Yan Xinxin was walking along the roadside when she suddenly saw Mo Chuxi’s car reverse and stop next to her within seconds.
The car window rolled down, revealing a handsome face etched with worry.
"Xi suddenly said his stomach hurts. I’m taking him to the hospital. Yan Xinxin, are you getting in or not?"
Hearing this, Yan Xinxin’s face changed dramatically. She quickly opened the back door and got in.
"Xi! What’s wrong with you!"
"Xinxin, my stomach hurts so much..."
Little Yan Chenxi lifted his big, watery eyes and looked at Yan Xinxin with a pitiable and aggrieved expression.
"Don’t be scared, don’t worry. It’s going to be okay. As long as Xinxin is here, nothing will happen to Xi!"
Yan Xinxin comforted him and then turned her head.
"Mo Chuxi, please drive faster and get to the hospital quickly!"
Listening to Yan Xinxin’s anxious tone, Mo Chuxi’s thin, peach blossom lips curved slightly.
Yan Xinxin tightly held her son, both anxious and worried. After a while, as the car continued on, Yan Chenxi blinked his sparkling eyes.
"Xinxin, my stomach doesn’t seem to hurt anymore."
Yan Xinxin asked again, still not completely at ease.
"Yeah, it really doesn’t hurt anymore, so we don’t need to go to the hospital."
The words didn’t seem problematic, but it was as if Yan Xinxin suddenly understood something.
Apparently, he fooled her!
Her precious son, Yan Xinxin’s darling baby, had actually conspired with Mo Chuxi!
Back at the apartment, the first thing Yan Xinxin did was dig out that contract.
She was going to cancel it.
She was done with this!
Yan Xinxin picked up the contract and turned around, only to see Mo Chuxi walking in from the doorway.
In his hand, he held a small, intricately designed box.
Yet when Mo Chuxi saw the cooperation agreement in Yan Xinxin’s hands, his expression darkened slightly.
"Yan Xinxin, are you sure you really want to sever ties with me?"
He parted his lips to ask, his voice pleasant to the ear but icy in tone.
Yan Xinxin looked at him calmly and nodded.
"Yes, I want to sever ties with you."
Upon hearing her answer, a trace of agitation instantly flickered between Mo Chuxi’s brows.
"Yan Xinxin, I hope you understand—since you’ve slept with me, you’re obligated to see this through."
"If you truly wish to sever ties with me, there are only two possibilities: either I die, or you die."
Yan Xinxin stared in shock at the man before her.
Mo Chuxi strode forward, snatched the contract from her hands, and flung it aside with a casual wave, tossing the box in his hand onto the table at the same time.