Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife-Chapter 41 - 040.0: Are You Chenxi’s Dad?

"Yan Xinxin, I don't mind that you've had a child."

"..."

"The food you cook is just like you—very much to my taste."

"What... do you mean?"

"..."

"President Mo, I won't answer these personal questions."

Yan Xinxin made her stance clear, her tone distant.

"Just like I wouldn't gossip and ask who holds a place in your heart."

Mo Chuxi's sharp brows furrowed slightly as he reached out to clasp Yan Xinxin's chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Would you like to know who I've loved?"

"I don't want to know."

Feeling irritated, Yan Xinxin tried to pry Mo Chuxi's hand away.

"Mo Chuxi, you're threatening me again!"

"That depends on whether you actually have something worth threatening."

"You..."

Yan Xinxin puffed up her cheeks in exasperation, clenching her delicate fists, yet she dared not retaliate.

She couldn't provoke him—this was a given.

Mo Chuxi gazed at her with a half-smile and shifted his body, laying down beside Yan Xinxin.

What's happening? Is he planning to sleep here?

Still caught up in confusion, Yan Xinxin found herself pulled into his arms by one of Mo Chuxi's long arms.

The faint scent of orchids mixed with a distinctly masculine aura, pulling her into a state of nervous tension.

She twisted slightly, trying to free herself.

"Don't move."

Mo Chuxi's deep voice curled through the night like a smooth liquor brushing her ear.

"If you don't want another unpleasant experience, behave and sleep."

Another threat.

Yan Xinxin bit her lip and abruptly raised her gaze. "President Mo, I've made up my mind—I'll collaborate with you. But I'd like to ask for a favor first."

Mo Chuxi lowered his eyes to meet hers. "I'll handle your father's issue." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"It's not about that—it's something else."

"Hmm?"

"Would you help me find Chenxi's family?"

Yan Xinxin pleaded.

"I found her near Central Square. She seems to have been separated from her family."

"She really isn't your daughter?"

"Of course not!"

Yan Xinxin emphasized seriously.

Mo Chuxi remained skeptical. "But she looks a lot like you."

"What? How does she resemble me? Big eyes, high nose bridge, and pouty lips? Plenty of girls have these features. If you're saying Chenxi looks like me, I'd say she resembles you just as much!"

"Hmm."

Mo Chuxi chuckled softly in a careless manner.

"Yan Xinxin, does that count as you complimenting yourself?"

"..."

Not wanting to argue further with Mo Chuxi, Yan Xinxin lowered her head slowly and sighed silently.

"How could I have the fortune to have someone as adorable as Chenxi as my daughter."

Her baby had been pronounced dead from heart failure at birth, before she even had the chance to take a single look...

The woman in his arms suddenly grew silent, and Mo Chuxi fell quiet as well, reaching out to turn off the room's lights.

Feeling the subtle fade of brightness, Yan Xinxin's eyes snapped open. In the darkness, the room became a void, and yet the steady rhythm of Mo Chuxi's heartbeat and gentle breathing played clear against her ears...

——

At dawn, Yan Xinxin woke punctually, thanks to her internal clock.

But as soon as she opened her eyes and saw the handsome face inches away, she startled and retreated hastily, only to discover that an arm was holding tightly around her waist.

She froze, blinking until her shock resolved itself into clarity.

How could she forget—last night, she had slept beside Mo Chuxi.

At this thought, her cheeks flushed a faint pink. Then, as her eyes landed on his still-asleep, perfectly sculpted face, her heart began skipping irregular beats.

God really plays favorites, doesn't He? Granting him supreme power and privilege, yet still gifting him this flawless visage.

It's just not fair.

Yan Xinxin mused to herself, carefully climbing out of bed.

"Don't make eggs again. I don't like them."

"..."

What kind of nonsense is this?

"You're awake already?"

Yan Xinxin turned back to see the man slowly opening those deep, alluring eyes.

"President Mo, shouldn't you be out jogging in the morning?"

"I was supposed to."

Mo Chuxi answered, shooting her a meaningful glance.

"But you held onto me too tightly. I couldn't push you away."

"No way!"

Her face reddened as she denied it, although even she felt like it sounded weakly defensive.

After all, when she woke earlier, she'd seen herself clinging to him...

"I'm not wasting breath on you. I'm going to make breakfast!"

Grabbing her clothes, Yan Xinxin dashed out the door, leaving Mo Chuxi staring after her fleeing figure with his lips curved faintly upward.

This morning, he really had overslept.

In the dining room, Yan Xinxin finished her breakfast before pausing to adjust Chenxi's dress at the table. Yan Chenxi stood nearby, waiting with a small backpack.

"Chenxi, do you like this dress? Isn't it beautiful?"

"Mm..."

Chenxi nodded and lifted her bright, round eyes, gazing toward Mo Chuxi, who was drinking milk.

"Daddy gave it to me."

"...Cough, cough!"

At her words, Mo Chuxi nearly spat out his milk.

Yan Xinxin and Yan Chenxi both turned their surprised eyes toward him.

"President Mo, are you Chenxi's father?"

"Yan Xinxin, she's silly. Are you as silly as she is?"

Setting down his glass, Mo Chuxi directed his long gaze at the wide-eyed, innocent little Chenxi.

This tiny troublemaker—what was she thinking, calling him daddy? How could he possibly resemble her father?