Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife

Mo Chuxi’s voice rang out among the crowd, calm and unhurried.

His handsome face was cold as he walked over to Yan Xinxin. He met her eyes for a brief second, then turned around and shielded her behind him, that austere jade-like face now directed at the dumbstruck couple in front of him.

"Y-Young Master Mo, what did you just say?"

Pei Yuxin couldn’t believe it, convinced her ears must be playing tricks on her.

"Young Master Mo, did you just say... she’s your wife?"

She asked again in disbelief, and the man beside her was equally stunned. Old Mr. Ling, seeing this, suddenly felt uneasy as well.

"Young Master Mo, this matter..."

"I want to know—how exactly does this Young Master Ling plan to ’serve’ my wife? Is he going to get on his knees and pour tea, hand her water, and apologize, or what?"

He lifted those hawk-like, gloomy and razor‑sharp dark eyes and stared straight at the man in front of him. Then, under everyone’s watchful gaze, he slowly reached out and gently took Yan Xinxin’s hand, their fingers interlacing tightly.

This intimate and seamless gesture instantly left Pei Yuxin staring, eyes wide like a stunned dog!

This woman—this woman was actually the Crown Prince of Di Jue’s wife!

"And you, Mrs. Ling, right? Just now you said my wife stole your necklace? And even had the nerve to wear it openly around my daughter Chun’s neck, hmm?"

Mo Chuxi parted his lips to ask, a faint, ambiguous smile on his handsome face. His tone sounded light, but under the surface, undercurrents surged.

"Th-this isn’t, I, I..."

Pei Yuxin’s face burned hot, her words already a jumbled mess.

"Young Master Mo, I—I’m not lying. My Angel’s Tears really is missing, and I just came into contact with her. This afternoon at the kindergarten we also had a bit of a conflict. Other than her, I can’t think of anyone else..."

"Just because you ’can’t think of anyone else,’ you dare spout nonsense and dump this kind of filth on my wife? You should take a good look at what status you have. You think my wife would stoop to stealing your things? Even if you gave it to her for free, she wouldn’t spare it a second glance."

Mo Chuxi cut Pei Yuxin off, his tone blade-sharp, his gaze even icier than before.

"Young Master Mo, Young Master Mo, please, for my sake, don’t hold it against my ignorant daughter‑in‑law."

Old Mr. Ling stepped forward to smooth things over, his attitude toward Mo Chuxi respectful and deferential.

Pei Yuxin curled her lips on the side.

"Young Master Mo, even if this Mrs. Mo is rich, that doesn’t prove anything. Some people might have money, but they just have itchy hands! Maybe Mrs. Mo just has this kind of kink. Besides, my Angel’s Tears really is gone! Ouch!"

She had just finished the words that made Mo Chuxi’s anger boil over when she suddenly yelped in pain, bending over and clutching her foot. She looked down and saw Mo Chenxi standing beside her with a stern expression and pointed a finger at him.

"Y-you—you actually stepped on me!"

"Now I finally know why Ling Zijie is already so bad at such a young age—it’s because he inherited your genes as his mother, and they’re very, very bad genes!"

Mo Chenxi straightened his back.

"Caked‑on‑makeup old hag, listen up! My little Xinxin is the most beautiful and kind girl in the world. She would never steal anything from anyone! If you slander my little Xinxin again, I’ll shoot you with my chili spray gun!"

"..."

Pei Yuxin’s face instantly flushed scarlet, burning with humiliation.

"You, you..."

"Mom, Mom!"

Suddenly—

Pei Yuxin’s precious son, Ling Zijie, ran over from not far away. And when she saw what he was holding in his hand, her guilt shot through the roof!

"Ah Jie, what are you doing here? Go back, now!"

"Mom, why did you hide your necklace in my pocket? I just found it. Do I get some kind of reward?"

"..."