"Mo Chuxi, what exactly are you trying to do? Put down!"
"Don’t move."
Mo Chuxi placed Yan Xinxin on the desk to sit.
"Let down!"
"Stay seated."
"..."
He said it seriously, his expression making it clear he wasn’t joking.
Yan Xinxin, however, stubbornly pushed the man in front of her away and lightly jumped down from the desk.
"Be careful."
Seeing her move, Mo Chuxi warned.
She raised her eyes to look at him, but a wave of disappointnt washed over her.
He truly seed to care about her, but what he cared about the most was likely what was inside her belly.
Because in wealthy families, weren’t they always most concerned about so-called heirs?
"Yan Xinxin, since you’re so into work, starting tomorrow you’ll be my personal assistant."
Mo Chuxi’s cool yet sultry voice broke the quiet air.
"I refuse."
Mo Chuxi’s sharp brows furrowed, his deep eyes fixing on her.
"Since when have you ever obediently listened to anything I said?"
"Young Master Mo, honestly, no matter how unreasonable your requests are, haven’t I always complied like a good girl?"
Yan Xinxin retorted, clearly seeing a flicker of coldness flash across Mo Chuxi’s handso face.
"But for this matter, I absolutely won’t compromise! I want to work part-ti at the dessert shop—I like making desserts, just like I love designing jewelry."
"Jewelry design?"
Mo Chuxi’s phoenix-like eyes locked onto her.
"Didn’t your interview already fail? That mysterious designer at Di Jue is about to accept an apprentice."
His words left Yan Xinxin feeling despondent.
"Yan Xinxin, if you still dream of becoming an exceptional and renowned jewelry designer, then apart from , no one can help you achieve that."
Mo Chuxi’s confident tone carried a low rhythm that lingered in her ears.
"Mo Chuxi, do not look down on ! I’ll achieve my dreams on my own!"
"Hm?"
"I need to go to work now—don’t stop or I’ll ss with your daughter!"
"..."
Mo Chuxi’s smile froze on his face as he quickly reached out to grab Yan Xinxin the mont she turned away.
"Yan Xinxin, if you dare ss with my daughter, then I’ll ss with you. Understand?"
His sharp and commanding gaze pierced straight into Yan Xinxin’s soul...
Dessert shop.
Before her shift ended, Yan Xinxin personally made a four-inch sea salt cake and then paid for it herself.
She carried the cake and picked up little Yan Chenxi from kindergarten, the mother-and-son pair holding hands as they walked to the roadside to hail a cab.
"Mommy Xinxin, are we going to Grandma’s house now?"
Yan Chenxi looked up at her with eyes full of worry.
"Yes, we’re heading to Grandma’s house now."
"But I really don’t want to go. I don’t want to see that an aunt or grandma."
"Xi..."
"Whoa! Isn’t this our innocent campus belle? What are you doing with a kid?"
A mocking voice suddenly ca from nearby. Yan Xinxin looked up and saw Mo Xiaoli and Xue ngshi.
The two were dressed like street punks, the epito of delinquent style.
Yan Xinxin felt uneasy; these two had deeply tangled histories with her.
Mo Xiaoli approached, reaching out for Xi’s cheek, but he dodged her.
"Heh! Brat! Acting all high and mighty? ngshi, don’t you think this brat looks strikingly similar to our innocent campus belle here?"
"He really does!"
Xue ngshi exclaid as though she’d made an extraordinary discovery.
"Yan Xinxin, you’re so shaless! Turns out you even had a kid! And here you were parading as the pure campus belle—ugh, you’re absolutely disgusting!"
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