It turned out that Mo Chuxi was touching her stomach.
His palm rested on the surface of her abdominal skin, warm and a little ticklish.
"Yan Xinxin, you are not allowed to take any more part-time jobs. I’m serious about this."
His tone was commanding, and the look in his eyes carried a stronger sense of threat.
"Don’t do things I dislike, okay?"
Yan Xinxin looked at him, wanting to speak but holding back. In the end, she said nothing.
The night passed peacefully.
The next day, Yan Xinxin arrived at Ancheng University in Mo Chuxi’s car.
Quite a few male and female students noticed Yan Xinxin stepping out of Mo Chuxi’s car, their minds swirling with guesses, yet not a single one dared to spread rumors.
The consequence of running one’s mouth was evident in the cases of Mo Xiaoli and Xue Mengshi—they were directly expelled from the university, with absolutely no room for negotiation.
It was through this incident that everyone realized just how grave the cost of tarnishing someone’s reputation could be.
Yan Xinxin got out of the car and headed straight toward the teaching building.
Mo Chuxi called out to her from behind.
She turned around and saw him holding out a small, delicate jar toward her.
"I don’t mind letting everyone know about my relationship with you, but I think you wouldn’t want people to discover that you’re pregnant, right?"
Mo Chuxi spoke in a low voice, and Yan Xinxin looked at him in astonishment.
This man... he had thought it through so thoroughly.
Giving her sour plums was his way of worrying that she might feel nauseous and vomit.
Yan Xinxin expressed her gratitude, reaching out to accept them.
"If you’re not feeling well, come find me at the office. I’ll wait for you after class."
After saying that, Mo Chuxi turned and walked away. Holding the jar of sour plums, Yan Xinxin gazed at his figure bathed in sunlight. A few streams of warmth seeped into her heart.
"Still staring even though he’s already far gone?"
Luo Yiyi’s teasing voice came from the side. Yan Xinxin turned to see her walking over with a casual smile.
"Yan Xinxin, I heard you have a son now? And apparently, he’s already five or six years old. So, does that mean you had a child at eighteen?"
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