The gossip reporters, upon finding out which ward Yan Xinxin was in, rushed over without any regard for the fact that this was a hospital.
However, just as they were about to swarm into the room, they saw Young Master Mo Chuxi, the top elite of Ancheng, stepping out of the ward.
Dashing and refined, aloof and noble.
Just one look at Mo Chuxi’s icy, emotionless face made every single one of them sensibly lower their cameras, their faces awkward but still polite with forced smiles.
"Young... Master Mo."
Mo Chuxi narrowed his cold, dangerous eyes and took two steps forward, causing the reporters to hurriedly back up in unison.
"Who gave you permission to come here and harass the patients?"
He asked, his deep voice carrying displeasure, his chilling gaze making the reporters shiver.
"Sorry, Young Master Mo, our apologies for disturbing you! We... we must have come to the wrong place!"
Not daring to meet Mo Chuxi’s frosty gaze again, they mumbled an excuse and hastily turned to leave.
Mo Chuxi stood stiffly in place, exuding a cold aura, his heart already forming a vague suspicion.
Dusk was approaching.
The summer sunset cast a radiant orange hue across the horizon.
Yan Xinxin sat uneasily by the hospital bed, her composure wavering as Yan Chenxi blinked his curious little eyes at her.
"Xinxin, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
He asked, reaching out his little hand to hold Yan Xinxin’s.
Feeling the warmth of her son’s palm, Yan Xinxin smiled gently.
"No, Xinxin is fine. It’s just... Xi, you must be as worried about little Chenxi as I am, right?"
Yan Chenxi nodded vigorously.
"Then why don’t we wait for Daddy Chuxi to return, and together we’ll go visit little Chenxi, okay?"
Just as she finished making plans with her son to visit little Chenxi, the door to the ward was suddenly pushed open.
She thought Mo Chuxi had returned, but it was actually Lin Yuan’ai who stepped in.
As always, she was impeccably dressed like an aristocratic lady, her expression cold. Yet, her face softened with a rare smile when she looked at Yan Chenxi.
"It’s that mean aunt again. I don’t like her at all."
Yan Chenxi leaned close to Yan Xinxin and whispered in a low voice.
"Come here, Xi. Let Grandma take a look at you."
Lin Yuan’ai approached with a warm smile, intending to take Xi’s hand, but the boy cleverly dodged her touch.
Her smile instantly froze as she darkened, placing her luxurious handbag on a nearby chair.
"Mrs. Mo, may I ask what brings you here?"
Yan Xinxin looked up and asked mildly, holding Xi’s hand as she remained seated by the bed.
She hadn’t forgotten how this elegant woman had belittled and insulted her the last time at the Mo residence.
"Yan Xinxin, I know what you’re up to, but I didn’t expect you to act so quickly."
At these words, Yan Xinxin looked at Lin Yuan’ai with a face full of confusion.
"Mrs. Mo, if you have something to say, please speak plainly."
"Hmph, still playing innocent? Aren’t you just trying to gain fame through Chuxi? Well, are you satisfied now?"
Lin Yuan’ai’s tone was cold and disdainful.
"What surprised me, though, is that you were even willing to involve little Xixi in a car accident for publicity. Are you trying to use Qianshui’s popularity for leverage, or were you hoping to wipe out our Mo family’s bloodline?"
If there’d been a table nearby, Yan Xinxin was certain she’d have flipped it!
Facing Lin Yuan’ai’s overbearing manner, Yan Xinxin shrugged it off with a nonchalant smile.
"That’s right! You’re absolutely correct. From the beginning, I only wanted to use Mo Chuxi to gain fame!"
She spoke boldly, without holding back.
"With the most eligible heir of Ancheng’s wealthiest family right beside me, why wouldn’t I take advantage? Oh, and Mrs. Mo, did you forget? The child in my belly doesn’t even belong to Mo Chuxi!"
The ward door was suddenly kicked open with great force, and Yan Xinxin instinctively raised her head, meeting a face as dark and foreboding as the abyssal night.
"Yan Xinxin, what nonsense are you talking about?"