Hearing the deeper meaning behind Mo Chuxi’s words, Yan Xinxin immediately raised her hand to push him away, her star-like eyes filled with reproach.
"Are you sure you want to do this in my current condition?"
She shot him a disdainful look.
"Aren’t you the one who wants this baby so much? Then don’t mess around."
"Yan Xinxin, honestly, you care about this child more than I do."
Mo Chuxi reached out and tilted her delicate chin up.
"Wearing such a beautiful dress but pairing it with plain white shoes—is it for the baby?"
His lowered voice was like music teasing her ear. Yan Xinxin found herself a little flustered.
Thinking about how this man could see through her every move so easily, she felt an unsettling sense of being exposed.
Seeing Yan Xinxin stand there silently in a daze, Mo Chuxi gently placed his palm over her lower abdomen, his warm breath lightly brushing her ear.
"Tell me, do you think a pregnant bride in a wedding dress would look unique?"
The distance was as thin as the wings of a cicada, but it inexplicably made her dizzy.
Yan Xinxin stared into Mo Chuxi’s bottomless eyes, her gaze blank and lost, while her heartstrings seemed to be plucked, creating a lingering melody.
In a moment of distraction, Mo Chuxi turned her slender body around, pulling her intimately into his arms, face to face.
She didn’t want to take any risks.
She didn’t want to lose her little angel again.
Looking into Yan Xinxin’s earnest and determined gaze, Mo Chuxi’s heart softened, but his desire still lingered.
Once again, he addressed her as "Mrs. Mo."
Yan Xinxin only felt her heart race uncontrollably, especially at his deliberately meaningful response.
Over a decade ago, he didn’t understand what love was. Perhaps even now, he hadn’t fully grasped it.
But he was well aware that he had deeply cherished a young girl named Mu Qianyuan.
Their story began as childhood sweethearts but broke off when he was nine years old.
He missed her, missed her pure and beautiful smile, missed the imagery of holding hands and going on outings—he’d missed her for years.
Over the years, he had tirelessly collected anything he thought Mu Qianyuan might like, from tiny trinkets to various styles of clothing.
Eventually, dissatisfied with the market’s trends, he started crafting things himself, designing this dress and that set of hydrangea jewelry.
He thought he’d keep them forever, yet now, seeing Yan Xinxin, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to give her all the treasures he had hoarded for years.
He didn’t know whether it was because Yan Xinxin was his first woman, but inexplicably, he felt an intense need to control and possess her.
Now, knowing she was carrying his child, an inexplicable excitement and anticipation stirred within him.
"Ding ding dong dong..."
The ringtone of a voice call suddenly sounded.
Mo Chuxi glanced up to see that it was Yan Xinxin’s phone ringing.
He set the dress down and walked over to pick up the phone, noticing the name displayed on the screen: Xu Nuo.
Without hesitation, Mo Chuxi answered the call.
"Xinxin, where are you right now? I’m waiting for you at the stadium entrance. Don’t let me down."
As soon as the call connected, Xu Nuo’s gentle voice came through. The smile on Mo Chuxi’s lips instantly disappeared, replaced by a cold, stiff line.
After a brief silence, Xu Nuo’s voice came again.
"Xinxin, whether you come or not, I’ll be waiting for you."
"Waiting or not, Yan Xinxin won’t be coming."
Mo Chuxi responded coldly.
Mo Chuxi replied with ease.
Xu Nuo remained displeased and silent for a few seconds.
"I don’t want to talk to you. Let Yan Xinxin take the call."
"Yan Xinxin doesn’t want to talk to you either. She’s already asleep in my bed."