Yan Xinxin shouted in panic.
Mo Chuxi’s heart tightened as he grasped Yan Xinxin’s arms.
"What’s wrong? What happened? Hmm?"
"Really gone!"
Yan Xinxin looked at Mo Chuxi nervously, extending her right hand to grab his wrist with unusual force.
"Chuxi, co and see! Hurry over!"
She spoke, her tone and expression appearing extraordinarily anxious and worried.
Mo Chuxi found it very strange, also feeling a bit uneasy inside. The son was clearly in her arms, so how could she say he’s gone?
"Chuxi, look, Little Buding is gone. Could it be that soone took Little Buding away again? Is there soone behind Mu Qianshui?"
Upon hearing Yan Xinxin’s words of concern and seeing the two empty cradles, Mo Chuxi understood Yan Xinxin’s aning.
"Xinxin, don’t worry, Little Buding must be in mother’s room; I’ll go get him now, okay?"
"Really?"
"Really, trust ."
Mo Chuxi assured.
"Wait for , I’ll bring Little Buding back soon."
He said this and hurriedly turned around.
But after turning around, his eyebrows furrowed.
He always felt that Yan Xinxin seed a bit off.
Mo Chuxi quickly brought the eldest from Lin Yuan’ai’s room, and upon entering the room, saw Yan Xinxin lying on her side on the bed, her youngest son lying next to her, his big, round eyes blinking brightly.
He walked softly to the side of the bed, feeling a wave of heartache as he looked at Yan Xinxin’s tired little face.
This ti has really been too hard on her.
Mo Chuxi gently sat on the side of the bed, placing the eldest son beside the youngest, and then carefully lay on the other side of the bed, taking out his phone and opening the cara.
"Click."
A soft sound, leaving behind a "bed photo" of a family of four.
Mo Chuxi edited the picture, added a sentence, and then uploaded it to his private Weibo account, laying down his phone after, quietly staying beside Yan Xinxin and the two children...
Yan Xinxin rested at ho for about a week, and her ntal state improved a lot. She also successfully completed her confinent period; although she hadn’t been as lively as before, thankfully, she was healthy.
Early in the morning.
After feeding the two children, Yan Xinxin and Mo Chuxi each carried one little one downstairs to the dining room.
She hadn’t eaten in the dining room with everyone for over a month; ever since giving birth, her daily routines mainly took place in bed, with Mo Chuxi helping her wash up and occasionally feeding her food.
Yan Xinxin knew she was very fortunate, yet she couldn’t forget the tearful and apologetic expressions of Mu Shaoqian and Ning Zitong.
In the dining room, Yan Xinxin saw Fu Zixin.
Compared to before, she seed much more diligent and obedient now.
"Saozi, have a seat. I’m really sorry for scaring you earlier, I know I was wrong."
She apologized, while helping Yan Xinxin with the chair.
Yan Xinxin gave her a glance and smiled lightly, then sat down holding Little Yu Yuan.
"Saozi, why don’t you eat breakfast first, I’ll help hold your nephew!"
Fu Zixin said as she reached to hold Little Yu Yuan from Yan Xinxin.
Yet before she could touch the little one, she was stopped by a single glance from Mo Chuxi.
She shrank her neck, fearfully sinking back into her seat.
"Saozi, you’ve recovered so well, in a few days when the banquet’s held, Charlo Castle’s relatives will definitely like you!"
Fu Zixin spoke a lot, yet no one responded.
"Anyway, Saozi, wasn’t it said before that you and your nephew were burned to death in the fire? How co you’re suddenly alive, what’s really going on?"
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