The accusations ca sharply and piercingly, leaving Yan Xinxin with an oppressive feeling in her chest.
But she also ca to realize that this elegantly dressed woman with an aristocratic deanor was Mo Chuxi's mother.
Looking at the check Lin Yuan'ai had thrown on the ground, Yan Xinxin couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
Scenes from those TV dramas were actually playing out in her life. Should she heed the advice of those online comnters and take the money before leaving? After all, truthfully speaking, there wasn't any genuine love between her and Mo Chuxi.
Five hundred thousand—an amount far beyond her reach, enough to significantly improve her present life.
"I'll give you one day to move out. I hope you know what's good for you."
Without giving Yan Xinxin a chance to respond, Lin Yuan'ai grabbed her purse and left, followed closely by the middle-aged woman behind her.
Standing motionless for a mont, Yan Xinxin eventually crouched down, picked up the check, and let out a mocking smile.
Five hundred thousand—a truly tempting amount...
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Lin Yuan'ai walked out of the apartnt with a grim expression.
Thinking about the Yan Xinxin she had just seen left her feeling uncertain.
No matter how outstanding Mo Chuxi was, with heiresses and socialites flocking to him, he had never had any scandals about relationships over the years.
As his mother, she'd even suspected that her son might not like won at all. But now, having seen the photos of Mo Chuxi and Yan Xinxin spending the night in a hotel and eting Yan Xinxin face-to-face...
Fair-skinned and beautiful, youthful and captivating—that face was undeniably unforgettable at first glance.
Lin Yuan'ai couldn't help but start worrying about Mu Qianshui.
"Madam, please don't be so upset. The young master has never had a girlfriend before. This being his first might just be out of novelty; it won't take long before he grows bored."
Standing beside Lin Yuan'ai, Sister Lin tried to offer comforting words.
"This Yan Xinxin is indeed beautiful. Let's hope Chuxi is rely indulging in a fleeting whim."
"In the young master's social circles, he's seen more than enough beautiful won—countless won far more attractive than Yan Xinxin. He'll grow tired of her sooner or later."
Listening to Sister Lin's words, Lin Yuan'ai seed to let out a breath of relief, the smile on her face returning to so extent.
"Madam, are we heading to the Mu family now?"
"Mm."
Lin Yuan'ai responded lightly. As she approached the apartnt entrance, her gaze was suddenly drawn to a small figure.
Yan Chenxi, carrying breakfast, strode into the apartnt with his little legs.
The sunlight illuminated his delicately crafted face, enhancing the refinent and sharpness of his features.
Lin Yuan'ai's eyes fixed tightly on Yan Chenxi's handso little face.
Whose child was this? Such outstanding looks, rivaling Chuxi's when he was young.
Yan Chenxi, stepping forward with his little strides, faintly sensed soone staring at him. He lifted his sparkling eyes to glance over, barely catching the sight of a handkerchief falling from Lin Yuan'ai's pocket. He imdiately ran toward her.
Lin Yuan'ai thought the boy she had been secretly admiring might act mischievously. But when he reached her feet, he simply bent down and picked up the handkerchief.
"Pretty auntie, you dropped your handkerchief."
His crisp, childlike voice rang out lodiously like the sound of silver bells.
Lin Yuan'ai found herself at a loss, staring at Yan Chenxi. His big, bright eyes strangely evoked feelings of joy within her.
"Thank you, little one."
"You're welco."
Yan Chenxi handed her the handkerchief and waved his hand in farewell.
"Pretty auntie, goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Lin Yuan'ai smiled as she watched Yan Chenxi's retreating figure, feeling unexpectedly reluctant to part with him.
"Such a sensible and well-behaved child. His parents must have excellent upbringing."
She praised, while Sister Lin nodded in agreent beside her.
"Yes, very well-mannered and striking. Madam, don't you think this child looks a little like the young master?"
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