Yan Xinxin felt a sudden gust of wind sweep past her, immediately followed by the sharp screech of brakes.
She abruptly stopped in her tracks, the road ahead completely blocked.
Mo Chuxi’s Maybach domineeringly cut across her path.
Within seconds, Mo Chuxi stepped out of the car, slamming the door with a flourish. His tall figure, his devilishly handsome face—under the glow of the evening sunset—looked resolute and cold.
"Please don’t block my way."
Yan Xinxin raised her still slightly wet eyes and spoke in a cold tone.
Mo Chuxi’s tall, commanding figure stepped in front of her.
"Yan Xinxin, I’ve said it before—your path from now on is my responsibility."
"I don’t need you to take responsibility. I can take care of myself!"
Yan Xinxin glared at him in defiance and sidestepped him, choosing to take a path through the grass on the side.
But she had barely taken a few steps when she felt someone tugging at the child in her arms.
Turning her head, she saw Mo Chuxi reaching over, forcefully taking Yan Chenxi from her embrace.
"Mo Chuxi, what are you doing?!"
"Chuxi Daddy, you can’t bully my Xinxin!"
Nestled in Mo Chuxi’s arms, Yan Chenxi instinctively defended Yan Xinxin.
"Of course I wouldn’t bully your Xinxin. Right now, it’s your Xinxin who’s bullying your Chuxi Daddy."
Complete nonsense, utter rubbish!
After saying his piece, Mo Chuxi carried the child into the car, leaving Yan Xinxin fuming.
"Mo Chuxi, give Xi back to me!"
Yan Xinxin rushed forward, but as soon as she got close, Mo Chuxi grabbed one of her hands and wrapped the other arm around her slender waist.
"Let go, you bastard!"
Yan Xinxin flatly refused.
"I’ve made myself very clear. I don’t want to be anyone’s substitute! Stop projecting your longing and feelings for Mu Qianyuan onto me—I can’t bear it!"
As he absorbed Yan Xinxin’s words, Mo Chuxi’s eyes darkened slightly.
He leaned closer, a peculiar expression hovering on his devastatingly handsome face.
Yan Xinxin wanted to avoid his gaze, but she found herself trapped in the intensity of his breath, encircling her with every inhale and exhale.
"Yan Xinxin, you’ve already fallen in love with me."
He stated it directly.
It wasn’t a question, nor a guess—but an assertion.
Yan Xinxin’s beautiful pupils darted about in a panic, her heartbeat skipping irregularly.
"Y-you’re talking nonsense! I could never like you!"
"If you don’t like me, then why do you care whether I see you as someone else?"
Yan Xinxin froze in a daze, wanting to deny it but unable to muster any argument.
"People say pregnancy makes you lose brain cells for three years, but you seem to be out of it for much longer."
"Now that you’re pregnant with my child, I think your forgetfulness might last even longer."
His voice was like a magnetic string, strumming against her ears.
Yan Xinxin stiffened, hurriedly trying to struggle free from his grasp. However, her vigorous effort made her stumble backward, nearly falling. Mo Chuxi immediately reached out to steady her, but she placed her hand on the car for support, intentionally avoiding his touch.
Mo Chuxi’s heart sank slightly, a faint wave of disappointment welling up inside him.
"Yan Xinxin, are you really not getting in the car?"
"Fine, then I’ll take your son with me."
Mo Chuxi had thought Yan Xinxin would compromise, but her stubbornness was beyond what he had anticipated.
"Chuxi Daddy, I want my Xinxin!"
Sitting alone in the back seat, Yan Chenxi began to squirm restlessly.
Mo Chuxi glanced at the rearview mirror. Though he was driving slowly, Yan Xinxin’s figure was still getting further and further away. His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, his frustration growing by the second.
"Xi, do you want your Xinxin to come home with us?"
Yan Chenxi, already anxious about his beloved Xinxin, nodded vigorously as soon as he heard this.
Mo Chuxi’s lips curved into a faint smirk.
"Then help your Chuxi Daddy with something."