Lin Yuan’ai hurriedly entered the apartnt, speaking as she walked straight inside.
Seeing little Chenxi sitting at the dining table eating, the two won both let out a sigh of relief.
"What? Do you think I’d harm the little one because of that vile woman, Mu Qianshui?"
Mo Chuxi chuckled lightly.
Upon hearing his reference to Mu Qianshui, Lin Yuan’ai and Ning Zitong both had their expressions stiffen.
"Chuxi, you can’t speak of Qianshui like that. She acted that way because she loves you too much!"
Ning Zitong spoke in defense of Mu Qianshui.
"Love ? So loving gives her the right to sche against ? Who gave her that permission?"
He asked coldly, his aura frosty.
"A lady of an elite family in Ancheng stooping to such degrading thods just to share a bed with a man—isn’t that disgraceful?"
"..."
Ning Zitong’s face changed, too embarrassed to say anything further.
"Chuxi, now that it’s all in the past, just let it go and don’t bla Qianshui anymore. In any case, you two will get married sooner or later."
Lin Yuan’ai emphasized this point.
Upon hearing this, Yan Xinxin couldn’t stop her heart from sinking.
"That’s right. I will get married."
Mo Chuxi opened his lips with a lazy tone, his slender, phoenix-shaped eyes drifting toward Yan Xinxin.
"My future Mrs. Mo is sitting right there now."
WHAT!
Yan Xinxin froze mid-motion while picking up food, her beautiful pupils enlarged for a second.
Was he talking about ?
Future Mrs. Mo?
"Her?"
Lin Yuan’ai seed to notice Yan Xinxin for the first ti.
"Chuxi, your father didn’t oppose you being with her back then only because she bore you a son. But now you’ve seen it—Qianshui has also given you a daughter..."
As she spoke, Lin Yuan’ai suddenly stopped, having clearly noticed Mo Chuxi’s displeasure.
Whenever his brows furrowed, as his mother, she would feel an unsettling panic.
Mo Chuxi ignored Lin Yuan’ai’s words, turning his icy gaze toward Ning Zitong.
"Tell Mu Qianshui—if she dares reveal Chenxi’s parentage to the dia, I won’t let her off."
"Chuxi, are you really so heartless?"
Ning Zitong looked at him, sowhat incredulous.
"Back when Yuan was still alive, you weren’t like this."
"But she’s gone now."
He spoke decisively, the words carrying a hint of lancholic sorrow as they escaped his thin lips.
Yan Xinxin listened, her heart inexplicably racing.
"Chenxi will live with from now on. Today’s discussion ends here. See yourselves out."
Mo Chuxi threw out these words before turning away without hesitation.
Lin Yuan’ai and Ning Zitong froze on the spot, looking at what seed to be a picture-perfect, heartwarming family dinner scene, yet neither stepped forward again.
Yan Xinxin looked up, coincidentally catching Ning Zitong staring at her.
Her gaze appeared desolate and sorrowful.
It seed like it was because Mu Qianyuan had been ntioned earlier.
Soon, Lin Yuan’ai and Ning Zitong left.
Mo Chuxi didn’t continue eating, leaving Yan Xinxin to take care of the two children, ensuring they finished their al before tidying up the dining room and kitchen.
Seeing the two little ones sitting in the living room watching cartoons, she turned and went to the study.
The door to the study was open. Before stepping in, she noticed Mo Chuxi sitting at the desk, holding a pen, appearing to be grading papers.
Yan Xinxin didn’t disturb him, quietly turning away.
The moonlit night deepened.
The two children had already fallen asleep.
Yan Xinxin, carrying freshly baked cupcakes and a cup of warm milk, returned to Mo Chuxi’s study. Upon entering, she found the room empty.
Startled, she quickly set down the cakes and milk, but as she turned sharply, her nose smacked into a heated wall of flesh.
Yan Xinxin winced and raised her head, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Mo Chuxi, draped only in a white bathrobe with the lapels open.
Mo Chuxi’s handso face, cold and restrained, unexpectedly displayed a peculiar hint of curiosity—a surprising softness that clashed with his usual deanor. He leaned forward, his bewitched gaze encircling her flushed face.
"Worried about ?"
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