Yan Xinxin’s question instantly doused Mo Chuxi’s impulse to kiss her.
"There’s nothing worth watching."
Mo Chuxi sat back in his seat, his tone icy cold.
The car quickly started, and Yan Xinxin held the file bag, raising her hesitant gaze toward Mo Chuxi.
The man’s handsome profile, as cold as a block of ice.
Yan Xinxin placed the file bag back down.
"You’re right, Mu Qianshui doesn’t deserve to be Chenxi’s mom."
She spoke, noticing Mo Chuxi’s eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"If it were me, no matter how big the setback, I would never give up on my baby."
"Hm, such lofty words."
Mo Chuxi suddenly opened his lips, sneering coldly.
Yan Xinxin blinked in confusion.
"What are you laughing at?"
"You weren’t planning to get rid of that little thing in your belly before? And you even tried to hide it from me."
Bringing up the past, Yan Xinxin lowered her head guiltily, raising her hand to gently touch her belly.
"I was only trying to prevent a tragedy when I realized I couldn’t provide my baby with a complete family."
Hearing Mo Chuxi’s words, Yan Xinxin raised her head in astonishment.
The sound of brakes followed, and the car stopped at a red light.
"Mo Chuxi, can’t you talk properly?"
"Then can’t you listen properly?"
"What were you and Xiao Yize doing in the office just now?"
Mo Chuxi suddenly changed the topic.
Yan Xinxin paused, blinking as she looked at the man stepping on the accelerator again.
"Didn’t you see it all?"
"So you’re admitting he kissed you?"
"Mo Chuxi, what nonsense are you talking about? When did Xiao Yize ever kiss me?"
Seeing Yan Xinxin’s reaction, Mo Chuxi’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk.
Yan Xinxin froze on the spot.
"You thought Xiao Yize kissed me, so that’s why you said those things to him earlier, isn’t it?"
He asked indifferently, his cold gaze sweeping over her.
"Yan Xinxin, I’ve told you, I don’t like seeing you interact with any other men. It seems you’ve never understood me, yet you still went to lunch with Xiao Yize."
"It was just lunch, I don’t see the problem."
Yan Xinxin responded candidly, her expression suddenly changing as she looked at Mo Chuxi somewhat strangely.
"Young Master Mo, could it be you’re jealous?"
Upon hearing this accusation, Mo Chuxi’s eyes flickered. His grip on the steering wheel slightly tightened, yet his handsome face remained as hard as iron.
"I don’t like sour things."
As he spoke, he suddenly reached out his right hand, precisely grasping Yan Xinxin’s chin, his fingers rubbing her lips.
"I like sweet things, especially here."
"But I enjoy exclusivity, understand?"
Yan Xinxin casually retorted, raising her hand to push his away, her face serious.
"Well, I like exclusivity too."
The car suddenly stopped again. Although his technique was steady, Yan Xinxin was still startled!
"Mo Chuxi, what are you doing!"
"During your early pregnancy, I won’t go as far as doing something crazy in the car. You can relax. But..."
Mo Chuxi spoke as he leaned closer to her.
"You just said you like exclusivity too? Hm?"
"What’s your exclusivity referring to?"
He pressed further, his alluring gaze locking onto Yan Xinxin’s eyes.
Yan Xinxin lifted her beautiful eyes to meet Mo Chuxi’s, her mind involuntarily wandering to Ye Lirong, Yan Zhirou, and all the people who looked down on or slandered her.
Looking at the face so close to her, Yan Xinxin clenched her fists tightly, her eyes determined.
Yan Xinxin firmly stated.
"Mo Chuxi, my exclusivity is you!"