Yan Xinxin heard Mo Chuxi's words and instinctively sensed that this man might be about to do something to her. But at that very moment, both she and Mo Chuxi heard a tender voice pierce through the air of silence.
Yan Xinxin finally snapped out of her daze, realizing that her son might be watching her and Mo Chuxi.
Her porcelain-white cheeks immediately flushed red as she reached out to push against Mo Chuxi's chest.
"Brother Xi, why are you lying on top of Xinxin? Were you just trying to kiss my Xinxin?"
Yan Chenxi's small figure appeared at some unknown point and was now standing beside the two of them.
Well, great. Yan Xinxin felt her face burn hotter; she quickly turned her head away, avoiding her son's gaze.
"A child your age shouldn't say things that don't suit your age."
Mo Chuxi replied naturally and composedly.
"Mo Chuxi, get up..."
Yan Xinxin reminded him softly.
Mo Chuxi lowered his eyes to glance at Yan Xinxin's flushed face. Finally, he stood up and extended his hand to her.
Yan Xinxin stared at Mo Chuxi's hand, momentarily stunned, hesitating for several seconds before slowly placing her own hand in his palm.
His broad hand clasped hers, and Yan Xinxin felt a peculiar warmth surge into her heart.
This man, Mo Chuxi... She was starting to find him harder and harder to understand.
No, come to think of it, she had never truly understood him at all.
After making sure her son was sound asleep, Yan Xinxin tiptoed out of the room and returned to hers.
Looking at the textbooks and homework on her desk, Yan Xinxin couldn't help letting out a sigh.
Classes were resuming tomorrow, yet she still had piles of unfinished homework. Ever since that night when Yan Zhirou ruthlessly sold her out, disregarding their familial bonds, her life had been completely upended.
Yan Xinxin's mind suddenly conjured the image of that adorable, slightly silly little face.
Although she had only spent a few brief days with little Chenxi, her heart—warm and human—missed that little girl deeply.
Thinking of how Chenxi had been adopted by Mu Qianshui's family, Yan Xinxin couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow deep in her heart.
"Don't think about it, don't think about it. Focus on the homework!"
Yan Xinxin muttered to herself, trying to suppress thoughts of little Chenxi and to ignore that campus rumor about her being kept by some old man.
Mo Chuxi held his phone, listening to Ah Ding's report.
"Mo Shao, found it. You can just check Ancheng University's campus forum yourself to see what's going on."
Ah Ding said, his tone suddenly tinged with curiosity.
"But Mo Shao, are you really keeping that Yan Xinxin..."
Before the last word could leave his mouth, Mo Chuxi promptly hung up the call.
He immediately opened Ancheng University's campus forum. His deep gaze quickly locked onto the post with the most comments and popularity.
With deft fingers, he clicked on it. His eyes quickly absorbed the contents of the thread: one spiteful comment after another, along with a blurry photo of his car where even the license plate was indistinct.
Mo Chuxi's handsome face turned increasingly grim as his thin lips pressed into a sharp, cold line.
No wonder. No wonder Yan Xinxin had asked him so many strange questions last night—someone was clearly stirring up trouble.
Even more laughable was the fact that he, previously the undisputed top ranked heartthrob across citywide campuses, had now become a figure described by these people as a fat-bellied, balding old man.
Mo Chuxi picked up his phone and called Ah Ding once more.
Receiving the call, Ah Ding immediately couldn't resist speaking up.
"Mo Shao, are you about to tell me that you really are keeping—"
Mo Chuxi interrupted icily.
"Right now, go do something for me."