Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife
Chapter 108: I Help You Send Your Son to School

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: I Help You Send Your Son to School

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Yan Xinxin almost reflexively froze in place, her startled, watery eyes meeting Mo Chuxi’s gaze.

The man raised his cold and arrogant icy eyes to look at her.

"Follow me."

Mo Chuxi spoke in a commanding tone, as domineering and forceful as ever.

Yan Xinxin felt like she had dug a pit and jumped right into it herself. She had clearly intended to return to her apartment to prepare for her interview—now look at what she’s done, seeking her own misery.

"Chuxi, I have something to discuss with you."

"Later."

Mo Chuxi brushed her off without hesitation, his narrow phoenix eyes casting a glance at Yan Xinxin, the meaning behind them unmistakable.

Watching his tall figure turning away, Yan Xinxin glanced at Sheng Yehan.

"I’ll head over there first, see you in a bit."

"Alright."

Sheng Yehan nodded with a faint smile. Hearing this, Mo Chuxi’s sharp brows furrowed slightly.

Yan Xinxin followed Mo Chuxi into the VIP private elevator. Mo Chuxi was so tall that when she stood beside him, she truly seemed like a tiny bird leaning against him for support.

"Aren’t you planning to offer any explanation?"

Mo Chuxi’s deep, magnetic voice sounded faintly.

Yan Xinxin was startled and raised her eyes. The man’s perfectly chiseled profile left her a little dazed.

"Explain what?"

Mo Chuxi’s brow furrowed, his displeasure evident.

Yan Xinxin blinked her eyes.

"Don’t tell me you dislike my interactions with Sheng Yehan too?"

As if her thoughts were guessed correctly, Mo Chuxi’s handsome face darkened. His long, captivating eyes lowered, catching sight of the shopping bags Yan Xinxin held in her hands, irritating him even more.

"Lady Yan, you’re certainly carefree. I help send your son to school, while you go off shopping with another man."

"..."

Though Mo Chuxi’s tone sounded casual as if it didn’t matter, Yan Xinxin could hear it clearly—he was absolutely criticizing her.

Yan Xinxin decided to stay silent, knowing full well she couldn’t win against this man.

"Ding."

The elevator arrived on the 18th floor. As the doors opened, Yan Xinxin prepared to step out, but Mo Chuxi’s tall, striking figure suddenly moved in front of her. His stunningly attractive face magnified before her eyes, leaving her dizzy.

"Yan Xinxin, I hope you remember—we signed an agreement. You’re already my woman. Stay away from all other men."

"..."

Yan Xinxin blinked her innocent yet confused big eyes, puffing her cheeks a little in defiance.

"Why are you so controlling? Can’t I even have male friends?"

"I don’t like it."

"..."

After giving her this extremely unreasonable reply, Mo Chuxi nonchalantly stepped out of the elevator.

Yan Xinxin pursed her lips.

"Well, I don’t like you meddling in my business so much..."

"What did you say?"

"..."

He heard that?

Yan Xinxin froze for a moment before quickly stepping out of the elevator.

It was lunch break, and two or three young female managers came out of their offices. Upon seeing Yan Xinxin following behind Mo Chuxi, they couldn’t help but whisper curiously.

"Who’s that woman? How come she went into the office with Mr. Mo?"

"Look at her clothes and bag—they’re just ordinary. No way she could be Mr. Mo’s girlfriend, right?"

"Of course not! Mr. Mo’s girlfriend is my goddess Mu Qianshui! Word has it that the little girl who called Mr. Mo ’Daddy’ last time is the secret daughter born five years ago between him and Mu Qianshui!"

Yan Xinxin didn’t know when her hearing had been "infected" by Mo Chuxi—she heard every word of what those women said clearly.

Her heart sank slightly, and she suddenly thought of Chenxi.

Was it possible that Chenxi was not the adopted child they claimed, but actually the biological daughter of Mo Chuxi and Mu Qianshui? Because Mu Qianshui was a famous celebrity, afraid of losing fans, could they have married secretly and had a child?

It seemed to make sense?

Mo Chuxi walked into the office, glancing back to see Yan Xinxin looking entirely absent-minded.

"Yan Xinxin."

"Hmm?"

Yan Xinxin snapped out of her daze and raised her eyes to Mo Chuxi.

"What’s the matter?"

"Take off your clothes."

"...Huh? What did you just say?"