This method of proving herself was something Yan Xinxin had never expected!
Yet the kiss Mo Chuxi planted on her lips felt so undeniably real!
The glow of the sunset filtered through the slender branches, scattering soft light halos around them. This kiss, sudden yet beautifully poetic.
Mo Chuxi’s heartbeat skipped a beat, filled with joy.
In this moment, he was certain—what Yan Xinxin stirred in him was truly the feeling of love.
His previous fondness for Mu Qianyuan might have been nothing more than a youthful crush, far from the heart-fluttering affection he now felt for Yan Xinxin.
Ling Siyu, on the other hand, was utterly petrified, as if she turned to stone amidst the wind; she could practically feel Yan Xinxin’s slap swelling and distorting her face beyond recognition!
Mo Chuxi’s kiss with Yan Xinxin made her seethe with envy and jealousy to the point of chaos!
Witnessing a real-life kiss for the first time, Ah Ding’s heart was beating wildly!
No, no, this won’t do!
With so many passersby watching now!
The rumors about Mo Chuxi disliking women and having no interest in intimacy should be disproven now!
Yan Xinxin was equally shocked. By the time she snapped out of her stunned state, Mo Chuxi had already gently released her lips.
His gaze, deeply affectionate, had a magnetic and captivating intensity.
"Wife, it’s late. Time to go home and cook for me."
Yan Xinxin suddenly admitted defeat.
The way Mo Chuxi carried off his "performance" was far more natural than hers.
Taking her hand, his piercing gaze swept coldly toward Ling Siyu, who had already crumbled to ruins emotionally.
"If you still want a place in Di Jue, remember this—offending me is one thing, but offending the boss’s wife might become the most terrifying reckoning you’ve ever faced in this lifetime."
Mo Chuxi’s words came softly, uttered from his thin lips with a chilling warning.
Ling Siyu was struck down once more!
She could hardly breathe!
Yan Xinxin looked at her expression, feeling absolutely no sympathy.
She deserved it—it’s her own doing!
Back at the apartment.
As soon as the door opened, two little ones who’d returned home from school bounded toward Yan Xinxin and Mo Chuxi.
"Me too! I want a Mua~"
Seeing little Chenxi not only kissing Daddy and Mommy but also receiving kisses in return, Yan Chenxi joined in, clamoring for his share.
He couldn’t fall behind in this affection battle!
Yan Xinxin reached out to hug her son, affectionately planting a loud kiss on his soft little face.
"Xi, did you take good care of Chenxi today?"
"Don’t worry, Xinxin! I’ll always take care of my sister!"
"Good boy! Let Xinxin give you another kiss!"
Yan Xinxin leaned forward and kissed him again, clearly in high spirits.
Standing nearby, Mo Chuxi was suddenly lost in thought at Yan Chenxi’s use of the word "sister."
His own sister, Yan Zhichun’s grave—it was empty.
And as for Mu Chenxi...
"Alright, you two go play now. Xinxin needs to prepare dinner!"
Yan Xinxin’s voice pulled Mo Chuxi from his reverie.
He snapped back and saw the two little ones obediently heading toward the living room to play, while Yan Xinxin walked toward the bedroom.
Mo Chuxi hesitated for a few seconds before following her.
Before she even had time to set down her bag, Mo Chuxi took her hand and led her to the rooftop.
Under the glow of the evening light, hydrangeas looked even more beautiful, even more dreamlike.
"Yan Xinxin, I want to ask you a question."
Mo Chuxi’s gaze carried a stark seriousness that made Yan Xinxin’s heart skip a beat.
"What do you want to ask?"
"Back then, did you personally see Chun die? Do you know how her body was handled?"