Yan Xinxin stepped toward Mo Chuxi, her mind circling back to what had happened in his office during lunch break.
In the past couple of days, this young master Mo had been acting a bit strange.
"I’m standing right in front of you, and yet you still dare to think about other things?"
The man’s tall figure stopped directly in front of her.
Yan Xinxin froze mid-step, catching the faint scent of orchids wafting from him. When she looked up, there was his sharply defined, handsome face staring back at her.
Yan Xinxin parted her lips to speak, but after uttering a single word, she suddenly paused.
Out of nowhere, Mo Chuxi pulled a vibrant bouquet of red roses from behind him, holding them out to her.
Yan Xinxin could clearly smell the roses’ sweet fragrance—it was almost intoxicating.
Red roses. He was giving her red roses?
Seeing Yan Xinxin frozen in place, her arms hanging awkwardly, Mo Chuxi directly shoved the bouquet into her hands.
"President Mo, what’s the meaning of this?"
"You’re off work now. You can call me by my name."
Mo Chuxi demanded, his tone as domineering as ever. After speaking, he turned and got into the car.
Yan Xinxin remained dazed, staring blankly at the bouquet of roses in her hands.
Speaking of which, who had sent that bouquet of roses to the classroom earlier?
"Are you getting in the car or not? Don’t you want to pick up your son from school?"
Yan Xinxin snapped out of her thoughts, quickly turned around, and got into the car.
However, holding such a large bouquet of red roses, her emotions were nothing short of complicated.
Yet, she didn’t dare to indulge in any wild fantasies—that this man’s gesture of giving her roses carried some deeper meaning.
"Mo Chuxi, why did you suddenly give me roses?"
Yan Xinxin couldn’t stand guessing blindly, so she simply asked the question outright.
She lifted her beautiful eyes, gazing at Mo Chuxi’s calm and stoic profile.
"They were from a client. I didn’t want them to go to waste."
The faint, wishful expectation in her heart instantly shattered into nothing.
Yan Xinxin said, placing the bouquet in the backseat of the car.
Mo Chuxi frowned, catching a glimpse of Yan Xinxin’s sullen expression through the rearview mirror. His mood was inexplicably swayed by her reaction.
The truth was, he had lied.
This bouquet of roses had been personally chosen by him—88 roses, symbolizing the meaning of four specific words.
Even though he hadn’t yet received the paternity test results confirming his relationship with Yan Chenxi, one fact remained: five years ago today, Yan Xinxin had suffered in the delivery room and given birth to their son.
His son’s birthday also marked the day Yan Xinxin endured unimaginable pain.
"Mo Chuxi, I feel like you’ve been acting strange these past few days."
"You’re overthinking it."
Mo Chuxi snapped out of his thoughts and swiftly denied it.
"I’ve reserved a place at a parent-child restaurant. Tonight, I’m taking Xi there to celebrate his birthday."
Yan Xinxin’s mouth fell open in surprise.
Mo Chuxi shot her a sidelong glance.
"What kind of expression is that?"
"Xi is my son. You don’t have to go to such extravagant lengths."
Hearing Yan Xinxin’s words, Mo Chuxi’s brow furrowed slightly.
"What I mean is, once you become the Mo family’s young madam, Xi calling me ’Dad’ will feel entirely natural."
He spoke with casual ease, his tone calm, his emotions perfectly composed.
But Yan Xinxin’s heart surged with a mix of emotions.
The position of the Mo family’s young madam was surely one that many heiresses and socialites envied. Yet Yan Xinxin wasn’t interested in that title. What she cared about was... him.
She knew full well that Mo Chuxi was unlikely to be her ideal partner, but this man did stir her desire to have a home...
The car steadily rolled to a stop in front of Sunflower Kindergarten, but the entrance was crowded with people, buzzing with activity.
"Why is it so lively?"
Yan Xinxin looked on with curiosity, unbuckling her seatbelt to step out of the car—when she suddenly caught sight of two familiar little faces.
"It’s Chenxi and Xi!"