After Sister Lin finished speaking, Yan Xinxin let out a sarcastic laugh.
She truly hadn’t expected that her son would be taken away by the Mo family.
What’s even more ridiculous is that this Sister Lin acted as if it was perfectly natural, smiling so cunningly!
Did she really think that Yan Xinxin’s baby, whom she carried for ten months and gave birth to, was the Mo family’s grandson?
Mo Chuxi, sensing Yan Xinxin’s displeasure, glanced at her soaking wet appearance and furrowed his sharp brows.
"No matter what happens next, don’t say a word. I’ll handle it."
"You’ll handle it? And how exactly will you handle it?"
Yan Xinxin glared at Mo Chuxi, visibly annoyed.
"Mo Chuxi, Xi is my son. He has nothing to do with the Mo family. Please don’t drag my son into our transactions, alright?"
After venting, she angrily quickened her pace to catch up to Sister Lin.
Mo Chuxi furrowed his brows again, watching Yan Xinxin’s stubborn back as she walked away. He couldn’t help but feel a touch of helplessness.
This woman was far more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.
Yan Xinxin followed them into a luxurious, opulent hall, where Lin Yuan’ai was leisurely seated on an expensive European-style sofa, sipping tea gracefully.
But after scanning her surroundings, there was no sign of Xi anywhere—only Lin Yuan’ai and a few bustling servants.
"No need to search. Xi isn’t here."
Lin Yuan’ai spoke casually.
Yan Xinxin felt her chest tighten with anxiety.
"Mrs. Mo, please return my son to me. Xi has nothing to do with the Mo family."
Lin Yuan’ai’s elegant smile froze, clearly displeased.
She lifted her gaze to study Yan Xinxin carefully from head to toe, her sharp eyes full of disdain as she remarked disdainfully.
"Look at you. Not an ounce of grace. I don’t even see what Chuxi sees in you."
"I lack grace—so what? When you learn that your own son has been taken by strangers, tell me, which is more important: your son or your grace?"
Yan Xinxin couldn’t hold back and shot back indignantly.
Lin Yuan’ai’s expression immediately turned sour.
"Lady Yan, watch your words."
As Lin Yuan’ai’s long-time personal maid, Sister Lin wasted no time reprimanding Yan Xinxin on her behalf.
"Yan Xinxin is here under my protection. Her words and attitude are my responsibility, OK?"
Mo Chuxi’s lazy voice rang out from behind Yan Xinxin.
He strolled over casually to her side, his sharp gaze sweeping coolly over the now-silenced Sister Lin before turning to Lin Yuan’ai.
"Where’s Xi? Why was he picked up from kindergarten without informing me?"
"Xi is our Mo family’s grandson. As his grandmother, why wouldn’t I have the right to pick him up?"
Lin Yuan’ai stood and retorted, staring at Yan Xinxin with evident displeasure.
"What kind of spell has this woman cast on you? You’ve turned down Qianshui, who’s loyally waiting for you, to associate with a woman as vulgar and complicated as her? If it weren’t for the fact she gave our Mo family such an exceptional heir, she wouldn’t even be allowed through our doors!"
The unprecedented humiliation crashed over Yan Xinxin like a wave—painful and unbearable.
She clenched her teeth tightly, unable to contain her anger any longer!
Just when Yan Xinxin was about to lash out, her son’s clear, bell-like voice suddenly chimed out.
She turned around in surprise, seeing her son’s small figure running toward her at full speed.
Yan Xinxin’s eyes welled up as she quickly crouched down to embrace her child.
Witnessing the tender scene of mother and son hugging each other, Mo Chuxi inexplicably felt his heart settle. Yet, in the blink of an eye, his expression turned icy cold, his sharp and piercing gaze directed straight at Lin Yuan’ai.
"Let me make myself perfectly clear for the last time: stop interfering with my personal life, and don’t let me hear another slur against my girlfriend. If the Mo family door is closed to Yan Xinxin, then go ahead and block me out too."