Yan Xinxin finished speaking, only to feel her eyes sting with impending tears.
She forced herself to swallow back her emotions and decisively turned around.
"What is this woman pretending to be?"
"She actually rejected Young Master Mo!"
"Good that she rejected him! That way, Young Master Mo can still be ours!"
Mo Chuxi abruptly stood, casting a sidelong, chilling glare, instantly silencing the women gossiping behind him.
Yan Xinxin thought she could remain composed, but in that moment, her heart became chaotic.
She quickened her pace, walking toward the street corner in a fluster, desperate to leave this place of trouble.
Mo Chuxi’s proposal and love confession—she didn’t dare take them seriously. Moreover, she couldn’t forgive Mo Chuxi for what he did to Chun.
Suddenly, an out-of-control truck came hurtling toward her. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel_fіre.net
Yan Xinxin heard the voices of two children calling her name, but before she could react, she felt a familiar force wrap around her shoulders.
In the instant the truck brushed past her, this man embraced her and pulled her aside.
The two of them tumbled several times on the ground before coming to a stop.
With a loud "bang," the out-of-control truck slammed into a tree.
All kinds of chaotic, urgent noises erupted around them.
Yan Xinxin suddenly opened her eyes, realizing she was unharmed in Mo Chuxi’s protective embrace—while he was lying flat on his back on the ground, looking unwell.
Yan Xinxin scrambled upright, her heart pounding furiously, leaning down near him, unable to think of anything else.
"Mo Chuxi, how are you? Are you okay?"
She hurriedly cupped his face, tears spilling from her eyes in an instant.
"Mo Chuxi, don’t die! What am I going to do if you die? Mo Chuxi!"
"Yan Xinxin, will you marry me?"
So suddenly, Mo Chuxi opened his eyes, but his voice sounded weak.
Yan Xinxin froze for a moment, but seeing his fragile state, she couldn’t help but nod repeatedly.
"I’ll marry you! Mo Chuxi, I’m willing to marry you! As long as you’re okay, I’ll do it!"
"Then promise me this: No matter what happens in the future, you’re never allowed to leave me. You’ll be my Mrs. Mo for the rest of your life."
Yan Xinxin answered without hesitation.
Mo Chuxi’s lips curved into a smile. Amid Yan Xinxin’s frantic tears, he suddenly sat up and, in a flash, lowered his head to kiss her tear-stained lips.
The taste of her tears was salty, but he found sweetness in it.
Mo Chuxi’s thin lips curled slightly, his deep smile hidden without trace.
Yan Xinxin was dumbfounded.
"Mo Chuxi, you’re tricking me? You’re not even hurt!"
"Then tell me, Yan Xinxin: Do you wish I were hurt, or unharmed?"
Yan Xinxin was taken aback, fumbling for words. In this fleeting silence, Mo Chuxi reached out, took her hand, and swiftly slid the wedding ring onto the ring finger of her left hand before lowering his head for a kiss.
"Yan Xinxin, from this moment on, you are officially my Mrs. Mo. For the rest of your life, you are forbidden to love any man other than me."
"Daddy Chuxi! Xinxin!"
Two little figures finally sprinted toward them.
Little Chenxi blinked her big eyes as she looked at them.
"Mommy Daddy, why are you sitting on the ground? You’ll catch a cold!"
"Wow! The ring is on! Xinxin agreed to marry Daddy Chuxi! I have a dad now! This is awesome!"
Yan Chenxi exclaimed in excitement.
Yan Xinxin’s emotions were a jumbled mess—her heart overwhelmed by a whirlwind of feelings.
"Ah! It’s red! Daddy’s red here! He’s bleeding, he’s bleeding!"