Chapter 388: Chapter 388: Honey, I Feel Like Throwing Up

Mo Chuxi’s steps paused slightly.

"Why are you interested in this?"

"Maybe just out of curiosity?"

Yan Xinxin found a reason that sounded plausible enough.

"Can you tell me something about Mu Qianyuan’s childhood? I want to know what kind of girl she was, and why you liked her so much."

"Are you jealous?"

Mo Chuxi lowered his gaze and asked, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his sensual lips.

Yan Xinxin shook her head, her beautiful eyes earnestly staring at his teasing gaze.

"Maybe I don’t have a reason to be jealous."

"Oh?"

"Nothing."

Yan Xinxin cut herself off.

Yes.

She suspected that she might be Mu Qianyuan, but Mu Qianyuan’s death had been conclusively determined over a decade ago...


The more Yan Xinxin thought about it, the more conflicted she became.

In any case, she needed to wait for the paternity test with Mu Qianshui to come out first.

If it turned out to be true, she had no idea how to face the Mu family.

"Mo Chuxi, if Mu Qianyuan wasn’t dead, and she came back, would you—"

"I wouldn’t."

haven’t even

not, it’s the

into her starry

I hope you remember too—this life, you must wholeheartedly

love you at

with a nonchalant smile, her lazy grin shifting to the garden where

little Xinxin is

turned with


heart skipped a beat. That playful smile she

The sky grew darker.

a table of exquisite, lavish dishes had already been

smiled as she brought

roast goose Madam

said as she placed it near Lin

dining room,

"Thank you, hubby."

She thanked him affectionately.

a smile as he leaned down to

"Wow! So lovey-dovey!"

Mo Qingning teased.

of displeasure as she


call the master

"Yes, Madam."

what is that overpowering

Xinxin frowned uncomfortably, her delicate brows furrowed as she

I feel a little nauseous. Could it be that the baby is protesting against some

as he

you want to

"Yes, a little."

nodded reluctantly,

Yuan’ai rolled her

one is perfect

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