In the following days, Yan Xinxin stayed in the room, fully engrossed in completing her design drafts.
Mo Chuxi brought in a small table, allowing Yan Xinxin to work on her drafts while lying in bed.
She barely left the bed the entire ti.
As he lounged on the bed, his tone casual, he shifted his gaze from his phone to the woman ticulously working on her draft.
Her lowered gaze and concentrated expression exuded an inexplicable charm.
Mo Chuxi sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
"Stop it, I’m running out of ti,"
Yan Xinxin nudged him away.
"Brother Xi just wants to hug my little Yuan, not disturb you."
His tone was extraordinarily tender and sincere, causing Yan Xinxin’s hand, holding the tweezers, to pause briefly before she bowed her head and continued working.
After days of effort, Yan Xinxin’s final submission for the design competition was finally complete!
The lace woven with soluble threads was a smoky lilac, almost silver, outlined with silver filigree. Embedded in the filigree were countless tiny rhinestones.
Of course, the centerpiece was the stunning little butterfly.
Its wings spread wide, as if imagining itself dancing in a field of blossoming flowers on the moorland...
The more Yan Xinxin looked at it, the more satisfied she beca.
She carefully placed her finished product into a jewelry box, got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom.
Lowering her head, she splashed her face with water, then looked at her reflection in the mirror. Gently patting her cheeks, she was about to leave when a wave of nausea suddenly surged up, accompanied by a burning sensation in her chest.
She instinctively turned around, hurried back to the sink, and bent over, retching.
Could it be?
Pregnant again?!
Yan Xinxin stared at her reflection in the mirror, incredulous.
The doctor had definitively told her it was unlikely for her to conceive again, yet now...
This sour and burning sensation—it was unmistakably a symptom of pregnancy!
Yan Xinxin froze, blank and dumbstruck.
"What’s on Mrs. Mo’s mind that has her so deep in thought?"
She was lost in contemplation when Mo Chuxi’s voice snapped her out of it, startling her slightly.
Quickly, she moved her hands from her abdon to behind her back, turned to look at him, and shook her head.
"You’re back? After a busy day, are you hungry?"
"I’ve already ordered room service."
He said as he walked toward her, taking her hand in his.
"But before we eat, I have so good news to share with Mrs. Mo."
"Good news?"
Yan Xinxin widened her beautiful eyes in curiosity and looked at him with anticipation.
Mo Chuxi handed her a tablet, his voice warm and gentle as he leaned close to her cheek.
"My little Yuan truly has exceptional talent and capability."
His praise carried an unmistakable tone of pride.
Lowering her eyes, Yan Xinxin looked at the screen.
It was the voting page for finalists on the official website of this year’s jewelry design competition.
She had been so focused on her submission that she hadn’t checked the online voting at all.
"My precious might not have enough experience yet to win Best Designer, but the Best New Designer award for this year is undoubtedly in the bag for my little Yuan."
His confidence radiated through every word, filled with his unwavering support and affirmation of Yan Xinxin.
Though she didn’t say a word, Yan Xinxin saw it too—on the New Designer category’s voting page, her design, *The Moorland*, was the most popular, with the highest votes by far.
Since the website required official credentials to register and vote, most voters were industry professionals. Seeing these results, Yan Xinxin couldn’t help but feel overjoyed!
Suddenly, she turned, stood on tiptoe, and threw her arms around Mo Chuxi’s neck.
"Chuxi, thank you. It’s because of you that I’ve made it this far."
"I will continue to work hard, to make you and the company proud!"
Hearing her promise of gratitude, Mo Chuxi’s stony expression softened into a smile of contentnt.
Loosening his embrace, he reached out and gently tapped her on the tip of her nose.
"I don’t need you to make the company proud. I only want my little Yuan to do what she loves. Your happiness matters more than anything else."
His earnest words, tender and sweet, lted deep into her heart.
Yan Xinxin’s cheeks flushed as her sparkling eyes filled with the colors of happiness.
"Thank you, Brother Xi, for always thinking about little Yuan. Little Yuan promises to dedicate her whole life to you and treat you well."
"Silly girl, you’re already my wife. What’s this about dedicating yourself?"
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