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The door to the hospital room was pushed open.
Young Master Mo’s tall figure entered, exuding the aura of a king ruling over all. This domineering presence made Mira, who was sitting by the bedside, leap to her feet in fright!
"Mo... Young Master Mo?"
She stamred, trembling with fear.
Mo Chuxi’s cold, piercing eyes glinted like sharp blades. His thin, peach-colored lips moved slightly.
"The argunt outside was so loud, yet you seem so calm."
"..."
"Still pretending?"
Mo Chuxi’s sharp gaze settled on Mu Qianshui, who was lying in the bed. A low chuckle escaped from his perfectly straight nose.
"For soone who’s been unconscious for an entire day and night, your complexion looks rather good."
As he spoke, he elegantly stepped forward with one hand in the pocket of his suit trousers, moving to the bedside.
"Lady Mu’s acting skills are truly improving. Next ti you play the role of a corpse, it’ll surely be extraordinary."
"Chuxi, aren’t you being too excessive!"
Ning Zitong exclaid angrily.
"Excessive?"
Mo Chuxi let out a faint laugh as he retorted, then suddenly reached out to grab Mu Qianshui’s hand where the IV drip was administered.
"Chuxi, what are you doing!"
"Let show you the real face of your precious daughter."
"What?"
Ning Zitong was montarily stunned. In that split second, Mo Chuxi swiftly grabbed Mu Qianshui’s left hand and yanked off the towel covering it.
The needle imdiately popped out from the towel.
Ning Zitong was startled, utterly shocked to discover that Mu Qianshui hadn’t been receiving the IV drip at all—it was all a pretense.
"Is this the esteed daughter of the Mu family? Clearly, she’s nothing but a complete liar."
With sheer disgust, Mo Chuxi flung Mu Qianshui’s hand away.
Mu Qianshui’s brow furrowed visibly, and her lips pressed into a tight line.
Yan Xinxin couldn’t help but admire Mo Chuxi’s extraordinary powers of observation.
Just monts ago, she had genuinely believed that Mu Qianshui was gravely injured in the car accident and remained unconscious—only to realize otherwise...
"Qianshui, why are you pretending to be unconscious?"
Ning Zitong rushed over, visibly shaken.
"Do you know how worried your mother has been about you?"
As her words landed, Mu Qianshui slowly opened her teary-red eyes, and her tears conveniently slipped down her cheeks.
"I’m sorry, Mom. I... I just wanted Chuxi to worry about ..."
"Hmph..."
Mo Chuxi scoffed, his disdain evident.
"You silly child!"
Ning Zitong lanted in grief.
She didn’t offer any reproach, only deep concern and pity for Mu Qianshui.
Yan Xinxin suddenly felt an ache in her chest. She couldn’t understand why, but witnessing Ning Zitong’s tender love for Mu Qianshui stirred a conflicting sense of envy within her.
Was it because Ye Lirong always treated her so poorly?
It made her long for the kind of affectionate mother Mu Qianshui had...
"Mu Qianshui, enough with your shaless performance."
Mo Chuxi was filled with revulsion.
"I warned you to stop bothering Xinxin. Since you knowingly chose to defy , then prepare yourself—I’ve got quite the surprise waiting for you."
What?
Mu Qianshui froze, a sense of unease creeping over her.
She abruptly sat up in the bed, a look of grievance clouding her face.
"Chuxi, I didn’t do anything to Yan Xinxin. Why would you say such a thing?"
"Hmm, Lady Mu certainly looks ntally refreshed."
"..."
"Do you think Xinxin and I are standing here for no reason? Just casually visiting you?"
These words left Mu Qianshui utterly baffled.
"Chuxi?"
"I’m here to finish you off."
"..."
Mu Qianshui was even more bewildered, but then Mo Chuxi walked over to Yan Xinxin and pulled her into his arms.
"On the 18th of next month’s lunar calendar, I’ll give Xinxin a once-in-a-lifeti wedding. Chenxi will be the daughter of Xinxin and . From this day forward, Yan Xinxin will be my only wife, and you can stop dreaming of a second chance."
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