"Have dinner with me, come home with me, and I’ll tell you."
He set the condition, his gaze looking particularly enigmatic.
Yan Xinxin stared at his deep and unfathomable eyes, softly biting her lip.
"Alright, I’ll accompany you."
Mo Chuxi curved his lips in satisfaction, gently brushing through her smooth long hair.
He opened his lips softly, his tone carrying a strange mix of affection and coaxing.
Yan Xinxin felt a faint sense of unease; there was something odd about Mo Chuxi’s gaze and smile.
The evening sunlight silently streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting their silhouettes, like a serene and picturesque tableau.
As the sunset faded, stars quietly leaped into the deep blue night sky, embellishing the monochrome galaxy.
As dinner approached its end, a server brought over a pot of pigeon and goji berry soup.
Seeing the soup, Yan Xinxin thought of the meals Lan Xuan had been sending her during this time—they often included this soup.
"Nourish your body well, and we’ll have another baby."
Yan Xinxin paused while drinking the soup, then put down the spoon.
"Dinner is over. Isn’t it time for you, President Mo, to fulfill the promise you made before the meal?"
"Dinner may be over, but you haven’t come home with me yet."
Yan Xinxin felt utterly helpless.
"Mo Chuxi, don’t you think you’re being unreasonably shameless right now?"
"Why do you think I’m being so shameless then?"
"If you’re full, then come home."
He spoke while standing, his tall figure carrying an air of coldness and indifference.
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The July evening breeze brushed warmly past her cheeks.
The moonlight deepened.
Yan Xinxin returned to Mo Manor once again.
The mansion at night was illuminated by countless crystal chandeliers, resembling a stunning castle nestled on the cool sea.
Lin Yuan’ai was lounging on a European-style sofa, leisurely enjoying her dessert. When she saw Mo Chuxi return, she was about to greet him but was surprised to see Yan Xinxin walking beside him.
"Young Madam, you’re back!"
Before Lin Yuan’ai could make a move, Sister Lin hurried forward to greet her with an eager and beaming smile.
Yan Xinxin smiled faintly, still unaccustomed to Sister Lin’s sudden display of enthusiasm.
Lin Yuan’ai set down her bowl and stood, looking at Yan Xinxin. Her voice was uncharacteristically gentle as she began to speak.
"Now that we’re all family, if there’s any dissatisfaction or unhappiness, you can say it outright. You’re a grown woman, why the need to play runaway rebel? Don’t you care about your child?"
"I apologize, Mrs. Mo, for troubling you. But rest assured, I will take care of my own child."
After speaking, Yan Xinxin turned and headed upstairs, with Mo Chuxi following closely behind.
Lin Yuan’ai clutched her chest with an angry expression.
"She’s infuriating! I talked to her so nicely, and she had the audacity to turn around and mock me? If it weren’t for my grandchildren, I wouldn’t bother with her!"
"Madam, calm down. Don’t say such things. If the young master hears this, he’ll end up arguing with you again."
Sister Lin seemed to be trying to console her.
Lin Yuan’ai slumped onto the sofa.
"Now, I truly understand that a woman’s beauty is indeed useful! Look at Chuxi—he’s completely bewitched by that Yan Xinxin, so much so that he’ll lose all sense of direction eventually!"
Yan Xinxin vaguely heard Lin Yuan’ai muttering as she left, but she paid her no mind and headed directly to Yan Chenxi’s room.
Seeing her son who she hadn’t seen for half a month, peacefully asleep with a serene expression, Yan Xinxin smiled warmly. She leaned down and kissed his forehead softly before quietly leaving the room.
As she closed the door and turned around, she saw Mo Chuxi standing before her, like a finely carved statue, his tall figure bearing an air of grandeur.
"Can you tell me about Chun now? Is Chun really..."
"Our precious daughter didn’t die."
Mo Chuxi interrupted, his words spilling forth.
Yan Xinxin’s eyes lit up instantly. She strode forward and grabbed his arm tightly.
"Mo Chuxi, are you serious? You’re not lying to me? Chun is really alive?!"