Yan Xinxin paused slightly in her motion to wipe.
Looking at the soft, adorable Little Cutie in front of her, she smiled gently, then turned her head, her expression fading from her small face.
"Young Master Mo, if you want to say it, just say it. If you don’t want to, don’t. There’s no need to keep me in suspense."
Seeing that Yan Xinxin didn’t even look at him, Mo Chuxi, his chest tight, diverted his gaze indifferently.
"If that’s the case, then I’ll wait until Mrs. Mo wants to know before I speak."
Mo Chuxi spoke, seemingly casually.
Yan Xinxin paid him no heed and turned to smile again at Little Chenxi.
Yan Chenxi, the little one, held his milk cup, tilting his captivating eyes as he silently observed.
Something feels off, very off.
But where is the suspicion, exactly? What’s wrong?
Just as the little guy was mulling it over, his train of thought was interrupted by the sudden vibration of a phone.
Mo Chuxi glanced at the caller ID, then turned his eyes to Yan Xinxin, who continued to ignore him, before furrowing his brows and answering the call.
He frowned slightly, then stood up and walked away.
Yan Xinxin glanced faintly at Mo Chuxi’s retreating figure before turning back to focus on the two little ones again.
Breakfast wasn’t even finished when Yan Xinxin heard the sound of a car departing outside.
Not long after, the maid Little Zi came in.
"Mistress, the Young Master has gone out on some business. He asked me to inform you."
Yan Xinxin smiled and nodded at the news.
"Mama, Mama, Daddy went out. Does this mean he doesn’t want to play with Xixi anymore? Can Mama stay and play with Xixi and Xi Brother instead?"
Little Chenxi gazed at her with hopeful eyes.
Yan Xinxin looked at her apologetically, smiled gently, and touched her little head.
"I’m sorry, Xixi. Mama also has things to do today. After Mama’s done, I’ll play with you both, okay?"
Little Chenxi fell into thought.
Yan Chenxi jumped off the chair with a "thud," rushing over and tugging at Yan Xinxin’s dress. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novｅlfire.net
"Xinxin, where are you going? You promised you’d take me with you wherever you go!"
He tipped back his little head, his large, light-brown eyes startlingly similar to Mo Chuxi’s, staring unwaveringly at her.
"Xi, Xinxin won’t leave you behind again. Trust Xinxin, hmm?"
She reassured him patiently.
"Little Zi, I’ll trouble you to take care of Xi and Xixi for now. I need to step out for a bit, but I’ll be back soon."
"Alright, Mistress. But the Young Master said Miss Xixi isn’t called ’Xixi’ anymore. She’s now named..."
"No, no, no! Sister Zi, you can’t say it!"
Little Chenxi interrupted hurriedly, raising her serious eyes.
"Daddy said he’ll tell Mama himself. Nobody else can say anything!"
Hearing Little Chenxi’s innocent and serious reminder, Little Zi nodded promptly and smiled genuinely.
"Alright then, Sister Zi won’t say a word."
Yan Xinxin frowned slightly.
It seemed that everyone in this household already knew about Little Chenxi’s name change, except her, and no one was willing to inform her.
Yan Xinxin didn’t dwell on it. What concerned her most right now was whether her precious Chun was still alive.
Additionally, in a few days, she’d have to head to BL to prepare for the jewelry design competition. But before that, she had one thing to take care of first.
The Mu family mansion.
The butler hurried into the living room, his face troubled as he pointed toward the direction of the door.
"Sir, Madam, that Lady Yan is here again."
Ning Zitong’s tea-drinking motion halted.
"Lady Yan? You mean Yan Xinxin?"
"It’s her, without a doubt!"
"Should I drive her away?"
"Why drive her away?"
Mu Jingheng’s tone carried slight dissatisfaction.
"Invite her in immediately."
The butler nodded and quickly turned to carry out the instruction.
Ning Zitong set down the delicate porcelain cup, frowning.
"Since everything’s already been investigated, why bother seeing her again? I don’t want to see that person anymore. If you want to meet her, then do it yourself!"