Yan Xinxin blurted out four words without hesitation.
She didn’t even think about it; she couldn’t control herself from questioning for an answer.
Mo Chuxi turned around and saw Yan Xinxin standing behind him. His handsome face quickly broke into a smile as warm as spring.
"Have you seen the gift?"
He asked, his cold demeanor instantly softening.
Yan Xinxin nodded knowingly, but she looked up at Mu Qianshui, whose face had turned ashen.
"Is it true? Back then, you stood by and watched your sister fall into the water and off the cliff without doing anything?"
"Yan Xinxin, what nonsense are you talking about!"
Lin Yuan’ai immediately stood up to speak for Mu Qianshui.
"I am still the mistress of this house, Lin Yuan’ai. Qianshui is my guest. Don’t overestimate your position."
"Mom, that’s not fair. Saozi is your future daughter-in-law!"
"Daughter-in-law? I don’t acknowledge her. The only daughter-in-law I recognize for the Mo family is Qianshui..."
"Then does Madam Mo still want to acknowledge me as your son? Do you want to acknowledge Xi as your grandson, and the granddaughter in Xinxin’s belly? If not, I’ll take my wife and son away right now. Otherwise, you can have this white-lotus-level actress pack her things and leave."
Mu Qianshui was utterly rendered speechless.
Mo Chuxi’s coldness and indifference were something she couldn’t imagine.
Lin Yuan’ai’s expression also changed slightly, but she was completely at a loss for what to do.
"Qianshui, perhaps you should go for now. Aunt Lin can invite you out for tea another day."
She forced an awkward smile and subtly issued a dismissal.
Mu Qianshui had long been unable to stay any longer. She was accustomed to the adoration of her fans’ gazes, but now, even the maids and servants she despised the most were looking at her strangely.
"Aunt Lin, I don’t want to make things difficult for you. I’ll leave first."
Mu Qianshui spoke considerately and quickly picked up her handbag, turning her gaze toward Mo Chuxi.
"Chuxi, I’m leaving. I wish you and Lady Yan happiness!"
After speaking, she turned and ran off, heartbreak evident in her expression.
Mo Chuxi’s gaze remained icy and dismissive; he didn’t even spare her a glance.
"Chuxi, your attitude toward Qianshui is way too harsh. You grew up together like childhood sweethearts. She likes you so much, couldn’t you at least..."
Mo Chuxi coldly interrupted Lin Yuan’ai, reaching out to hold Yan Xinxin’s hand.
"Madam Mo, please take a good look. The woman in front of you is my wife—your daughter-in-law."
Seeing Lin Yuan’ai’s obvious disdain and dissatisfaction, Yan Xinxin clung even tighter to Mo Chuxi’s arm, cuddling against him like a little bird relying on its perch. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs noⅴelfire.net
"Mom, I hope we can get along well in the future. I promise to try my best to be a good wife to Chuxi."
"...What did you call me?"
Lin Yuan’ai was utterly shocked.
Yan Xinxin flashed a delicate smile, her dimples showing faintly.
"I’ve already registered my marriage with Chuxi. His mom is naturally my mom too. Am I wrong, Mom?"
"..." Lin Yuan’ai was choking with rage!
"Husband, I didn’t say anything wrong, did I?"
Yan Xinxin raised her innocent, wide eyes to look at Mo Chuxi.
He lowered his gaze to her and slightly curved his lips.
"You said it perfectly."
Lin Yuan’ai was rendered speechless by frustration.
Yan Xinxin, however, smiled even brighter.
You’re upset? Well, that makes me happy!
Serves you right for looking down on me!
Leaving the hall, Yan Xinxin affectionately linked her arm with Mo Chuxi’s as they walked toward the garden, looking like a couple deeply in love.
"Mo Chuxi, was what you said earlier about Mu Qianshui standing by and watching her sister Mu Qianyuan fall into the water and off the cliff true?"