Lixue glanced up at him, her expression thoughtful. "I know. But I'm not afraid of it. Let them look, let them talk. I've spent enough time hiding in the dark."
Mo Ran's lips twitched into a faint smirk. "That's my wife. Always bold."
The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped inside together. As the doors closed, Lixue glanced at their joined hands, her fingers lightly brushing against his.
"Mo Ran," she said softly, her tone teasing but carrying an undercurrent of sincerity, "you'd better be ready to keep up with me. Things are about to get a lot more chaotic."
His smirk deepened, his eyes locking onto hers. "Wifey, chaos is where I thrive. Bring it on."
She chuckled, her laughter filling the space between them as the elevator descended.
The shock was palpable, and as they walked toward the elevators, whispers began to break the silence like a ripple in a still pond.
"Who is she?" one staff member murmured to her colleague.
