His Beloved Darling

Although there was a smile on her face, she felt a chill down her spine.

Did she recognize her?

Why was there always an intuition that Qiao An came specifically for her?

"Jingxi, I understand that there are some things you may not be able to disclose. But can you tell me, what is your relationship with this young lady?" Ji Qingxin abased herself to the dust.

She tried to evoke his pity and tenderness by backing off in this way.

Mu Jingxi let out an almost inaudible sigh. Even though he didn't have much affection for Ji Qingxin, in her womb was the flesh and blood of his lineage...

"Don't worry, she is my task."

Ji Qingxin's smile was soft and gentle as she looked up at him with deep admiration and coy shyness, "I trust you."

Qiao An, standing by, almost threw up upon hearing this. She couldn't help but doubt whether Ji Qingxin had also used this kind of demeanor, this tone of voice, to deceive...

Clenching her fist, Qiao An was the first to get into the car, slamming the door with a resounding noise.

"Let's go!"

The driver didn't dare to move rashly, "Miss Qiao, the young master hasn't gotten in yet."

"Can't you see they are there being all lovey-dovey?"

The driver nodded again and again, "Yes, yes, yes..."

"Yes my foot, now call him to hurry up and roll in here!"

The driver was sweating buckets and immediately got out of the car, reminding respectfully, "Young master, we are running out of time."

"Qingxin, I'm leaving." The task was of the utmost importance.

"Can I wait for you at home?" Fearing his refusal, Ji Qingxin gently shook his arm, "I came to you because I need to talk about something, can you come back home after you're done with your tasks, is that okay?"

In the end, Mu Jingxi nodded in agreement.

Han Palace.

With strict security, the group was permitted entry only after multiple layers of security checks.

The secretary to the President had been waiting in advance.

Upon seeing Mu Jingxi and his company step out of the car, he approached them, "Young master Jingxi, Miss Qiao, the President has been waiting for a long time. Please follow me."

"Thank you."

Mu Jingxi nodded coldly.

Walking through the entrance hall, around the winding corridors, and past the garden, the secretary led them to an eastern side room, making a gesture of invitation: "This way, please."

The eastern side room was a tea lounge.

The decor was rich with S Country's distinctive characteristics, luxurious yet refined, grand but not flamboyant, exuding a deep cultural essence.

Zhou Mutian, seated on the sofa, was enveloped in an aura of authority inherent to those at the top; his piercing eyes seemingly able to look into one's soul.

Mu Jingxi stood at attention, saluting, "Mr. President, Miss Qiao has been brought as requested!"

Zhou Mutian smiled faintly, "Jingxi, there are no outsiders here."

"Yes, Uncle."

Uncle?

Qiao An was slightly surprised in her heart.

Accustomed to grand events, she spoke with neither servility nor arrogance, "Mr. President, hello."

"Hello, Miss Qiao. Please have a seat."

Servants immediately brought tea for the two,

The President officially expressed concern about Qiao An's living conditions and inquired if she was satisfied with the protection provided by Mu Jingxi.

After showing concern, there were some instructions, with the hope that she would devote herself to the aerospace industry of S Country, assuring that S Country would not let her down.

"Miss Qiao, the garden of Han Palace is world-renowned. Shall I have the secretary show you around the garden?" Zhou Mutian asked with a smile.

It was glaringly obvious that he wanted to send her away; how could Qiao An not understand?

Nodding her head, "Then I thank Mr. President for his kind offer."

The door to the side room closed slowly.

Once Qiao An's figure had disappeared, Zhou Mutian retracted his appreciative gaze and his smile subsided, "Jingxi, are you dissatisfied with me for assigning you to protect Qiao An?"