The uncontrollable sound of retching drew everyone’s gaze toward her.
"Xinxin, what’s wrong?"
Yan Chenxi leaned forward with concern and asked.
Mo Chuxi’s brows furrowed as well.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Yan Xinxin slowly released her small hand, her expression blank and her face stiff.
"Yan Xinxin, are you... pregnant?"
The quiet atmosphere of the restaurant was shattered by Lin Yuan’ai’s question.
Yan Xinxin froze in shock.
It had been more than half a month since that unexpected night with Mo Chuxi. During those days, she had been dazed, barely remembering to take the post-incident medication.
Could it be that she had conceived from just that one time?
No, it wasn’t just once that night...
"I think—I think it’s just an upset stomach. I’m not pregnant..."
Yan Xinxin denied it, but her tone lacked conviction.
Lin Yuan’ai glanced at Yan Xinxin and then turned to see Mo Chuxi’s gaze fixated entirely on her. Lin’s face slightly darkened.
It was evident that Mo Chuxi did indeed care for Yan Xinxin. Otherwise, why else would he let her even be in such a situation?
"It’s best to double-check,"
Mo Qifeng said with a serious expression, then added.
"Since Lady Yan has already given our Mo family an heir, I won’t oppose your relationship with Chuxi. But being the Mo family’s daughter-in-law won’t be an easy role for you—be mentally prepared."
When he finished speaking, Yan Xinxin was stunned. How could she have imagined that Mo Chuxi’s father would actually approve of their relationship?
And... it seemed they had already assumed her son was the Mo family’s grandson?
Yan Xinxin desperately wanted to clarify things but was intercepted by Mo Chuxi’s hinting glance.
The dinner ended tastelessly. Noticing her unease, Mo Chuxi quickly took Yan Xinxin and Yan Chenxi away after they finished eating.
The car cruised steadily along the road, the atmosphere in the cabin silent.
Mo Chuxi glanced at the rearview mirror.
Yan Xinxin was hugging her son’s shoulders, but one hand was still pressed against her stomach. Her small face looked anything but natural.
His gaze shifted subtly away, and as the car turned, it slowly came to a stop.
"Xinxin, where are we?"
Yan Chenxi looked out of the car window, his face full of innocent wonder.
Yan Xinxin raised her eyes upon hearing the question and saw Mo Chuxi seemingly preparing to step out.
"Mo Chuxi, where are you going?"
"Wait for me in the car,"
he instructed, and decisively got out.
Yan Xinxin lifted her starry eyes and watched his tall figure enter a pharmacy. Two or three minutes later, he returned with a bag in hand.
Intuition—a woman’s sixth sense told Yan Xinxin that the item he’d purchased was for her.
Sure enough, as soon as they got back to the apartment, Mo Chuxi took out something from the bag, his dark, penetrating gaze locking onto hers.
"If it’s not, take some medicine for your stomach and rest early. If it is..."
Mo Chuxi’s brows slightly furrowed.
He didn’t finish his sentence, but Yan Xinxin understood his meaning.
He suspected she might be pregnant.
"There’s no need to test. It’s not like I’ve never been pregnant before—I know my situation."
Yan Xinxin refused, turning to leave.
But as soon as she tried to walk away, her wrist was grabbed by Mo Chuxi. His sculpted features were sharp, yet his gaze was weighty and intense.
"If you won’t test, I’ll help you."
His deep eyes fixed on her, leaving her unable to argue further.
Yan Xinxin reached out and took the pregnancy test from him, her emotions swirling as she walked into the bathroom.
Would fate truly play such tricks on her?
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