Yan Xinxin froze abruptly.
"Mo Chuxi, what did you just say?"
She suddenly looked up, but before she realized it, her footing slipped, and her body lost balance, pressing tightly into his chest.
Mo Chuxi instinctively tightened his hold on Yan Xinxin. With a loud "splash," water splattered everywhere. For more chapters visit NoveI★Fire.net
His back slammed against the cold, hard bathtub. It hurt—quite a bit—but fortunately, Yan Xinxin hadn’t suffered even a hint of pain.
Both of them were drenched from head to toe. Yan Xinxin slowly climbed up from Mo Chuxi’s body, her hips inadvertently seated on his abs.
She coughed lightly and raised her hand to swipe the water off her face.
"Mo Chuxi, you bastard!"
Yan Xinxin shouted angrily.
"Have you forgotten that I’m carrying your child in my belly? Are you trying to tell me you don’t want a daughter anymore?!"
Mo Chuxi sat up straight, cupping Yan Xinxin’s flushed, scornful face with both hands.
His deep-set eyes locked onto hers, which flashed with blame and indignation.
"Yan Xinxin, let me be clear with you. At that moment just now, the only thing I wanted... was you."
"Cut the act! You, Young Master Mo, have probably seen every kind of woman there is. How long have you even known me? Do you think I’d believe you actually like me? Like me enough to marry me and make me your wife?"
"So, are you saying you think our marriage certificate is fake?"
His words left her momentarily stunned.
Mo Chuxi leaned in closer, his strikingly handsome face mere inches from hers.
"Listen closely, Yan Xinxin. I desire you, with no pretense."
"Sure, the world is filled with beautiful women. But for me, you are the only one whose beauty I can truly admire."
"How fascinating. Not only is Young Master Mo skilled in business, but he’s also quite adept at charming women. I wonder, am I the first woman you’ve praised , or merely one of many?"
Yan Xinxin curved her pink lips into a smile, then got up from his body.
Under Mo Chuxi’s watchful gaze, Yan Xinxin slipped off her gown, casually picking up a bathrobe and wrapping it around herself.
She glanced back at him briefly, her eyebrows furrowing suddenly, then turned and left without looking back.
A strong sense of defeat swept over Mo Chuxi’s entire being.
He glanced at the bloodstained bandage and remembered Yan Xinxin’s earlier merciless actions—it compounded the restless unease he felt.
Mo Chuxi replaced the wet towel around his waist with a fresh one before heading to the study. Just as he was about to change his bandage, he saw Yan Xinxin walk in with a medical kit in hand.
Mo Chuxi was slightly surprised as he took in her delicate, frost-cold face. He couldn’t help but curl his thin lips into a grin.
"I almost thought my wife was really that ruthless."
He opened his lips to tease her as he sat down on the recliner.
Yan Xinxin ignored him, walked straight to the recliner, and sat down beside him, methodically preparing the tools to treat the wound.
She said nothing, with her face still icy, as she carefully reached out to remove the blood-soaked bandage. Once undone, she saw the gash on his skin and furrowed her delicate brows slightly.
"Regretting how harsh you were with me earlier? Feeling guilty now?"
Yan Xinxin raised her beautiful eyes to meet Mo Chuxi’s deep gaze.
"You think too much. I was just wondering if I should’ve been even harsher!"
Mo Chuxi frowned deeply, swiftly reaching out to grab Yan Xinxin’s hand holding the cotton swab.
"Yan Xinxin, do you really want to know why I disturbed Chun’s peace?"