Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife Chapter 431: That Year, That Night, The Stranger Was Him

Mo Chuxi’s savage, murderous tone and gaze caused everyone present to gasp in shock!

His falcon-like eyes were filled with terrifying crimson. The right hand clutching the yellow-haired man’s neck was tightening with increasing force, making the man’s breathing more and more difficult. Yet, Mo Chuxi showed no intention of letting go.

And the words he had just uttered from his thin lips left everyone present stunned and dumbfounded!

So, Young Master Mo and Yan Xinxin had started five years ago? And there’s a pair of twins?

Mu Qianshui was also flabbergasted, completely unprepared for Mo Chuxi’s bold admission in such a setting that he was the man who had slept with Yan Xinxin five years ago!

Yan Zhirou looked more like a petrified statue caught in the chaos of the wind.

Not only did her face burn with embarrassnt, but her feet ached too!

Never did she imagine that the man she had so desperately desired was actually the one who had been intimately involved with Yan Xinxin five years ago!

Wasn’t this just her lifting a rock to smash her own foot?

But then!

This doesn’t make sense!

If the man from five years ago who forced Yan Xinxin was indeed Young Master Mo, then why does Yan Xinxin’s deanor not match up at all?

Yan Xinxin stood silently to the side; her tiny, delicate face seed frozen in emotion.

Just now...

What did she hear?

What did he say just now?

Yan Xinxin stared vacantly for a long mont before her eyelashes trembled lightly, her mind finally returning to the present.

She lifted her bewildered gaze, focusing on that cold, ominous profile wrapped in icy darkness.

Her heart was pounding violently, "thump, thump, thump," as her mind buzzed uncontrollably, "buzz, buzz, buzz."

That man from that night years ago... was it him... Mo Chuxi?

How could it be...

He’s doing this on purpose, right? He must have said it just to protect my reputation and honor—without a doubt, that’s what it is...

"Mo, Mo..."

The yellow-haired man’s face had turned a deep liver-red as Mo Chuxi grasped his neck, leaving him barely the strength to struggle.

"Chuxi!"

Xiao Yize strode forward quickly to stop him and reminded him.

"He’ll die!"

"He deserves to die."

Chilling, resolute words spilled from his thin lips, and Mo Chuxi’s sharp, cold gaze made the yellow-haired man feel frozen to the bone!

He hadn’t imagined Mo Chuxi’s fury could escalate to the point of wanting him dead!

If he had known this would be the outco, no amount of money in the world could have convinced him to act out this charade!

If you’re dead, what use is money anyway?

"Chuxi, why bother dirtying your hands with soone like him? People like him aren’t worth your attention at all."

Xiao Yize opened his mouth again to try and dissuade him.

But Mo Chuxi showed no hint of emotion.

Watching this despicable man choking inch by inch did nothing to quench his fury!

A scoundrel like this, even in death, wouldn’t dissipate his anger!

Yan Zhirou, witnessing the scene from nearby, was so terrified she felt her soul leave her body!

While Mo Chuxi had the man trapped in his grip, her footsteps had already started to quietly retreat backward.

"Mo, Mo... I was wrong, please, please let go..."

The yellow-haired man was nearly out of breath, his flushed face was slowly turning pale, shifting to an unsettling greenish-white hue.

"It’s too late to regret now."

As Mo Chuxi’s ruthlessly unfeeling words landed, his grip abruptly tightened.

Yan Xinxin suddenly snapped out of her daze and hurried to his side, grabbing hold of his wrist.

"Mo Chuxi!"

Her voice stopped him short; his fingers montarily loosened their crushing force. He lowered his eyes slightly and saw Yan Xinxin’s beautiful gaze overwheld with shock and fear.

"Let go now."

Yan Xinxin lightly parted her lips to remind him.

Looking into her eyes, his thin, hardened lips pressed even tighter with cold rigidity.

The crowd held their collective breaths, tension brimming as everyone stared at the unfolding scene.

For a brief mont, ti seed frozen. Then Mo Chuxi’s sword-like brows furrowed deeply, and he suddenly flung the barely-conscious yellow-haired man to the ground at Yan Zhirou’s feet!

"Ah!"