A sound of something falling echoed from the bathroom, and Mo Chuxi didn’t hesitate, striding quickly towards it.
He reached out and slid open the glass door of the bathroom. As soon as he stepped in, he saw Yan Xinxin sitting lifelessly on the floor, like a puppet with its strings cut.
Her entire being leaned dazedly against the sink, her face pale, her gaze unfocused, and even her usually star-like sparkling eyes had lost their brilliance.
His chest sank as he strode over to her, crouching down.
"Yan Xinxin, what are you doing?"
He asked urgently, worry evident in his deep, penetrating eyes.
"What happened? Why did you go back there again? Hmm?"
Listening to Mo Chuxi’s bewildered questions, Yan Xinxin furrowed her brows tightly.
Her mind couldn’t stop replaying every word Ye Lirong had said back then.
She wasn’t her biological mother...
Her birth mother had abandoned her, and both her parents were addicts...
"Yan Xinxin, speak to me!"
Yan Xinxin parted her tender lips, her tone weak.
"Go out, let me be alone..."
She lowered her head heavily, burying her delicate face between her knees.
The exhaustion and frailty in her appearance made Mo Chuxi furrow his brows even deeper.
He had never felt this way before—Yan Xinxin’s joy and sorrow now completely dictated his emotions.
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As long as Yan Xinxin stayed silent in the bathroom, Mo Chuxi waited outside the door.
Deep into the night, he quietly entered and gently carried the sleeping Yan Xinxin, placing her securely onto their marital bed.
Half a month into their marriage, Mo Chuxi never imagined holding his delicate wife under such circumstances for the first time.
He touched her forehead—she was still feverishly hot, her complexion equally poor.
Recalling her murmured words while standing in the rain, Mo Chuxi’s eyes darkened slightly as an idea began to take shape in his mind.
Mo Chuxi, who never dreamed, had a dream that night.
He dreamt of his younger self with Mu Qianyuan. He stood under the weeping cherry blossoms, watching Mu Qianyuan’s small figure joyfully running back and forth in front of him, her young face bursting with radiant smiles.
But as she ran, she began to grow older. Very soon, she turned into a vibrant teenage girl, and when she turned her smiling face towards him—it was identical to Yan Xinxin’s present-day face!
He opened his alluring eyes.
A ray of bright morning light greeted his vision.
Mo Chuxi woke up fully, only to be astonished by the fact that he was holding a pillow!
Last night, he had clearly fallen asleep holding Yan Xinxin. How did his wife turn into a pillow?
He sat up abruptly, tossing the pillow aside.
Quickly straightening his sleeping robe, he pushed open the door and walked out of the room.
"Good morning, Young Master."
Little Zi, who was standing by the door, greeted him with a gentle smile.
"Where’s the Young Madam?"
"The Young Madam took Xi and Chun to the kindergarten. She said she’d head straight to work afterward."
Little Zi answered respectfully, smiling as she spoke.
Mo Chuxi nodded indifferently, turning away while furrowing his sharp brows in wonder.
He picked up his phone, glanced at the time, then opened the location tracking system.
Yan Xinxin’s current location was indeed at Di Jue.
Mo Chuxi, dressed in an austere black shirt, his tall and impeccably slender figure exuding authority, walked into the group’s main entrance, drawing both admiration and a sense of awe from the surrounding women.
He headed directly to the 16th floor, the jewelry design department. Just as he was about to enter the department, someone’s figure suddenly darted out from inside, colliding straight into his chest.
A refreshing fragrance wafted into his nose, causing his heartbeat to quicken. Lowering his gaze, he saw Yan Xinxin’s pure and delicate face, painted in gentle pink and white hues.
Mo Chuxi’s expression remained cold, his handsome features unwavering. He extended a hand and firmly grabbed Yan Xinxin’s wrist.