Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife

Chapter 22 - 022: This Little Woman, Yan Xinxin...

Yan Xinxin spoke angrily and strode away.

Mo Chuxi stood in place, his expression remained emotionless, but there was a faint tightness in his chest.

This little woman, Yan Xinxin...

If it weren't for that night, if it weren't because she was his first woman, Mo Chuxi was certain he wouldn't have tolerated her daring attitude towards him time and time again.

——

Yan Xinxin dressed up little Chenxi in Yan Chenxi's pajamas—a plain white T-shirt, light gray shorts, and her silky, shoulder-length hair resting obediently on her shoulder.

Little Chenxi followed Yan Xinxin to the living room. Yan Xinxin placed her on the sofa to sit down, bent over with a smile.

"Little Chenxi, sister is going to check how Xi is doing with his bath now. I'll make dinner for you soon, alright?"

"Okay..."

Little Chenxi obediently nodded her tiny head, her big, sparkly eyes flashing adorably.

Yan Xinxin didn't have time to bathe herself, so she just changed her top and went to find her son.

As she walked halfway, she saw her son already cleaned up and walking out from Mo Chuxi's room, wearing clothes that she didn't even know when he had changed into.

But she wasn't sure if it was just her imagination—Yan Xinxin sensed that her son seemed a little down.

"Xi."

called out to

wrong? You took a bath in that guy's room—did he bully

head

great in every way,

"Oh?"

already has someone he likes.

"..."

Chenxi sighed lightly and furrowed his little brows as he

in confusion at her son's adorable, tiny figure,

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he has someone he likes, why is Xi so dejected

it out. She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice the

"Yan Xinxin."

"Yes!"

seriously, Yan Xinxin instinctively responded, almost as if she were a student

she turned back to see the tall figure standing before her, and a surge of frustration had her

You walk without making a sound. And why are you

lifted his left wrist, pointing elegantly at the time on

eight o'clock

"So what?"

"I'm hungry. Cook."