Mo Chuxi’s announcement struck the crowd with such force that no one dared to even breathe loudly. Ye Lirong and Yan Zhirou’s faces were the most remarkable to behold. "Make sure to bring those gossiping women from your family along to witness the century wedding I’ve prepared for Xinxin." Mo Chuxi’s tone carried an air of command, his intent crystal clear—he was bent on thoroughly humiliating those nosy busybodies! "Heard, heard you loud and clear!" Ye Lirong’s complexion turned ashen, not daring to refuse. "Young Master Mo, rest assured, I—I’ll make sure they come to attend and witness..." Mo Chuxi smirked satisfactorily, lowering his gaze to look at Yan Xinxin. "Xinxin, I promise you, I’ll make you the most beautiful and happiest bride in the world." "With a groom as handsome as you by my side, Chuxi, I think I am already the happiest bride in the world." Yan Xinxin, gazing deeply into Mo Chuxi’s phoenix-like eyes, responded with exceptional affection. Original content can be found at novel_fіre.net Standing off to the side, Yan Zhirou felt another piercing blow to her heart! She clenched her fists tightly, grinding her teeth in fury. Meanwhile, Ye Lirong and the group of gossiping women stared in stupefied astonishment. Mo Chuxi’s doting and gentle attitude toward Yan Xinxin shocked them to their core! What on earth did this Yan Xinxin have to deserve Young Master Mo’s unwavering care and protection? "Darling, I’m taking you to pick out some pretty dresses now, and afterward, you’ll come home with me to meet my family." Yan Xinxin lifted her beautiful eyes in resistance but was met with the man’s smiling, spring-like gaze. At that moment, with all those elderly women and Yan Zhirou and Ye Lirong watching them, Yan Xinxin suddenly felt trapped in an awkward predicament. She looked at Mo Chuxi, bit her pink lips slightly, and nodded with a light smile. Mo Chuxi said dotingly before lowering his head to plant a kiss at the corner of Yan Xinxin’s lips. Yan Xinxin reciprocated him with a gentle smile, her eyebrows arching sweetly. The scene of the two gazing at each other and smiling affectionately pierced into Yan Zhirou’s eyes like daggers. She absolutely could not let Yan Xinxin, this lucky stray, become the Mo family’s young madam so blissfully! Even if Mu Qianshui didn’t give her that one million, she’d still find a way to utterly ruin Yan Xinxin! Amidst envious, jealous, and hateful glares, Yan Xinxin and Mo Chuxi walked downstairs hand-in-hand, fingers tightly intertwined, with Yan Chenxi toddling beside them. They looked just like a cozy family of three—the picture-perfect image. Yan Zhirou angrily swept all the items on the table to the ground with a swipe of her hand. Ye Lirong, with a pale face, picked up the invitation card. "Rou, come take a look at this—are the diamonds on it real?" "Of course they’re real! As if Young Master Mo would use fakes!" Yan Zhirou glared fiercely at the invitation card. "If Yan Xinxin hadn’t taken advantage of the situation, the name of the hostess written on this invitation should have been mine!" The more she thought, the angrier she became. "It’s all Dad’s fault! Why did he have to bring Yan Xinxin home back then? Leaving her to drown would’ve been better! And now, just look—she’s stolen my man and continuously flaunts her love with Young Master Mo to irritate me!" Yan Zhirou stormed to the window, her face twisted with anger, glaring at Yan Xinxin’s departing silhouette. "Want to get married? Want to be Young Master Mo’s bride? Yan Xinxin, try again in your next life!" Just as she arrived at the residential gate, Yan Xinxin couldn’t help but sneeze. Mo Chuxi asked with concern. "I think someone is cursing me, probably." Yan Xinxin glanced back briefly at the third-floor window of a certain building, before turning her gaze to the man beside her. "Mo Chuxi, are you really taking me to meet your family?" Mo Chuxi looked at her, a subtle smile tugging at his lips. "Because, darling, you have a reason that makes it impossible to say no."