His movements were exceptionally gentle as he held Yan Xinxin in a princess carry and walked toward the door.
A group of people behind them stared dumbly, while the women were all overwhelmingly jealous and envious.
"Mo Chuxi, stop right there!"
Xiao Yiran hurriedly followed.
Mo Chuxi didn't pay him any attention and carried Yan Xinxin into the car.
"Mo Chuxi!"
"Talking to someone like you, a philanderer, feels like it would dirty me."
Mo Chuxi glanced back casually and parted his lips.
"Stay away from me, and even farther from my wife."
"Hah! Wife?"
Xiao Yiran scoffed dismissively, walking to the side of the passenger seat.
"Yan Xinxin, don't be naive. Mo Chuxi isn't truly intent on marrying you. After all these years of competing with me, this time he's simply doing it to win you from me!"
Yan Xinxin lifted her starry eyes.
"Thank you, Mr. Philanderer, for your warning. But even so, I'm quite happy to marry Mo Chuxi."
"You…"
"Did you hear that?"
