CHAPTER 138: CHAPTER 138: SINCE XINXIN HAS SPOKEN, I WILL TRY MY BEST TO DO IT.

Yan Chenxi fluttered his slender, sparkling eyes and softly called out these four words from his delicate lips.

"You... you came up here?"

Yan Xinxin stared at the cold, aloof man in front of her with astonishment.

Mo Chuxi lowered his gaze and caught sight of Yan Xinxin’s misty, shimmering eyes. His deep gaze suddenly lifted as he looked into the room.

Yan Zhirou’s eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face before it quickly turned into overwhelming delight.

"Young Master Mo! Young Master Mo, you’re here!"

She hurried forward in her high heels, hands reaching out to push Yan Xinxin aside.

Yan Xinxin stumbled slightly under her pull, nearly losing her balance.

Mo Chuxi extended his hand to steady Yan Xinxin, but it froze in mid-air before he retracted it with seamless discretion.

"Young Master Mo, please come in and take a seat!"

Yan Zhirou greeted him enthusiastically with a radiant smile.

The gaggle of older relatives inside the house were struck utterly speechless by Mo Chuxi’s dignified and graceful presence.

"So this is Young Master Mo! He’s so unbelievably handsome!"

"Rou really knows how to pick them!"

"Ah! The aura of the heir to the nation’s top family is truly unmatched!"

The women began gushing with effusive flattery.

Yan Zhirou’s face flushed shyly, her heart swelling with pride, so much so it felt like it would burst.

Seeing Mo Chuxi’s arrival, Ye Lirong immediately rushed out from one of the rooms to greet him with a cheery expression.

"Young Master Mo, please come in and sit! Xinxin, move aside! Stop blocking the doorway!"

"..."

Yan Xinxin held her son in her arms and glanced at Mo Chuxi, her thoughts muddled.

Why did it feel like Ye Lirong and Yan Zhirou weren’t surprised at all by Mo Chuxi’s appearance here?

Instead, it seemed like she, Yan Xinxin, had become an outsider in this whole scene.

"Young Master Mo, so you really are Young Master Mo! I don’t even know how to thank you enough!"

Yan Guoping approached with excitement, expressing his gratitude.

"Young Master Mo, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have had my sentence reduced and gained my early release. Thank you so much! Please, come inside!"

"Mm."

Mo Chuxi gave a faint nod as he strode forward, his long legs carrying him into the house.

As Yan Xinxin stood in the doorway, still dazed, she caught Yan Zhirou tossing her a triumphant, mocking glance.

"Young Master Mo, you like coffee, don’t you? I specifically bought a coffee machine to brew you the finest cup. Just wait, I’ll get it ready for you!"

Yan Zhirou spoke in a soft, gentle tone before spinning around to prepare the coffee.

Mo Chuxi, his serene appearance untouched by emotion, observed each of the fawning people in the room before his gaze finally settled on the woman standing at the door.

"Young Master Mo, thank you so much for helping out Old Yan in our family!"

Ye Lirong stepped in to make her move, aiming to curry favor.

"Young Master Mo, you’re truly remarkable—handsome, capable, and even helping our family with such a huge favor. Rou is so lucky to have a friend like you!"

As Ye Lirong continued to heap praise, Mo Chuxi gently lifted his deep gaze.

"You don’t need to thank me. Thank your daughter instead."

Ye Lirong lit up with delight at his words, while Yan Zhirou, carrying the tray of coffee, smiled with unconcealed arrogance and pride.

But Mo Chuxi merely turned his gaze to the woman standing at the doorway, cradling her son, his lips curving faintly upward.

"Since Xinxin asked me, no matter the matter, I’ll do my best to see it through."

Mo Chuxi’s voice, cool yet magnetic, rang out crisp and clear, each word like ripples flowing from his refined lips, commanding the entire room.

At the precise moment his statement landed, an unusual silence engulfed the room.

The expressions worn by everyone were nearly identical—stiffened and frozen in stunned disbelief, Yan Xinxin included.

Yan Zhirou, holding the coffee tray, almost dropped the cup. Her alluring eyes widened, her entire face practically petrified.

Ye Lirong and the gaggle of relatives alternated between pale and flushed expressions, as if their embarrassment manifested in hues of mortification.

Yan Guoping, similarly floored, turned his shocked gaze to the esteemed young man before him, unsure of his assumption.

"Young Master Mo, are... are you saying that it was Xinxin who asked for your help in reducing my sentence and arranging my early release, and not Rou?"