Yan Xinxin was stunned, her original thoughts completely disrupted, and the questions she wanted to ask swallowed by him. Her heart instantly surged with emotions, and if not for the little baby in her belly, Yan Xinxin was sure she would have been completely swept away by Mo Chuxi’s gentle and passionate assault. The long and delicate kiss finally ended, and the lipstick on Yan Xinxin’s lips was thoroughly consumed by Mo Chuxi. With her face flushed, she looked at the faint pink on his thin lips, feeling a bit shy. "Young Master Mo, do you, do you really like me that much?" Mo Chuxi’s long deep eyes gazed at her, the profound gaze intertwined with visible tenderness and affection. "I wouldn’t marry a woman I don’t like." He answered, then lowered his head to kiss Yan Xinxin’s little mouth again, his gaze tender. Mo Chuxi took her hand and led her to the bedside. Yan Xinxin’s heart raced as she saw what seemed to be two documents on the bed. She didn’t look closely but saw Mo Chuxi pick them up. Curiously, she leaned over for a glance and was quite surprised. "Isn’t this the agreement we signed back then?" Mo Chuxi curled his lips, then, in front of Yan Xinxin, ripped the two documents into pieces with a "swish, swish, swish." "From now on, I want you to willingly follow me, be my woman." After saying this, he tossed the pieces into the trash can. "Yan Xinxin, what about you?" Mo Chuxi walked up to her, his captivating eyes filled with anticipation. "Will you sincerely marry me and be my wife, are you willing?" Listening to his words, watching his earnest eyes, Yan Xinxin playfully blinked and smiled. "Does Young Master Mo want to hear me say ’I do’ right now? Then I... refuse to say it now. I want to save it for tomorrow, in front of the priest and everyone, before I say those three words!" She joked, tugging slightly at Mo Chuxi’s sleeve, her cheeks pink. "Time for bed, future husband. We have to get up early tomorrow..." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝔫𝔢𝔱 As she said this, she let go of his hand, hugged a pillow, and lay on the bed. Mo Chuxi stood by the bed, inexplicably feeling an emptiness in his heart for a few seconds. Lowering his eyes to look at Yan Xinxin lying on the bed, eyes closed in sleep, his brow slowly furrowed. He really had no way out now, even if she was indeed poison, he would gladly embrace it. As long as every night to sleep and every morning to wake is greeted by her drowsy face, it’s enough. A peaceful night passed. Yan Xinxin got up early, and several makeup artists and hairstylists were bustling around her face and hair, creating her look. Lan Xuan also arrived early. Yan Xinxin didn’t have many friends, so besides Lan Xuan, she couldn’t find anyone else for the bridesmaid role, except Mo Qingning. Even before the wedding began, there were already various live broadcasts and reports on television and the internet. The eldest son of Ancheng’s most prestigious family, the Crown Prince of Di Jue, was finally getting married! The bride was not the previously rumored Mu Qianshui, eldest daughter of the Mu family, but an unknown Cinderella, Yan Xinxin. Mo Chuxi’s magnificent looks were well-known, but as for what the bride looked like, most people still weren’t sure. However, they believed, since she was the woman to stand beside Mo Chuxi, she couldn’t be ordinary. Yan Xinxin had never been so nervous, looking at herself in the mirror, her reddening face, adorned with red lips. Her heart gradually began to race. I am really getting married, to the man I love, to my first love...