CHAPTER 172: CHAPTER 172: AM I DEFINITELY CARRYING A SON?

Yan Xinxin furrowed her delicate brows in frustration. She truly couldn’t imagine what her future relationship with Mo Chuxi would become.

She certainly wouldn’t dare to indulge in the fantasy that there would ever be a day when Mo Chuxi would genuinely be with her...

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

The phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated.

Yan Xinxin snapped out of her wandering thoughts, pulled out her phone, and upon seeing the name on the screen, her brows knitted even tighter.

Ever since Mo Chuxi unexpectedly appeared at her house and claimed he was pursuing her, Ye Lirong had been calling her nearly every day.

"Xinxin, Mom’s at your school gate right now. Why haven’t you finished class yet?"

Ye Lirong actually came to her school to find her?

Yan Xinxin froze in surprise. The word "Mom" stuck in her throat, but she still couldn’t bring herself to say it.

"I don’t have class today."

"Then where are you now? Are you with Young Master Mo?"

Ye Lirong pressed her for answers, though her tone was unusually warm and kind.

"Xinxin, Mom wants to see you and my grandson Xi. When are you coming home for a meal? Or should I come to you?"

Thinking about how Ye Lirong used to treat her, Yan Xinxin let out a bitter smile.

"I’ve been really busy lately..."

"Xinxin, what do you mean by that? Are you holding a grudge against Mom, or do you look down on me now that you’ve latched onto Young Master Mo? I raised you from a child—don’t you have any conscience?"

"..."

Conscience?

Yan Xinxin couldn’t help but want to laugh.

After a few seconds of silence, she chuckled softly and finally replied.

"I’ll bring Xi home tonight."

"That’s more like it!"

Ye Lirong, at last, sounded satisfied.

"And be sure to bring Mo Chuxi along!"

What?

She was supposed to bring Mo Chuxi too?

Only then did Yan Xinxin realize Ye Lirong’s true intentions. It all boiled down to Young Master Mo.

For a moment, she had naively thought Ye Lirong genuinely missed her daughter and grandson...

"Where are you going?"

Mo Chuxi emerged from the room, seeing Yan Xinxin heading toward the entryway. His cold voice cut through the air.

"I’m going to work to earn money."

Yan Xinxin replied indifferently while changing her shoes, not even bothering to look up.

Mo Chuxi’s brows furrowed deeply.

"Yan Xinxin, are you determined to make my son disappear before you’re satisfied?"

"Mo Chuxi, you’re so full of yourself. Who said I’m definitely having a son? I insist it’s going to be a girl!"

"..."

Mo Chuxi had officially witnessed her knack for contradicting him.

He lifted his long gaze and looked at the fiery woman glaring back at him with cat-like eyes, his expression tinged with helplessness.

Yan Xinxin stared back at him without a trace of fear.

"There are so many pregnant women in the world—do they all stop everything and live like pigs just because they’re pregnant? Young Master Mo, please don’t get in my way of making a living."

Mo Chuxi chuckled softly, his displeasure dissipating almost instantaneously.

He stepped forward toward her, his tall figure inching closer. Instinctively, Yan Xinxin took a step back, her small frame soon pressed against the door.

Mo Chuxi leaned down toward her tiny face, the corner of his thin lips curling into a smirk.

"Alright, since Mrs. Mo says it’s a girl, then it’s a girl."

"..."

Yan Xinxin stared at him in shock, her lips slightly parted, completely dumbfounded.

Did he just call her Mrs. Mo?

And his tone... his gaze—it was so indulgent and tender?

Was she hallucinating?

Feeling overwhelmed, Yan Xinxin turned abruptly. "I’m going to work now!"