"We... we should hurry down. Xi will be worried about us."
Yan Xinxin said this, pulled up the hood of her jacket, and quickly bypassed Mo Chuxi, running down the mountain.
Thunderstorms in summer are often like a child’s temper—coming fast and leaving just as quickly.
By the time they returned to the apartment, the rain had already stopped.
It had been a long time since Yan Xinxin had taken a bath. After bathing her son, she finally could soak comfortably in hot water, closing her eyes for a moment of peaceful rest...
Mo Chuxi finished his shower and walked into the living room, where he saw Yan Chenxi sitting alone on the couch watching cartoons.
"Where’s your Xinxin?"
He walked over and asked.
"Xinxin said she was going to take a bath. After that, she’ll cook dinner. Chuxi Daddy, are you hungry?"
Yan Xinxin is in the bath?
In the little guy’s lengthy sentence, Mo Chuxi only captured this particular phrase.
Yan Xinxin was truly exhausted—without realizing it, she drifted off, closing her weary eyes in slumber.
Mo Chuxi slid open the bathroom door, his stride pausing slightly as he entered.
Her right arm was resting along the edge of the bathtub, slender and delicate, but Mo Chuxi’s gaze ultimately landed gently on her palm, which was wrapped in a handkerchief.
Perhaps sensing a shadow lingering near her eyelids, Yan Xinxin slowly opened her tired eyes in confusion.
And the moment they opened, she caught sight of the silent man standing nearby, startling her into sitting upright. Panicked, she grabbed a towel and awkwardly covered herself.
"Why are you just standing there without saying a word?"
Young Master Xiao? Who’s that?
Could it be Xiao Yize?
From what I remember, back in high school, people referred to Xiao Yize as Young Master Xiao. Isn’t the Xiao family one of Ancheng’s four major prestigious clans?
"Since Young Master Xiao extended the invitation, of course I’ll attend."
While Yan Xinxin was lost in her thoughts, she overheard Mo Chuxi seemingly agreeing to something over the phone.
After exchanging only a few words, he hung up abruptly and tossed his phone onto the desk with apparent displeasure.
Then, the phone rang again immediately.
He cursed under his breath in frustration, his tall figure turning to answer the call.
Yan Xinxin sat on the bed in a daze, the heat in her body gradually relieved.
She watched him pick up the call, his handsome face clouded with a seriousness.
Mo Chuxi asked in disbelief, his tone sharp.
Yan Xinxin looked at him, her thoughts racing wildly, only for him to suddenly lift his eyes, those profound and impenetrable eyes locking onto her with an unusually heavy intensity.
Within two minutes, Mo Chuxi ended the call.
His tall frame approached her, his sculpted face showing clear impatience.
"Go to sleep. I’m going to take a shower."
The next day, Yan Chenxi went to kindergarten, Mo Chuxi headed to the company, and Yan Xinxin had no classes. She spent the morning tidying up the apartment and went out for her part-time job in the afternoon.
Sweet Time Dessert Shop.
The whole way there, she walked in a distracted haze, her mind involuntarily replaying Mo Chuxi’s face—alternating between its cool aloofness and its teasing charm.
Yan Xinxin absentmindedly pushed open the door to the dessert shop, only for her colleague Qin to call out loudly the moment she saw her.
"Xinxin, you’re finally here! Someone’s been waiting for you for a long time!"