Mo Chuxi’s sexy, deep voice was like a sharp blade that directly sliced towards Ling Siyu.
The Mo family’s young mistress?!
What did that an?!
Ling Siyu froze for two seconds before snapping her head up.
The mottled golden rays of the sunset fell lightly on Mo Chuxi’s resolute, handso face, drawing every single gaze irresistibly to him.
And the bouquet of stunningly vivid blue roses in his hand was even more breathtaking!
It was actually Young Master Mo!
But what did he just say?
Just as Ling Siyu was spiraling into confusion, panic, and bewildernt, Mo Chuxi strode to Yan Xinxin’s side. Handing her the bouquet of blue roses, he also clasped her hand.
"Sorry, wifey. I had to wait for the blue roses I ordered from the street next door to be delivered from overseas, so I’m late."
Mo Chuxi explained, his tone sounding perfectly reasonable.
Yan Xinxin raised her eyes to look at him, slightly taken aback, only to see him arching his brows and flashing her a playful smile. That mix of indulgence and mischief was a side of him she had never seen before.
"Wifey, do you like this bouquet?"
Mo Chuxi’s lips moved to ask. The warmth in his gaze was so out of character that it was hard to imagine he was the cold, aloof Crown Prince everyone talked about.
Yan Xinxin was stunned. From the corner of her eye, she noticed soone staring dumbfounded like a fool. Coming back to her senses, she responded.
"I like it."
She smiled softly, dimples sweetly appearing on her cheeks in a swirl.
"As long as it’s sothing from you, hubby, I’ll love it no matter what it is!"
Yan Xinxin spoke with a happiness that overflowed. Seeing Ling Siyu already dumbstruck, she beca even more smug. Tiptoeing, she leaned in and pressed her pink lips to Mo Chuxi’s smooth cheek.
"Mua~ Thank you, hubby!"
She called him "hubby" again and generously planted another kiss on him.
Even though he knew part of her display was staged, a subtle sweetness still unknowingly swept through Mo Chuxi’s heart.
This ti, Ling Siyu wasn’t even just dumbstruck—her eyes looked like they were about to be blinded by the sheer brilliance, just as Yan Xinxin had said!
"Oh? Ling Siyu, what are you doing here?"
"..."
Yan Xinxin blinked, her expression innocent and puzzled as she looked over.
Her smile was bright, but Ling Siyu’s face remained distorted with complicated emotions. Clutching her bag tightly, Ling Siyu looked at Mo Chuxi as if she wanted to speak but hesitated.
"Mo, Mo Young Master, you—Yan Xinxin, she..."
"Oh, let introduce you!"
Yan Xinxin cheerfully interrupted Ling Siyu’s stamring, turning to take Mo Chuxi’s arm in hers while holding the bouquet of blue roses in the other.
"This is my husband, Mo Chuxi."
She introduced him proudly, raising her luminous gaze.
"He’s also the Teacher Mo you’re familiar with, the Crown Prince of Di Jue Financial Group, Young Master Mo!"
!!!
Yan Xinxin’s brutal revelation left absolutely no room for doubt or retreat!
If Ling Siyu wanted to dig her own grave, why should Yan Xinxin stop her?
"Ho-how could this be possible!"
Ling Siyu still couldn’t believe it.
And it was indeed a truth too stunning to accept.
What kind of identity, what kind of background did Mo Chuxi have? How could soone like him marry a woman who, apart from her beauty, had absolutely nothing else to her na?
"Young Master Mo, how could you marry Yan Xinxin? All she has is a pretty face! I’m prettier than her, I’m wealthier than her—why would you..."
"Chuxi, she doesn’t believe we’re married!"
Yan Xinxin interrupted, her tone carrying a hint of playful whining.
"Doesn’t believe?"
Mo Chuxi’s lips curved into a devilish smile. Reaching out his long arm, he wrapped it around Yan Xinxin’s slender waist and gently pulled her into his embrace.
Completely disregarding the people coming and going around them, he leaned down and captured Yan Xinxin’s soft lips in a kiss!
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