Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife
Chapter 103: Feeling a Bit Uncomfortable...

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: Feeling a Bit Uncomfortable...

Hearing Yan Xinxin gently breathe out that particular word, coupled with the hazy tenderness in her gaze, Mo Chuxi felt as though his heart had been immersed in champagne. He wasn’t drunk—yet his heart was intoxicated.

Almost involuntarily, he lowered his head and captured Yan Xinxin’s lips in a kiss.

The soft sensation, accompanied by a sweet, fresh taste—he was beginning to enjoy it. And at this moment, Yan Xinxin was unexpectedly submissive, unlike ever before.

Had this stubborn little wildcat finally learned to behave?

With gentle movements, Mo Chuxi pried apart Yan Xinxin’s soft lips and teeth. With a commanding presence, he invaded like a conqueror, his slender fingers silently landing on the buttons of her shirt.

One, two, three...

Yan Xinxin only felt her thoughts scattering into chaos. Strange images flickered through her mind, leaving her with a headache and shortness of breath.

Noticing the subtle unease emanating from Yan Xinxin, Mo Chuxi broke off their tender kiss, lifting his gaze to study the flushed face of the petite woman beneath him.

He paused slightly, his palm gently brushing her burning cheek.

"Yan Xinxin?"

"Mmm?"

Yan Xinxin frowned faintly, her sleepy, drowsy eyes only half-open.

"What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Mmm..."

Half-asleep, Yan Xinxin nodded faintly before suddenly lifting her soft little hand to grasp Mo Chuxi’s and lead it to her left chest.

"Here, it feels a little uncomfortable..."

"..."

Mo Chuxi froze, staring at the warmth and softness beneath his palm.

Could this woman possibly... not be intentionally seducing him?

Momentarily dazed, Mo Chuxi then realized that Yan Xinxin had unexpectedly fallen asleep.

Feeling somewhat disappointed, he sat upright, yet still reached out in concern to check her forehead.

The temperature was normal—so it wasn’t a fever.

Was her blushing simply because he kissed her?

Mo Chuxi’s gaze lingered on Yan Xinxin for quite a while before he finally stood. He stopped in front of the desk and paused when he saw the stack of jewelry design sketches and a personal résumé on the table.

Suddenly, he recalled the words Yan Xinxin had shouted at him on the rooftop that day: "Mo Chuxi, you have no idea what I went through back then!"

He turned his head back, his deep eyes landing once more on Yan Xinxin’s sleeping face.

Five years ago, what on earth had she experienced?

Could it be that her pregnancy and giving birth were not her wishes?

Had she been deceived by a man?

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When Yan Xinxin woke up, it was already the next day.

She glanced at the time—ten o’clock sharp.

"Oh no! How’d it get so late!"

Hurriedly, she got up, washed, and was about to head out of her room when she noticed a note left on the desk.

Picking it up, Yan Xinxin saw it was a message from Mo Chuxi.

He had taken Xi to kindergarten.

This man hadn’t even woken her to make breakfast, yet not only had he taken Xi to school, but he’d also thoughtfully left her a note.

Yan Xinxin furrowed her brows and started pondering.

Was this Mo Chuxi really the cold and aloof President Mo she had known before?

After organizing her design drafts and résumé, Yan Xinxin let out a deep breath.

Tomorrow, she would head to Di Jue to submit her résumé and prepare for the interview.

But before that, she needed to find something decent to wear—surely she couldn’t show up in her school uniform, right?

Come to think of it, it had been ages since she last bought new clothes for herself.

Since she didn’t have class today, she figured she could indulge herself a little.

Yan Xinxin changed into a white one-piece dress, threw on a light blue cardigan, grabbed her little bag, and headed to Central Square.

It wasn’t a holiday, so the square was relatively quiet. Yan Xinxin walked toward a clothing store.

"Xinxin-jiejie!"

The innocent, adorable voice—it could only be little Chenxi.

Yan Xinxin quickly turned around and, sure enough, saw little Chenxi.

"You’re Yan Xinxin?"

Just as she was about to approach Chenxi to say hello, she noticed a beautiful, elegant woman scrutinizing her with a peculiar expression.

"And you are...?"

"I’m Mu Qianshui’s mother."