Yan Xinxin didn’t have ti to think much and imdiately turned around, running downstairs.
The streetlight stretched Young Master Mo’s tall and handso silhouette as Yan Xinxin hurriedly ran to the front gate, her heart racing as she saw the man with rolled-up pants and white sand clinging to his feet.
"Where’s Xi?"
"Mm-hmm."
Mo Chuxi curled the corner of his lips and slightly turned his body in front of Yan Xinxin.
Seeing the little boy asleep on Mo Chuxi’s back, Yan Xinxin was quite surprised.
"You... really managed to handle him?"
She asked in disbelief.
Mo Chuxi confidently curled his sensual lips, his enchanting eyes fixed on Yan Xinxin.
"Does my sweet Xinxin really have so little faith in her husband?"
"..."
Sweet Xinxin?
He actually called sweet Xinxin? Did he get scolded by Yan Chenxi earlier?
Mo Chuxi glanced over his shoulder at the little guy on his back and smiled lovingly.
"I hope Xi and Chun, when they grow up, forget everything about their lives before the age of five."
As he spoke, his gaze t Yan Xinxin’s gentle and beautiful eyes.
"I want their mories to always include a dad, a mom, and a complete family."
Listening to his well-intentioned words, Yan Xinxin gave him a mischievous smile.
"Dream on! You want your son to forget the bastard thing you did by abandoning ? Don’t even think about it!"
"I never liked dreaming, I only like doing... my wife."
"..."
This was clearly her sarcasm aid at him—how co his response ended with him taking advantage of her instead?
Yan Xinxin shot Mo Chuxi a scornful glare and, with a proud twist of her head, walked into the house with large strides.
The night was deep, and the splendid stars quietly emitted their light.
Yan Xinxin lay on the bed, flipping through a freshly published jewelry magazine.
Just as she was almost finished reading, she felt the other side of the bed sink. Soon after, a faint, pleasant orchid fragrance wafted into her nose.
Mo Chuxi reached out and wrapped Yan Xinxin’s waist, lazily and intimately pressing his chest against her back. He extended his elegant hand and decisively closed the magazine in her hands.
"Stop it, I’m almost done reading."
Yan Xinxin brushed away Mo Chuxi’s hand, intending to continue reading, but her outstretched hand was instead caught by him. With one hand, he tilted up her chin, his captivating eyes locking onto her beautiful, cat-like eyes.
"What’s so interesting about a magazine? Don’t you think your husband is better-looking?"
"I used to think you, Young Master Mo, were cold and abstinent. But now it seems you’re just secretly... mmpf!"
Not letting Yan Xinxin finish speaking, Mo Chuxi sealed her lips with his, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around her waist. He flipped over, tangling his long legs with her slender, beautiful legs. Their skin pressed together as a subtle, delightful current rippled through their hearts.
Yan Xinxin struggled to push the man off her.
"Let go of , you shaless wolf! I just finished telling Xue that after your bath, you’d play gas with Ah Ding!"
Mo Chuxi’s lips curved into a wicked smile.
"Gas? If you’re capable, play with your husband instead."
"..."
Yan Xinxin was rendered speechless!
She tried to protest, but all that escaped her lips were soft and shaky murmurs...
The morning of a new week.
Yan Xinxin was holding a routine eting with her colleagues on the 16th floor.
At the sa ti, Mo Chuxi was hosting his morning eting in the conference room on the 18th floor.
Before long, the morning eting ended.
Mo Chuxi, exuding grace and an overwhelming aura, stepped elegantly out of the conference room, his striking figure followed closely by a group of senior executives.
"Ding."
As he passed by the elevator area, the elevator doors opened with a soft sound.
Mo Chuxi continued forward unhurriedly, completely indifferent to whoever might have arrived on the 18th floor, though he faintly heard soone muttering behind him.
"Mo Chuxi, stop right there!"
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