Mo Chuxi curved his lips into a sly smile. "We can try it on the floor." Yan Xinxin was stunned, unable to believe that the man who usually appeared cold and restrained in public could show such a devious and wicked side in front of her! Has he been poisoned or something? Yan Xinxin didn’t want to engage with him and turned to enter her room, but Mo Chuxi followed closely behind. "Don’t come in. When I see you, all I can think about is what you did to my Chun." She blocked the doorway. Mo Chuxi’s eyes darkened slightly. "Yan Xinxin, I know what you’re angry about, but I have my reasons. You’ll understand very soon." "Then let’s talk once I understand." Yan Xinxin said, preparing to shut the door. Mo Chuxi raised his hand and slapped it firmly against the door. He held out his other hand, and Yan Xinxin saw, to her astonishment, the ring lying in his palm. "I don’t want it. I’ve already said I won’t marry you." Yan Xinxin pushed the door closed with force after speaking. "Click." Mo Chuxi heard the sound of her locking the door. Having dominated the business world for years without a single defeat, he never imagined he’d be shut out in the realm of romance by a little woman. Mo Chuxi tightened his hold on the ring, his eyes full of emotion. Reflecting on the words Yan Xinxin had said to him throughout the day, a plan was already forming in his mind. The marriage certificate is already in hand, and she still wants to back out? The next morning, Yan Xinxin groggily opened her eyes. Through the haze, Mo Chuxi’s strikingly handsome face appeared in her vision! What on earth? How did she end up sleeping next to him again?! "Good morning, Mrs. Mo." "..." Original content can be found at novel•fire.net "Last night, my little treasure said she misses her daddy, so I brought you over to sleep next to me." Mo Chuxi spoke with a seemingly serious expression, casually reaching out to touch Yan Xinxin’s flat belly. "Mo Chuxi, couldn’t you at least come up with a more believable excuse?" "This reason is perfectly logical. I truly dreamt that my daughter sent me a message in my sleep." Yan Xinxin was almost at the point of holding her forehead in disbelief. It took her a while to gather her emotions. "Today, I’m taking Chenxi to the Mu family. Young Master Mo, if you’re free, I’d trouble you to look after Xi for me. This will be my final favor to ask of you." She spoke as she got out of bed. Mo Chuxi remained comfortably lying where he was, observing her. Spending time alone with Xi was something he couldn’t wait for. This wasn’t Yan Xinxin’s first time visiting the Mu family, but for some reason, she felt her heartbeat was particularly erratic today. Passing by the weeping cherry tree in front of the Mu family mansion, she couldn’t help but stop. Something seemed to flash in her mind—a vague image... "Mama, come on, let’s go inside." Little Chenxi tugged on Yan Xinxin’s hand and led her toward the entrance. Yan Xinxin returned to her senses and smiled faintly. She took a deep breath and then stepped forward. The grand iron gates were wide open, and as soon as Yan Xinxin entered, she was greeted by the sight of a garden full of hydrangeas. Why plant so many hydrangeas? Mo Chuxi had also planted so many hydrangeas. Could it be that Mu Qianyuan also loves hydrangeas? Yan Xinxin frowned in thought, arriving at this conclusion. Little Chenxi suddenly called out toward a certain direction as soon as they entered the gates. Yan Xinxin followed his gaze and felt the summer sunlight dazzling as she caught a blurry glimpse of the imposing face of a middle-aged man. Mu Jingheng, who was watering the hydrangeas, froze at the sight of Yan Xinxin entering through the gates.