Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife-Chapter 71 - 0: What... is our relationship?

What?

Lan Xuan's words made Yan Xinxin tense up.

After hanging up the call, she immediately opened Ancheng University's campus website. When she saw the post pinned at the top, her heart seemed to stop for a second!

The secret of the pure campus belle.

Seven simple and direct words as the title.

Yan Xinxin froze, her face turning pale, even her fingers trembling slightly.

Ancheng University's pure campus belle was undoubtedly her, and the biggest secret of Yan Xinxin's life up to now was that five years ago, she was claimed by a stranger and gave birth to a child.

"Xinxin, what's wrong?"

Seeing Yan Xinxin's pale complexion, Yan Chenxi looked at her with concern.

"Nothing."

Yan Xinxin quickly collected herself and smiled at her son, then took a deep breath and clicked into the post.

However, after clicking in, she found that the post did not expose her pregnancy and childbirth but implied that Yan Xinxin was being "kept" by someone!

It even said she was being kept by a potbellied, balding older man!

The comments below were filled with all kinds of nasty remarks.

"Xinxin, Xinxin..."

Yan Chenxi called her several times before Yan Xinxin snapped out of it.

"Xi, let's go back to the apartment."

Yan Xinxin closed her phone and spoke weakly.

Yan Chenxi nodded, "Wherever Xinxin goes, I go."

Hearing her son's heartwarming words, Yan Xinxin's eyes grew slightly warm.

She truly felt... like such a failure of a mother.

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Back at the apartment, Yan Xinxin asked her son to go to his room to read and do his homework, while she began doing housework—though her mind had wandered.

She couldn't help but click open the post again to take another look. More people were commenting, most of them condemning her, though a smaller fraction expressed disbelief.

Yan Xinxin's thoughts were in turmoil, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else.

The entire afternoon, she sat amidst the hydrangea blossoms on the rooftop, staring absentmindedly at the clear blue sky...

Mo Chuxi returned close to six o'clock, and as soon as he stepped in, he was greeted by the tempting aroma of food.

He changed into indoor slippers, his elegant figure gracefully advancing inward.

Yan Xinxin, wearing an apron, was busy in the kitchen, her black hair casually tied with a hairband, strands falling beside her ears, adding a hint of effortless charm.

"Brother Xi, you're back."

Mo Chuxi's admiring gaze was interrupted by Yan Chenxi calling out suddenly.

He lowered his gaze to glance at the little guy, nodding coolly.

Hearing the commotion, Yan Xinxin glanced at him before turning her head back to her work.

Her indifference made Mo Chuxi feel irritated; his long, narrowed eyes flashed with displeasure before he turned away even colder.

This woman—shouldn't she at least say "thank you"?

Mo Chuxi, feeling displeased, took a shower to wash off his mood and, after changing into fresh clothes, came out just in time for dinner.

Surprisingly, tonight's dishes were both plentiful and delicious. However, Yan Xinxin remained silent throughout the meal, not uttering a single word, her demeanor piquing Mo Chuxi's curiosity.

The night settled in. Mo Chuxi had just sat down to look over some documents when Yan Xinxin suddenly appeared.

"President Mo, I'd like to discuss something with you."

President Mo?

The mention of this title made Mo Chuxi's sharp brows furrow slightly.

Wasn't this woman fearless enough to call him by his full name before? Why such sudden politeness now?

"Come here," he teased, motioning with his lips.

Yan Xinxin nodded and walked up to his desk.

Mo Chuxi skimmed through his documents, his gaze subtly trailing across Yan Xinxin's serene, delicate face.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I... I want to ask you a question."

Yan Xinxin furrowed her brows deeply, her gaze serious as she looked at him, her clenched fingers betraying her unease.

Mo Chuxi looked up at her.

"Hmm?"

"President Mo, are we in a 'kept' relationship?"

Her question evidently caused Mo Chuxi to pause slightly in surprise.

Raising his deep gaze, he looked at the woman before him, the warm lighting accentuating her palm-sized face, her features delicate and picturesque.

Mo Chuxi could feel his heartbeat lose rhythm for a few moments, but his handsome expression remained calm and indifferent.

"Why do you ask?"

Mo Chuxi naturally sensed something was unusual. Although she said nothing, her lightly creased brows already painted a picture of her troubled thoughts.

Yan Xinxin lifted her clear eyes and smiled faintly, shaking her head lightly.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly wanted to clarify what exactly my relationship with President Mo is."

"What do you think our relationship is?"

He countered, his deep, magnetic voice resonating compellingly in the dark night.

Yan Xinxin froze, caught off guard by his question.

Mo Chuxi stood, his tall and elegant frame stepping toward Yan Xinxin.

"Yan Xinxin."

He called her name, and Yan Xinxin instinctively tilted her head upwards to look at him, responding in slight confusion.

"Eh..."

Mo Chuxi gazed at her, his deep eyes unreadable.

"Have I ever given you money?"

He asked.

Yan Xinxin furrowed her brows and shook her head.

"No."

"Have I ever bought you designer handbags?"

"No."

"Then what about luxury jewelry or clothes?"

"... None of those either."

Yan Xinxin blinked with bright eyes, shaking her head repeatedly in confusion.

What did he mean?

"If you haven't received anything, then what kind of 'kept' relationship would that be?"

Mo Chuxi coolly asked.

Yan Xinxin was momentarily dumbfounded. Was that how it worked?

"But even if such a relationship truly existed, wouldn't it be 'you being kept by me'? After all, you did give me a hundred-yuan tip, didn't you?"

"..."

Mo Chuxi smiled faintly, the corners of his thin lips raising slightly, the fleeting smirk on his handsome face carrying a hint of mischief—a flirtation that made Yan Xinxin's heartbeat suddenly lose control.

She hadn't intentionally given that hundred yuan that day...

"Were you so desperate to draw a clear line with me back then? Hmm?"

Yan Xinxin faltered, avoiding his gaze, but inevitably collided with the indecipherable depths of his eyes.

"I... you saw the circumstances then. That night was just an accident, so..."

"So you thought one hundred yuan was enough to dismiss me?"

"..."

Yan Xinxin was speechless.

"Fine, fine, I was wrong. Young Master Mo, you're priceless."

"Your apology feels too casual."

The man released her and smoothly turned his tall and slender body.

"Mo Chuxi, wait. I have more to say."

Mo Chuxi paused, his aloof, stunning face turning back toward her.

"Still trying to figure out what our relationship is?"

"... No!"

Yan Xinxin shook her head shyly, her gaze focused on the man as she pressed her lips together.

"Thank you."

"Hmm?"

"Thank you for helping my father regain his freedom."

Yan Xinxin smiled and expressed her gratitude.

"And thank you for letting me and Xi stay here unconditionally when we were on the verge of sleeping on the streets..."

"Unconditionally?"

Mo Chuxi's deep and magnetic voice suddenly interrupted forcefully as he pivoted.

"Yan Xinxin, I'd bet your son's IQ is inherited from the man you got pregnant by."

"..."

What the heck!

Yan Xinxin's wide-open eyes filled with confusion.

"Mo Chuxi, what do you mean?"

"Do you think I let you stay here unconditionally? Yan Xinxin, do I seem like a good person to you?"

Mo Chuxi's long eyes narrowed slightly, radiating a dangerous aura.

He leaned closer to Yan Xinxin, his deep and captivating face closing in on hers.

"You're kind of cute when you're being dumb."