"What... what did you just say?"
Yan Xinxin’s beautiful pupils widened in shock.
She couldn’t believe her ears, even less so the words she had heard.
He wanted her to marry him?!
Still reeling from surprise, she saw Mo Chuxi’s seductive thin lips part once again.
"... Are you feeling okay?"
Yan Xinxin raised a hand to test Mo Chuxi’s forehead temperature.
Mo Chuxi reached out and grasped Yan Xinxin’s wrist, his handsome brows tightly furrowing, his gaze bore deeply into her.
"Have you really never thought about marrying me?"
"Do you not want to give our child a complete family, or do you think I’m not a man you can trust and rely on?"
He pressed on, and in his profound gaze, she saw his seriousness.
Yet, she couldn’t understand.
Although Mo Chuxi had mentioned similar things before, even jokingly calling her Mrs. Mo, now he was so earnest in saying he wanted to marry her...
Could he really... want me to be his wife?
"Mo Chuxi, I... I’m a bit overwhelmed, let me think about it on my own."
"There’s nothing to think about, unless you want our baby to be born without a mother, or without a father."
His subsequent answer rendered her speechless.
"I’ll arrange the wedding. You don’t have to worry about anything, just focus on being Mrs. Mo."
Mo Chuxi made the decision, leaving no room for rejection.
Yan Xinxin stared at him dazedly, feeling as though she were dreaming.
"Mo Chuxi, you— is this your way of proposing to me?"
Her words clearly stumped him.
Mo Chuxi slightly loosened his grip on Yan Xinxin’s wrist, the emotions in his eyes swirling with complexity.
"If you think it is, then it is."
Is there such a thing as this?
Yan Xinxin’s heart raced uncontrollably, unable to digest the information at the moment.
Mo Chuxi proposing to her? It must be a wild fantasy!
She thought Mo Chuxi was taking her somewhere grand, but it turned out to be a couple-themed restaurant.
The restaurant had no other guests, as if Mo Chuxi had booked the entire place.
From the floor-to-ceiling windows, one could see a breathtaking view of the riverscape.
Shortly after sitting down, Mo Chuxi produced a bouquet of red roses out of nowhere.
"This time, it’s not sent by a client."
He parted his seductive thin lips to speak, his gaze serious.
Yet Yan Xinxin only felt a rising sense of unease in her heart.
First he proposed, then he brought her to a couple-themed restaurant for a candlelight lunch, followed by red roses...
"Yan Xinxin, stop doubting. If you want to give the baby a complete family, marrying me is the best solution."
Still caught in uncertainty, Yan Xinxin heard Mo Chuxi say these words again.
She raised her eyes to look at him, and suddenly felt as though her heart had sunk like a stone into the bottom of a lake.
Perhaps, I’m overthinking. He only doesn’t want the baby to be born into a single-parent family.
It wasn’t because he loves me and therefore wants to marry me.
Yan Xinxin, don’t trap yourself in an emotion that will never have an ending...
Yan Xinxin stood at the restaurant entrance holding the fiery-red bouquet of roses while waiting for Mo Chuxi to bring the car around.
She stared at the bouquet absentmindedly, bowing her head to silently count the roses.
She thought there were 99, but after counting twice, it was only 88.
Wasn’t 99 supposed to signify "Forever and Always"? So what does 88 mean?
"My young master only realized today what it means for someone to outshine the flowers—no wonder that big-shot Mo cares so much about you."
Lost in her thoughts, Yan Xinxin glanced up, only to see Xiao Yiran’s devil-may-care face. He approached, full of mischievous arrogance.
"The timid but pure Yan Xinxin—have you considered throwing yourself into my arms? If you’re willing to keep me company, I’ll guarantee fame, fortune, and superstardom for you!"