Yan Xinxin’s hand, clutching the invitation, froze in mid-air.
She bent slightly forward, staring blankly at the neat and striking words written in the notebook.
This girl had always held an indelible presence in his heart.
Yan Xinxin slowly sat up straight and opened the invitation in her hand.
It truly was their wedding invitation.
But at this moment, she genuinely envied Mu Qianyuan, even though she knew she shouldn’t feel this way.
After all, Mu Qianyuan had passed away at the age of six, and the feelings between Mo Chuxi and her at that time were innocent and pure.
Mo Chuxi’s longing for her only further demonstrated that he was a man who valued emotions and loyalty deeply. Yet, from the perspective of a woman, she couldn’t help but feel envious.
Thinking of that DNA report with Mu Qianshui, Yan Xinxin let out a mocking smile.
She shouldn’t have entertained such ridiculous fantasies.
How could she possibly be someone who had already been declared dead?
Mo Chuxi, who had returned with medicinal wine, noticed the conflicted smile on Yan Xinxin’s face and knitted his brows slightly.
"What’s wrong? Don’t like the custom invitation designed by me, Young Master Mo?"
Yan Xinxin snapped back to reality and lifted her gaze to meet his.
"I like it. For Mo Chuxi to go to such lengths for our wedding, how could I not like it?"
Mo Chuxi looked at her, the corners of his lips twitching slightly.
"You don’t seem particularly happy."
Yan Xinxin pressed her pink lips together.
"After marrying Young Master Mo, I’ll be a wealthy wife, with someone to drive me around and protect me no matter what. Why wouldn’t I be happy with such a win-win situation?"
Her words sounded strange to Mo Chuxi, though he didn’t dwell on it; instead, he opened the medicinal wine.
A strong herbal scent filled the air, and as Yan Xinxin tried to comprehend the situation, Mo Chuxi had already bent down, using his hands to massage her injured area.
Yan Xinxin furrowed her brows and instinctively recoiled her foot.
"Bear with it; this will make it heal faster."
Mo Chuxi coaxed her softly.
"Stay here with me today, and don’t wander off again."
As he spoke, he continued to massage her foot.
His focused demeanor moved Yan Xinxin deeply.
Does he truly like me? Or is he still acting, playing the role of the perfect husband?
This continued for over ten minutes.
Yan Xinxin was watching Mo Chuxi intently when he suddenly looked up.
Their gazes collided, and her heart raced uncontrollably.
"What—what are you looking at? Can’t I look at you?"
Her cheeks flushed as she awkwardly averted her gaze.
Mo Chuxi’s thin lips curled into a faint smile.
"I’m happy that my darling likes looking at me, but I think this gaze lacks depth."
...? Get full chapters from NoveI[F]ire.net
Before Yan Xinxin could react, the next moment her lips were sealed. Mo Chuxi’s breath flooded her senses, and his hand boldly slipped under the hem of her skirt.
Fearing for the little one in her belly, Yan Xinxin hurriedly pressed down on his hand.
"Mo Chuxi, don’t forget that I’m carrying your child here."
She pulled back slightly.
Mo Chuxi shook off her hand and raised his deep-set eyes.
"That’s quite a convenient excuse."
"I’m stating the truth."
"The truth is, you’re really unwilling to let me touch you, aren’t you?"
His sudden, intense gaze left Yan Xinxin stunned.
"From the very beginning, you’ve been coming up with all kinds of reasons and excuses to reject me."
His tone suddenly became sharp.
"Yan Xinxin, who exactly are you saving yourself for?"
Unable to comprehend his unpredictable moods, Yan Xinxin looked at him and let out a dismissive laugh, unconcerned.
"That’s right! Didn’t you already figure it out? I’m saving myself for the man from five years ago!"
Mo Chuxi’s expression darkened.
"If that’s the case, you have even less reason to resist me!"