, Mrs. Mo put down the teacup in her hand, her movements slow and graceful, as if she was performing a solemn ceremony.

She pondered for a while and just looked at Su Xingya deeply. Her eyes seemed to contain many unspoken words, including warnings, ridicule, and a hint of imperceptible pity. It was like an obscure book, making it difficult to decipher its meaning.

Then she adjusted the hem of her skirt, which swayed gently with her movements, like a blooming black flower.

She strode towards Lao Mo with firm and confident steps, each step powerful and steady, as if declaring her status and power to the world, making it impossible to ignore her existence.

"My dear, you must have a good sparring match with Mr. Gu today. I heard that Mr. Gu's skills are comparable to those of professional athletes."

Mrs. Mo naturally took Old Mo's arm and nestled her upper body into his chest, glancing at Gu Yunqian out of the corner of her eye as she spoke.

"What were you talking about just now?"

Old Mo had a smile on his face. He stretched out his other hand and placed the palm of his hand on the back of Mrs. Mo's hand, glancing back from the corner of his eyes.

Gu Yunqian also subconsciously looked back at this time, his eyes could not stop wandering around the old Mo couple, his heart beating like a drum...

"Nothing, I just felt that I got along well with Mrs. Gu, so I chatted with her for a while and drank some tea."

Lao Mo didn't say anything after hearing this. He rubbed the back of the woman's hand and quickened his pace.

Gu Yunqian was distracted for a moment because of what happened just now. When he came to his senses again, Lao Mo's attention was already fully focused on him.

Suddenly, Gu Yunqian took a deep breath in his heart. He deliberately slowed down his pace until he was a certain distance away and then he breathed a sigh of relief...

Su Xingya stood where she was and took a deep breath as well. Her chest rose and fell slightly as she tried to calm herself and dispel the tangled anxiety and fear in her heart.

She watched the three groups of people intertwined in different positions, like an intricate and colorful painting. Each character was like an element in the painting, with their own story and destiny.

For some reason, the footsteps that were originally as heavy as if filled with lead were not as difficult to move as before.

However, even though she took a step forward, she still subconsciously kept a long distance between herself and them.

There was a hint of vigilance and uneasiness in her eyes, like a frightened deer, carefully observing the surrounding environment.

She knew that in this world full of interests and calculations, Old Mo and Mrs. Mo seemed to be covered with all kinds of invisible "buffs". Mrs. Mo relied on her own strength to create something from nothing and turned his into theirs.

They have deep backgrounds, powerful connections and rich experience, and I am like a lamb without any ability to fight back in front of them...