Yan Zhirou sneered at Yan Xinxin arrogantly, using vulgar words.
"Yan Zhirou, stop mistaking my patience for your shameless arrogance. You should know when to stop."
Yan Xinxin didn't want to waste any more words on her. She grabbed little Chenxi's hand and decisively turned away.
Yan Zhirou rolled her eyes disdainfully, but her expression suddenly changed drastically.
That little kid just now, that face... isn't she the little girl who called Mo Shao "dad" that day!
This is Mo Shao's daughter!
But this doesn't make sense. If Mo Shao despises Yan Xinxin so much, why would he let her take care of his daughter?
Yan Zhirou couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she tried, and she felt as if she was about to explode from frustration.
Yet, when she recalled the scene from a while ago, when Mo Chuxi drove to her building and stared up at her place, a smug smile returned to her face.
She was sure that her dream man must have feelings for her!
So, she should have the advantage over Yan Xinxin!
Yan Xinxin finished lunch with little Chenxi at a nearby restaurant. She checked the time—it was about time she went to work at the dessert shop.
The afternoon sun shone brightly. Yan Xinxin glanced up at the towering, majestic building not far away and lowered her head with a pang in her heart.
Yan Xinxin bent down and smiled at the little girl.
"Chenxi, I have to go to work now. Do you want to come with me to the dessert shop where we met for the first time?"
Little Chenxi nodded sweetly, smiling at Yan Xinxin.
"Such a good girl. Let's go then!"
"Xinxin-jiejie, what about my daddy?"
Yan Xinxin's steps halted.
The "daddy" that little Chenxi was referring to must be Mo Chuxi, right?
"Uh... your daddy is busy with work right now. Maybe we'll have to wait until tonight to see him."
Yan Xinxin made up an excuse. The complexities between adults weren't something this little one could understand.
"By the way, Chenxi, why did you call that handsome uncle 'daddy'?"
Yan Xinxin was honestly curious about this herself.
Little Chenxi looked at Yan Xinxin with large, clear eyes full of innocence and purity. After a moment, the little one finally spoke in her childish voice.
"That pretty sister said I'm Daddy's daughter. A daughter belongs to her daddy. Daddy is so handsome."
Little Chenxi's halting explanation left Yan Xinxin even more puzzled. She couldn't figure out who this "pretty sister" Chenxi was referring to.
On an early summer afternoon, Mo Chuxi's tall and distinguished figure sat elegantly at his desk, yet his sharp brows were furrowed tightly.
That woman, Yan Xinxin, had already agreed to their arrangement, but she still dared to boldly get involved with another man—spending the night together?
Mo Chuxi pressed his peach-colored lips tightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Perhaps it was time to let this little woman understand exactly who she was provoking.
On Friday afternoon, with many college students finishing class and heading out, the dessert shop where Yan Xinxin worked part-time was bustling with business.
Though Yan Xinxin was busy working, she always kept an eye on little Chenxi, who was seated within her line of sight.
The little one was obedient and quiet, not causing her any trouble.
Close to the end of her shift, Yan Xinxin planned to change clothes and take little Chenxi home. But suddenly, two uniformed police officers entered the shop, accompanied by a middle-aged man in a black suit.
"Officers, our little Miss Xixi is really here!"
The middle-aged man pointed excitedly toward little Chenxi, who was sitting by the window, calling out loudly.
This is... little Chenxi's family?
Yan Xinxin was puzzled and was just about to walk over when the two police officers stepped in to stop her.
"Are you Yan Xinxin?"
Yan Xinxin froze momentarily and then nodded.
"Yan Xinxin, you are suspected of child trafficking. Come with us to the station immediately!"