Yan Xinxin’s question caught him completely off guard.
Mo Chuxi froze, momentarily stunned.
"Is it that hard to answer?"
She looked at him, puzzled—it was rare to see him lose composure .
Mo Chuxi parted his lips and answered, without any hesitation.
"She’s the only person in this world who ever called me ’Brother Xi.’"
So it was Mu Qianyuan.
Was that why he spaced out at my question just now?
Yan Xinxin mused silently.
"Qianyuan’s been gone for many years. To me, she was indeed special once, but Yan Xinxin, you and I are already legally married."
Mo Chuxi gazed at her, speaking quietly.
The words surprised Yan Xinxin momentarily, but soon, she smiled faintly.
"Is Young Master Mo worried I might be jealous of Mu Qianyuan, so you’re explaining this deliberately?"
Yan Xinxin curled her rosy lips into a gentle smile, stepping closer to Mo Chuxi.
"Don’t worry, Young Master Mo. I won’t let my imagination run wild. Besides, even if you still can’t let go of Mu Qianyuan, it’s actually a good thing for me."
Mo Chuxi furrowed his brows in confusion.
Yan Xinxin smiled again.
"Because at least it proves that my husband, Yan Xinxin’s husband, is someone who cherishes deep feelings and loyalty."
As she spoke, she suddenly tiptoed and planted a soft kiss on the corner of Mo Chuxi’s handsome lips.
"Thank you, Young Master Mo, for having lunch with me. Consider this my token of gratitude. See you tonight."
Yan Xinxin smiled as she turned around. Her petite, graceful figure quickly disappeared from Mo Chuxi’s field of vision.
He watched her retreating back, his tongue subtly licking the corner of his lips where she had kissed him.
With about twenty minutes left until class, Yan Xinxin walked slowly, her thoughts still lingering on Mo Chuxi’s answer earlier.
Was she truly the only one who called him that?
Then why does my subconscious also call out ’Brother Xi’ sometimes?
And each time I say it, it feels like the person I’m thinking about is Mo Chuxi?
"Could it be that Mu Qianyuan’s soul has possessed me? She wants to rekindle her bond with Mo Chuxi?"
Yan Xinxin’s imagination ran wild as she mulled over this absurd notion. Just as she reached the classroom door, a shadow flickered in her line of sight.
She approached quietly and took a closer look, discovering it was Ling Siyu.
The classroom was still empty, and her sneaky demeanor clearly indicated she was up to no good.
Yan Xinxin carefully hid behind a wall, soon spotting Ling Siyu clutching a small, mysterious bottle as she walked toward her desk.
Shortly after, Yan Xinxin observed the sinister smile spreading across Ling Siyu’s face.
"The pure-hearted school beauty, huh? So pretty, huh? Made me look like a fool in front of everyone, didn’t you? Let’s see how gorgeous you look when you fall flat on your face in front of everyone!"
Ling Siyu muttered as she twisted the bottle cap open to spill its transparent, odorless viscous liquid onto the chair.
To ensure the liquid spread evenly, she even picked up the chair and shook it. Satisfied with her handiwork, she packed up her things, clearly planning to pretend she hadn’t entered the classroom early.
Yan Xinxin quietly retreated to the neighboring classroom and peered out, soon catching sight of Ling Siyu sauntering down the hallway.
This wicked fiend, trying to mess with me, huh?
Yan Xinxin’s lips curled into a playful, clever smile...
As she suspected, Ling Siyu showed up just a minute or two before class started.
Walking into the classroom, she immediately looked at Yan Xinxin, who was standing by the desk chatting with Lu Chenxue.
"Hmph! Let’s see you make a fool of yourself in a bit!"
Ling Siyu snickered, then plopped herself down onto the chair!