Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife-Chapter 42 - 0: Must Marry Her as My Wife

Seeing Mo Chuxi's displeasure, Yan Xinxin shrugged and smiled gently at Little Cutie Chenxi.

"Little Cutie, go to the living room with Brother Chuxi!"

"Okay."

Little Chenxi obediently nodded and took her tiny steps toward Yan Chenxi.

Yan Xinxin cleared the tableware and stood at the sink washing the dishes.

"President Mo, actually, Chenxi really looks quite a lot like you. Could it be that you were with another woman before, and she ended up having your child without you knowing?"

Mo Chuxi's expression darkened.

He really didn't want to explain. He certainly didn't want Yan Xinxin to know that night was his first time being intimately close with a woman.

Seeing Mo Chuxi ignoring her, Yan Xinxin didn't say any more.

She tidied up the dining room and kitchen, picked up her textbook, and headed to the living room.

Mo Chuxi was already clad in a tailored suit, exuding the charm of a refined gentleman.

"President Mo, I have two classes this morning. Once they're over, I'll come to your place to pick up Little Chenxi, so please look after her for another three hours."

Mo Chuxi's brows furrowed slightly. "Yan Xinxin..."

"Daddy..."

"..."

The words Mo Chuxi wanted to say were abruptly cut off by Little Chenxi.

Her tiny hands tugged at his expensive Versace trousers, her expressive eyes filled with longing as she looked at him.

"Chenxi seems to like you a lot."

Yan Xinxin noticed this dynamic.

Mo Chuxi maintained his poker face but couldn't stop Little Chenxi from clutching at his pants.

——

Due to timing, Yan Xinxin got to take her son along for a ride in Mo Chuxi's car today. But as soon as the car exited the apartment's gate, Yan Xinxin suddenly realized a serious problem.

She had left the textbook she reviewed last night in her room!

"President Mo..."

"Yan Xinxin, you have five minutes to return."

Mo Chuxi shot Yan Xinxin an expression that left her to decipher on her own.

"The door code is 1212."

1212? That number...

Yan Xinxin paused slightly before getting out of the car, chose not to overthink it, and hurriedly ran back toward the apartment building.

The elevator ascended straight to the top floor. As Yan Xinxin stepped out, she turned a corner and immediately spotted a woman wearing sunglasses standing at the apartment door.

And this woman's appearance seemed to resemble...

"Lady Mu?"

Yan Xinxin tentatively called out.

Mu Qianshui had just been about to press the doorbell but withdrew her hand, turning her head to see Yan Xinxin.

"Are you here looking for President Mo?"

Yan Xinxin walked to the door and entered the code to unlock it.

Mu Qianshui watched Yan Xinxin thoughtfully for a few seconds before speaking.

"If I'm not mistaken, your name is Yan Xinxin, right?"

"Yes."

Yan Xinxin nodded and made her way toward her room.

"Excuse me, could you wait a moment? I'm just grabbing something from inside."

"Alright."

Mu Qianshui took off her sunglasses and, after seeing Yan Xinxin enter a room, began to glance around the apartment with a discerning gaze.

Yan Xinxin quickly retrieved her book and returned to find Mu Qianshui standing sorrowfully on the balcony.

"Lady Mu? Are you okay?"

"Apologies, I was just feeling a little emotional."

"Eh?"

Yan Xinxin didn't quite understand but could sense that Mu Qianshui wasn't herself.

"I'm genuinely glad that Chuxi has finally moved past his emotional hurdle. You can't imagine—over the years, he's been holding onto the promise he made to my sister, refusing to accept any other woman."

Mu Qianshui smiled, her face reminiscent of cherished memories.

"My sister Mu Qianyuan, Chuxi, and I grew up together as childhood friends. My sister was betrothed to Chuxi from birth. She was stunningly beautiful and incredibly well-behaved. Being three years older than her, Chuxi adored her deeply, so much so that, as a child, he stubbornly forbade other boys from getting close to her. He told my sister that when they grew up, he would marry her and make her his bride."

Mu Qianshui's recollection flowed, every word landing heavily in Yan Xinxin's ears and stirring an inexplicable sense of turmoil.

"But unfortunately, my sister passed away. When she was six, she was swept by a raging current over a cliff, and her body was never found."