"Mama is giving Xixi a gift?"
Little Chenxi blinked her bright, clear, grape-like eyes, looking curiously at Yan Xinxin.
Yan Xinxin nodded with a gentle smile.
Without hesitation, she reached out and took off the Angel’s Tears necklace from her neck.
"So pretty! It’s a little angel!"
Little Chenxi gazed at the pendant and praised it.
"As long as Xixi likes it."
Yan Xinxin felt an inexplicable sense of comfort and joy.
"Mama will put it on for you."
As she spoke, she carefully placed the necklace around Little Chenxi’s fair and delicate neck.
The Angel’s Tears settled obediently against Little Chenxi’s pale, tender skin, as if it belonged there.
Yan Xinxin felt a rare, indescribable ease and happiness.
Indeed, if Chun were still in this world, she would likely be the same age as Xixi now.
Little Chenxi expressed her gratitude, pursing her blushing, soft lips and giving Yan Xinxin a kiss on the cheek.
Yan Xinxin gently stroked her little head and tugged on her small pigtails.
"Did Daddy tie these pigtails for you?"
"Mm-hmm, Daddy is amazing!"
"Did you say thank you to Daddy?"
Little Chenxi nodded earnestly.
"Auntie told me to be a polite Little Cutie!"
It must be Ning Zitong.
It wasn’t hard to see how much Ning Zitong truly cared for and loved Little Chenxi.
"Mama, we’re going to the amusement park today. Can you take Xixi to see Auntie tomorrow then?"
Yan Xinxin agreed with a smile, gently patting her little head.
"Mama is going to wash her face and brush her teeth now. Xixi, go wait outside for Mama. I’ll be quick."
The little one obediently nodded, turned around, and trotted off with tiny steps.
Yan Xinxin remained standing there, lost in thought for a moment, before heading toward the bathroom.
Mo Chuxi stood in the living room, watching the replay of last night’s jewelry exhibition on the TV screen.
Yan Xinxin’s elegant figure and gentle face stole every scene.
The footage of Yan Zhirou trying to cause trouble had been edited out, leaving only the beautiful moments.
He held her hand as they announced their wedding date, kissed her lips, and promised their future—a picture of sweetness and happiness.
"So pretty! Little Xinxin is biased—I didn’t get a gift."
Behind him came Yan Chenxi’s childish voice, full of grievance.
Mo Chuxi turned off the TV and turned around, immediately noticing the Angel’s Tears on Little Chenxi’s neck.
He paused in mild surprise and walked over slowly.
He called out, squatting down in front of the little one.
"Did Mama put this on you?"
Little Chenxi nodded eagerly.
"Mama said she wanted to give Xixi a gift—this little angel. It’s so pretty."
Yan Xinxin gave the Angel’s Tears to Little Chenxi?
Mo Chuxi furrowed his brows thoughtfully, then lifted his gaze to his little darling, his eyes filled with tenderness.
"Did Mama say anything else to you?"
"Uh... Mama said... said, Chun?"
Mo Chuxi’s striking pupils suddenly contracted.
"Yes, Mama just said... Chun."
Little Chenxi confidently repeated her words.
Mo Chuxi’s expression froze, his heartbeat growing irregular.
"Young Master Mo, what are you thinking about?"
Yan Xinxin’s playful voice floated from above, pulling Mo Chuxi back to his senses.
"Little Xinxin, I want a gift too!"
Yan Chenxi immediately ran over and hugged Yan Xinxin’s slender leg.
Yan Xinxin glanced at the little one and then shifted her gaze to Mo Chuxi, whose expression was strange.
"Little Xinxin’s legs aren’t thick enough—go hug your Daddy Chuxi’s legs."
"He’s your dad—he’ll agree to whatever you ask for."
Hearing this, Mo Chuxi’s heartbeat skipped slightly.
Looking at Yan Xinxin’s smiling face, his eyes darkened.
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Yan Xinxin’s behavior seemed a bit unusual—could she be... suspicious of him?