His movements were exceptionally gentle as he held Yan Xinxin in a princess carry and walked toward the door. A group of people behind them stared dumbly, while the women were all overwhelmingly jealous and envious. "Mo Chuxi, stop right there!" Xiao Yiran hurriedly followed. Mo Chuxi didn’t pay him any attention and carried Yan Xinxin into the car. "Talking to someone like you, a philanderer, feels like it would dirty me." Mo Chuxi glanced back casually and parted his lips. "Stay away from me, and even farther from my wife." Xiao Yiran scoffed dismissively, walking to the side of the passenger seat. "Yan Xinxin, don’t be naive. Mo Chuxi isn’t truly intent on marrying you. After all these years of competing with me, this time he’s simply doing it to win you from me!" Yan Xinxin lifted her starry eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Philanderer, for your warning. But even so, I’m quite happy to marry Mo Chuxi." "Did you hear that?" For more chapters visit novel•fire.net Mo Chuxi’s smile became victorious and smug. "Mr. Philanderer, if you have time, why not cultivate yourself a bit before the jewelry exhibition gala? Otherwise, when you meet those prominent figures, you might come across as... unsophisticated." Xiao Yiran’s face turned ashen with fury. "Father-in-law, please get in the car." Mo Chuxi completely ignored Xiao Yiran, who was practically about to explode on the spot, and politely invited Yang Guoping into the car. Xiao Yiran lit a cigarette on the spot, took a few drags, and glared fiercely at the car Mo Chuxi drove away in. "Mo, the real show is about to begin—you just wait!" He cursed under his breath, flicked the cigarette butt to the ground, and turned away sullenly. The car drove steadily along the street. Once he understood Mo Chuxi’s determination toward Yan Xinxin, Yang Guoping finally felt reassured and got out of the car. But what bothered him was the fact that Yan Xinxin had taken someone’s sample for DNA testing—and who was it that she claimed she mistook herself for? The car continued its journey on the road, while the smile on Mo Chuxi’s face had long disappeared, replaced by an icy cold expression. Yan Xinxin also remained silent. The car finally arrived at the underground parking lot of Di Jue Group. Mo Chuxi scooped Yan Xinxin up into his arms and carried her into the elevator. Her breaths were filled with the faint, crisp fragrance emanating from him. As she rested close to his chest, it felt as though she could hear the rhythm of his heartbeat. "Mo Chuxi, how did you know I was at that dessert shop?" Yan Xinxin finally broke the silence, raising her eyes to his mesmerizing profile. "Don’t tell me you put some kind of tracker on my clothes?" Hearing her suspicious words, Mo Chuxi lowered his long, cold eyes. "I told you to stay home and rest properly—why did you go out?" His thin lips spat out the cold interrogative. "Don’t you know how serious a ligament strain can be? Someone as grown as you should—" Mo Chuxi was still in the middle of "disciplining" her when suddenly, his words were cut off by her soft lips pressed against his. It was as if a subtle wave of pleasant sensation rippled through his chest. To his surprise, Yan Xinxin had kissed him! "It won’t happen again next time!" Yan Xinxin pulled back and lifted her slightly flushed face to make a promise. "Yan Xinxin, do you know what you’re doing?" "I already said it won’t happen again." "You’re lighting a fire." Yan Xinxin began to realize that she might be in trouble, but just as the thought crossed her mind, Mo Chuxi shifted how he held her—transforming from a princess carry to a floating embrace. Like carrying a small child, her legs dangled on either side of his waist, while his hand supported her behind. Mo Chuxi took a step forward, her back pressing against the elevator wall. He leaned in dangerously close, his breaths flickering across her face in the next instant. Yan Xinxin suddenly felt her heart race uncontrollably. Damn it, she was wearing a skirt today... With him holding her this way and standing so near— "Darling, I want to try it in the elevator." "...Mo Chuxi, don’t mess around!" "I won’t mess around. I’ll be gentle."