Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife-Chapter 63 - 0: The Faint Glimpse of Bliss

Young Master Mo's cold voice, tinged with questioning, suddenly sounded behind her. Yan Xinxin whirled around abruptly and saw the man returning from his morning exercise.

Dressed entirely in black, he exuded an aura of restraint and detached elegance.

Yan Xinxin felt inexplicably guilty and quickly withdrew her hand and stood up.

Looking at his now-empty palm, Sheng Yehan was silent for a moment before standing as well.

"Morning."

He greeted Mo Chuxi.

"You two talk, I'll just... huh?"

Yan Xinxin intended to leave, but as soon as she turned around, her small hand was caught by Mo Chuxi.

"What happened?"

He asked as he stared at her injured finger, his tone consistently indifferent.

"It's nothing, just a cut from glass."

Yan Xinxin replied and tried to pull her hand back, but Mo Chuxi showed no intention of letting go.

He furrowed his brows and then directly dragged her towards the bedroom.

"Hey, Mo Chuxi..."

Yan Xinxin muttered in confusion and frustration.

"Do as you please."

Mo Chuxi ignored Yan Xinxin, but turned his head and addressed Sheng Yehan with these three words.

"Little Xinxin."

Seeing this unfold, Yan Chenxi swiftly rushed out from the dining room toward Yan Xinxin, darting after them into the room.

"Go wash your hand."

"..."

Yan Xinxin glanced at Mo Chuxi, wanting to speak but hesitating. Ultimately, she obediently went to wash her hand first.

"Brother Xi, why are you holding my Little Xinxin?"

"Your Little Xinxin?"

Mo Chuxi retrieved a small medical box from a drawer and took out a band-aid, handing it to Yan Chenxi.

"Give this to your Little Xinxin."

After speaking, he ruffled Yan Chenxi's short, fluffy hair and then walked toward the living room.

"You looking for me for something?"

Mo Chuxi got straight to the point.

Sheng Yehan curled the corner of his lips slightly.

"Quite a surprise. The legendary virgin Young Master Mo—who would have thought you'd already have a child."

Mo Chuxi furrowed his brow slightly. "...What are you talking about?"

"Yan Xinxin."

Sheng Yehan called out Yan Xinxin's name matter-of-factly.

"Isn't she your woman? And the boy, is he your son with her?"

At Sheng Yehan's speculative words, Mo Chuxi let out a low laugh and turned to sit on the couch.

"Do you think I would casually let a woman bear my child?"

"No?"

"Of course not."

"Then what about Yan Xinxin? She's not your woman either?"

"Hmm?"

Mo Chuxi lifted his gaze to Sheng Yehan, a low, resonant sound slipping from his throat.

"Hmm."

He softly confirmed with that single syllable.

Sheng Yehan smiled faintly.

"Your taste in women hasn't changed after all these years."

At his words, Mo Chuxi's expression shifted subtly, his tone cooling as he deliberately changed the subject.

"Why did you come looking for me?"

"I wanted to ask Young Master Mo for help persuading that actress Mu to attend the Sheng Group's jewelry exhibition gala."

After washing her hands, Yan Xinxin had her son help her apply the band-aid before she walked toward the dining area, faintly overhearing the conversation between the two men.

Jewelry exhibition gala?

Her major was jewelry design. Her deepest aspiration was to attend a formal jewelry exhibition, but right now that seemed impossible. Those events were exclusive to people with wealth and status.

Yan Xinxin picked up the trash bin and walked to the coffee table, crouching down to collect the broken glass pieces.

Mo Chuxi and Sheng Yehan simultaneously looked at Yan Xinxin, who was squatting beside them cleaning up the shards. The sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows softly illuminated her pink-white cheeks, her delicate features as refined as a painting.

Mo Chuxi absentmindedly listened to Sheng Yehan's words, his gaze lingering on Yan Xinxin's face. His expression subtly changed as he continued to look.

From this angle, he could faintly see the enticing curves of her chest. Yan Xinxin's skin was naturally smooth and fair, and under the light, it seemed to glow with a thin layer of misty sheen. A few strands of black hair cascaded down her shoulder, radiating an unnameable allure.

Mo Chuxi's Adam's apple shifted slightly as he immediately averted his gaze. Noticing Sheng Yehan standing nearby, he suddenly stood up.

"Yan Xinxin, stand up immediately."

"Huh?"