Almost without any forethought, Yan Xinxin blurted out the words uncontrollably.
In that instant, the air around them seemed to freeze.
Mo Chuxi furrowed his brows deeply, looking somewhat puzzled at the petite woman standing before him whose eyes brimmed with a mist of unshed tears.
"Yan Xinxin, what are you talking about? What do you mean by ’substitute’?"
Upon hearing Mo Chuxi’s confused question, Yan Xinxin curved her lips into a sarcastic smile.
"Mo Chuxi, must you be so cruel? Fine, I’ll tell you — it’s Mu Qianyuan, the Mu Qianyuan you’ve been yearning for over a decade!"
Hearing Yan Xinxin’s response, clarity washed over Mo Chuxi in an instant.
"Yan Xinxin, who told you I see you as Mu Qianyuan’s substitute? You two are completely different people."
Mo Chuxi was momentarily speechless, his brows furrowing slightly in confusion.
But within seconds, his deep eyes suddenly lifted sharply.
"You were awake all along?"
Back then, when he kissed her, he murmured "Yuan," not realizing that Yan Xinxin was already awake.
Yan Xinxin’s gaze dimmed as she looked at the man whose face had turned slightly grim.
"Yes, I was awake. If I hadn’t unexpectedly woken up, how could I have known that Young Master Mo is such a deeply sentimental man?"
Looking into Yan Xinxin’s eyes, which were dyed with sarcasm and sorrow, Mo Chuxi felt, for the first time, as if he’d been completely seen through.
This feeling left him with an unprecedented sense of unease and disquiet.
Without any further hesitation, Yan Xinxin turned away, clutching her son in her arms, as tears uncontrollably cascaded from her eyes.
Yan Chenxi hurriedly lifted his tiny hand, full of concern, to wipe away the tears on her face.
"Xinxin, why are you crying? Did Daddy Chuxi bully you? Why are you fighting?"
Yan Xinxin sniffed, trying hard to suppress the inexplicable wave of emotion that had surged within her, compelling her to cry.
"Xi, from now on, it’s just Xinxin. There’s no Daddy Chuxi. He will never be your father."
Yan Chenxi bowed his head and hugged her tightly.
"I’ll always stay by Xinxin’s side."
Hearing her son’s words, Yan Xinxin was overwhelmed with sorrow.
"Xi, such a good boy..."
Her voice trembled as she looked at her son, unwilling to break down, yet her vision still grew blurry with tears...
Lin Yuan’ai stepped out of the doorway and saw Mo Chuxi standing in place, staring at Yan Xinxin’s departing figure. Her anger only flared stronger.
"Chuxi, did you hear that? This Yan Xinxin is clearly not a proper woman..."
Lin Yuan’ai was momentarily stunned, frozen by Mo Chuxi’s sudden shout.
When she raised her head, she saw his face, icy cold beyond compare.
"I know exactly what kind of person Yan Xinxin is. If it weren’t for your inappropriate remarks, she wouldn’t have reacted this way!"
Mo Chuxi’s voice was frigid, like shards of ice.
"If you don’t want to lose your grandson and granddaughter, or even this son of yours, you’d better prepare yourself to welcome another daughter-in-law!"
Having dropped these weighty, irrevocable words, Mo Chuxi abruptly turned and made his way toward the garage.
Watching Mo Chuxi’s coldly departing back, Lin Yuan’ai couldn’t help but feel a tinge of remorse.
She really should’ve listened to Sister Lin! She shouldn’t have confronted Yan Xinxin head-on again!
The layering hues of dusk pressed down, as Yan Xinxin held Yan Chenxi’s hand, walking along the seaside road facing the incoming breeze.
The Mo Manor, a standalone villa on the outskirts, was still some distance away from where cars could be accessed.
Not long after, the sound of a car came from behind.
"Xinxin, it’s Daddy Chuxi’s car!"
Upon hearing this, Yan Xinxin immediately bent down, once again picking her son up into her arms.
Seeing Yan Xinxin deliberately trying to evade him, Mo Chuxi’s gaze darkened, and he stepped down hard on the accelerator!