Upon hearing her son refer to both herself and Mo Chuxi in such a way, Yan Xinxin’s cheeks burned even hotter.
She suppressed her erratic breathing and heartbeat, stepped forward to her son, bent down, and looked him in the eye seriously.
"Xi, he isn’t your dad. Stop calling him that, okay?"
Yan Chenxi frowned slightly, lifted his big, bright eyes, and looked at Mo Chuxi.
"Xi, what are you looking at? Did you hear what Xinxin just said? You can’t keep..."
Mo Chuxi interrupted her, his tone sounding indifferent and displeased.
"Do you think I’m not qualified to be Xi’s father?"
"...That’s not what I mean."
Yan Xinxin straightened up and turned her gaze, only to meet the man’s deep and intense eyes. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly avoided his gaze.
"Young Master Mo, your stature is out of my reach. I’m well aware of my position."
"It seems to me that you can’t even spell the words ’well aware.’"
Mo Chuxi remarked lazily, his gaze sweeping over Yan Xinxin briefly before reaching out to take the piece of paper from young Yan Chenxi’s hand. He lowered his head and began to read it.
Yan Xinxin stared at him, speechless, only snapping back after a few moments.
"Mo Chuxi, are you insulting me?"
Yan Chenxi blinked his clear, sparkling eyes and answered.
"Chuxi Dad is calling you dumb, Xinxin! You just realized?"
Yan Xinxin was stunned, her pale pink cheeks instantly flushed red.
So even her son thought she wasn’t as smart?
"I’ve finished reading. You take a look."
Mo Chuxi casually spoke, placing the paper against Yan Xinxin’s chest.
His palm rested against her through the thickness of the paper.
This guy—he was definitely doing it on purpose!
Yan Xinxin wanted to snap at him, but seeing her son looking so innocent and pure, she could only take a deep breath and pick up the notice paper.
Her gaze fell, and she was surprised.
"Huh? A parent-child hiking event? Next Monday?"
Yan Chenxi nodded eagerly.
"Xinxin, can you and Chuxi Dad join me together?"
Yan Xinxin froze, her chest tightening slightly, and after several seconds, she looked apologetically at her son.
"Xi, Xinxin will come with you."
"Then what about Chuxi Dad?"
"He’s not your father!"
Yan Xinxin sternly emphasized again, but saw her son lower his gaze, looking a little disappointed.
"Xinxin, does this mean I’ll never have a dad in this lifetime?"
Her son’s question instantly filled Yan Xinxin with deep guilt and inadequacy.
She quickly squatted down and grasped Yan Chenxi’s little hand.
"I’m sorry, Xi. It’s all Xinxin’s fault. If there’s a chance, I promise Xinxin will find you a good dad and give you a complete... What? Mo Chuxi, why are you pulling me?"
Before Yan Xinxin could finish speaking, she was suddenly yanked up by Mo Chuxi.
Confused, she turned to look at him. The man’s handsome face was heavy with coldness, his long, piercing gaze sharp.
"Xi, leave the room first."
"Chuxi Dad, what are you trying to do? You can’t bully my Xinxin!"
"Don’t worry, I won’t bully your Xinxin. Instead, I’ll make sure to ’take good care’ of her."
Mo Chuxi’s comment left Yan Xinxin stunned. She picked up on a certain undertone, but before she could react further, she heard the sound of the door clicking shut as her son obediently left the room.
"Mo Chuxi, what are you trying to do? Let go of me!"
"Yan Xinxin, listen to me."
Yan Xinxin stopped struggling, baffled as she looked at the cold, dark face in front of her. An inaudible flame seemed to burn all around them.
This man appeared truly angry.
Mo Chuxi raised a hand and pressed it against Yan Xinxin’s head, pulling her small face close to his. His gaze carried a terrifying darkness, as if it could consume everything.
"Yan Xinxin, hear me clearly. Now that you’re bound to me, don’t even think about being with another man in this lifetime. If you dare, I swear I’ll kill you."