Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife-Chapter 787: Mu Qianshui Died

"Chuxi..."

Watching Mo Chuxi turn away decisively, Yan Xinxin felt a stabbing pain in her heart.

A mingling of sadness and joy overwhelmed her, leaving her uncertain of how to react in the moment...

"Where is Yan Xinxin? Bring Yan Xinxin out here!"

Standing by the door of her room, Yan Xinxin clearly heard Mu Shaoqian’s voice echoing from downstairs.

His tone sounded extremely unfriendly—he was clearly here to start trouble.

"Mama, why can’t we go downstairs?"

Chun asked curiously, her large, grape-like eyes looking up at her in puzzlement.

Mo Chenxi also stared at her with curiosity.

Yan Xinxin held the lucky star in her hand, lowered her gaze, and smiled warmly and lovingly at the two little ones.

"Because Mama is a star, and right now, she’s here to protect her little princess and little prince. Daddy is the moon, so he has to go protect Mama and his most beloved princess and prince."

Listening to her words, the two little ones nodded their tiny heads, half-understanding, before obediently returning to the room to play.

Downstairs.

Mu Shaoqian tilted his head back and shouted again.

"Bring out that vixen Yan Xinxin!"

"Say those three words one more time, and I promise you’ll never come back."

Mo Chuxi’s voice, tinged with lazy indifference, came from the staircase.

Mu Shaoqian turned toward the voice, spotting Mo Chuxi strolling down leisurely in casual attire, his hands in his pockets.

Even dressed simply, Mo Chuxi exuded a noble and commanding presence, as if a king himself had descended upon the room.

Mu Shaoqian shut his mouth but let out a cold laugh.

"Young Master Mo, where’s your darling wife? What’s wrong? She doesn’t dare come out?"

He smirked.

"Or is she afraid that seeing me might trigger a heart attack?"

"You’re overestimating yourself. My wife is pregnant right now. I think seeing you would only make her nauseous—I’d feel sorry for her."

"..."

"Didn’t you say your dim-witted and selfish mother was also here? How come it’s just the foolish Young Master Mu showing up?"

Mo Chuxi insulted him directly, not leaving an ounce of courtesy.

"Or is it because you’re afraid your selfish, idiotic mother might see me and end up having a heart attack herself, so she’s been hidden away?"

"..."

Mu Shaoqian was left speechless, his chest tightening with frustration.

"Mo Chuxi, you—"

"What about me? Can’t argue back? First time experiencing my sharp tongue? How does it feel—not too good, huh?"

"... You, Mo Chuxi! Call Yan Xinxin out!"

"If you want to see my wife, you deal with me first."

"..."

"If you don’t have what it takes to deal with me, then leave right now."

Mo Chuxi spoke indifferently and confidently, striding leisurely over to the sofa in the living room and sitting down.

Not long after, Wan brought a cup of coffee and breakfast over to him.

Mo Chuxi picked up the coffee cup and leaned back casually against the sofa.

"Make sure breakfast is prepared and sent upstairs for the lady of the house."

"Understood, Young Master."

Wan responded respectfully before stepping away.

Mu Shaoqian looked at Mo Chuxi, who was calmly sipping coffee, and stormed forward furiously.

"Mo Chuxi, how can you even think about drinking coffee right now? And Yan Xinxin! How can you both remain so indifferent!"

Hearing Mu Shaoqian’s seemingly agitated and indignant remarks, Mo Chuxi elegantly took a sip of coffee, raised his gaze, and smiled faintly.

"The most annoying trash has been cleared out. Why wouldn’t I enjoy my coffee? Later, I might even set off firecrackers to celebrate."

"Mo Chuxi, you really are cold-blooded."

"Right back at you."

Mo Chuxi let out a light laugh.

"If Mu Qianshui were really dead, I bet even you, Young Master Mu, would secretly be more relieved than sad, wouldn’t you?"

"What—what are you saying?"

"Don’t know what I mean? Let me clarify it for you."