Yan Xinxin heard Luo Yiyi’s venomous words, and the hand she extended landed heavily on her shoulder.
She had no defense and couldn’t avoid Luo Yiyi’s hand, but Yan Xinxin quickly reached out to steady herself against the wall.
Seeing Luo Yiyi still editing a message on her phone, Yan Xinxin reached out without hesitation.
With the same heavy force, she slapped Luo Yiyi’s phone onto the floor! Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel⸺fire.net
With a "bang," Luo Yiyi’s phone fell on the tiled floor, and the screen immediately went black.
Luo Yiyi was infuriated and humiliated. She quickly crouched down to pick up her phone, only to find it completely unresponsive no matter how hard she pressed.
"Yan Xinxin, how dare you smash my phone!"
"And what about you?"
Yan Xinxin retorted calmly, her beautiful eyes sharply fixed on Luo Yiyi.
"The shove you just gave me—if I had fallen, that would be a life lost. Wouldn’t that be worth more than a phone?"
"Ha! You’re nothing but a cheap tramp, and the child you’re carrying is nothing but trash! Comparing that to my phone? You sure think highly of yourself!"
Luo Yiyi’s vile words crossed the line, and Yan Xinxin strode up to her with eyes like daggers!
"I’ve never underestimated myself, but people like you—self-righteous, full of delusions of grandeur—are destined to be looked down upon!"
Yan Xinxin’s words were sharp, and as she spoke, she reached out and grabbed Luo Yiyi’s phone, deliberately smashing it on the floor right in front of her with a loud "crack."
Luo Yiyi’s phone shattered into pieces.
Her expression mirrored the broken phone—twisted, fractured, utterly stunned.
"Listen carefully! Yes, I’m pregnant! And the baby’s father is Mo Chuxi! If you really have the guts, go post about it! I’d love to see how you end up."
Luo Yiyi’s domineering arrogance seemed to suddenly disappear, like being doused in cold water, leaving her utterly deflated!
"You should feel lucky that all you lost was a phone. If Mo Chuxi were to find out, I think it wouldn’t just be you suffering, but your whole Luo family."
Yan Xinxin’s words were like a wake-up call to Luo Yiyi.
Her face turned pale, her heart raced, and she suddenly felt genuinely fortunate that Yan Xinxin hadn’t fallen earlier.
Moments ago, she had indeed acted out of rage, leading her to do something stupid.
Yan Xinxin’s backing was Mo Chuxi—someone no one in Ancheng dared challenge.
The entire morning passed, yet Yan Xinxin still hadn’t found an evening gown she liked.
After some thought, she decided the beautiful dress she’d worn to Xiao Yiran’s banquet was still suitable.
It would be such a waste to leave such a stunning dress unworn after just one use.
Mo Chuxi sat at his desk, his sharp eyebrows furrowed deeply.
Thinking about Yan Xinxin’s confession, and about little Chenxi and Xi, the twin boy and girl, he was already mulling over how to be honest with Yan Xinxin without setting her off.
But no matter what, he could guess that she wouldn’t accept it anytime soon.
Ah Ding knocked and entered, handing over a complete set of documents.
"Young Master Mo, Lady Yan’s personal records—all I could find from her past—I’ve compiled them here."
Mo Chuxi reached out to flip through the folder.
The first page greeted him with Yan Xinxin’s gentle and serene passport-sized photo.
His fingers grazed across her image, and his heartbeat slightly quickened.
"Interestingly, I couldn’t find anything about where Lady Yan was born or details from before she turned six. No one seems to know."
Ah Ding sounded puzzled, but he quickly shifted attention to more important matters.
"Young Master Mo, it turns out Lady Yan suffered from postpartum depression back then."
Mo Chuxi’s fingers abruptly tightened as he flipped the page, his sharp phoenix-like eyes suddenly snapping up.
"What did you say? Yan Xinxin had postpartum depression?"