Yan Xinxin curiously looked at Mo Chuxi.
She had never seen this cunning man display such a complex expression before.
Normally, he was either poker-faced or expressionless, almost devoid of emotion.
But at this moment...
Still confused, she heard Mo Chuxi utter these two words.
"Just arrived and now you’re leaving? You haven’t even eaten..."
He looked at her deeply, his tone gentle yet exceptionally domineering.
Yan Xinxin was baffled, but she had no choice but to obediently follow Mo Chuxi.
As she turned around, she distinctly heard someone talking about her and Mo Chuxi...
Yan Xinxin got into the car, and Mo Chuxi stepped on the gas pedal.
The atmosphere was inexplicably stiff and strange. She looked up at him. His profile was still so captivating, yet the lines of his face were incredibly taut.
A woman’s intuition told Yan Xinxin that during the brief moment she had gone to the restroom, something must have happened.
And this matter seemed to have something to do with her?
It didn’t take long for them to return to the apartment. As soon as Mo Chuxi entered the door, he immediately turned and walked straight to the study.
"Hey, Mo Chuxi, what exactly is going on?"
Yan Xinxin followed him closely.
Mo Chuxi’s footsteps halted at the door of the study. He turned around, his handsome face heavy and serious, reminiscent of their initial meeting—aloof and detached.
"I have something to handle right now. You can go take a nap."
He parted his lips, his tone unexpectedly calm.
Yan Xinxin stared into his solemn eyes, wanting to say something but holding back.
Without hesitation, Mo Chuxi walked into the study and shut the door behind him.
"Acting so mysterious?"
Yan Xinxin grew more curious, but if Mo Chuxi didn’t want her to know, she didn’t want to pry.
Although she didn’t have the habit of napping, ever since the little baby grew inside her, she often felt sleepy.
Yan Xinxin poured herself a cup of warm water, carried the two reference books Xiao Yize had given her, and headed to the rooftop.
She sat amidst the hydrangea blossoms, basking in the lazy, warm summer sunlight.
Settling at a cream-colored small table, Yan Xinxin once again spotted the photo frame, which still held that same group picture.
She picked up the frame again, lowering her gaze to study the young boy and girl in the photo.
Even as a child, Mo Chuxi’s strikingly handsome features were already apparent.
This man was undoubtedly a masterpiece crafted by the hands of God; his appearance, along with every attached attribute, was flawless.
And the little girl leaning close to him...
Yan Xinxin murmured softly.
The girl’s delicate face was pure and lively, her round, glimmering eyes exuding innocence.
She was smiling, and the corners of her lips showed adorable dimples.
Yan Xinxin paused slightly.
She suddenly realized that the girl in the photo indeed bore a striking resemblance to herself...
She vaguely recalled her own reflection in the mirror as a child—it seemed quite similar to this Mu Qianyuan.
She didn’t have any childhood photos of her own, making comparisons impossible.
Ye Lirong once said that their family was poor back then; ordinary people wouldn’t bother going to photo studios to take pictures. Yet, Yan Zhirou had a stack of childhood photos.
Yan Xinxin stared at the photo for a while before setting the frame down.
For now, what mattered most to her were the baby and the appraiser exam—she couldn’t let those who looked down on her keep belittling her. She had to prove that even Yan Xinxin could rise based on her own abilities!
Mo Chuxi sat at the desk, meticulously replaying the video footage Ah Ding had given him last time—twice, from start to finish.
Yan Xinxin appeared in the video a total of two times.
What shocked Mo Chuxi was that before the incident occurred, Yan Xinxin’s school uniform undeniably bore a badge on her chest!
Bright red, so small, yet so jarring!