Yan Xinxin felt for the first ti like she had a guilty conscience, as if she was doing sothing wrong.
She tucked away Ning Zitong’s strand of hair and then turned around.
"Mr. Mu, hello."
She parted her lips in greeting.
Mu Jingheng gave a friendly, slight smile and quickly noticed the wedding invitation placed on the coffee table.
He walked over, picked it up, and took a look.
"Congratulations, Lady Yan."
"Thank you."
Yan Xinxin expressed her gratitude, her clear, bright, and enchanting eyes fixed unblinking on the imposing man in front of her.
"Mr. Mu, will you and Mrs. Mu be attending my wedding?"
"Of course we will."
Mu Jingheng replied without hesitation.
"The Mu family and the Mo family have been close for years. Since Chuxi is getting married, we will naturally attend."
Hearing his response, Yan Xinxin nodded quietly.
It didn’t matter.
No matter the reason for attending the wedding, as long as they ca, she felt an inexplicable sense of reassurance.
"Lady Yan, may I sit down and chat with you for a bit?"
"Sure."
Snapping back to her senses, Yan Xinxin nodded and returned to her seat.
Mu Jingheng’s gaze lingered on her eyebrows and features, studying them carefully. After a long mont, he let out a soft sigh.
"If it weren’t for the fact that Lady Yan has been raised by her parents since birth, I would have thought you were my daughter Mu Qianyuan, who tragically passed away years ago."
Hearing Mu Jingheng’s words, Yan Xinxin was montarily stunned, deeply moved.
"This is a photo of my daughter, Qianyuan."
As he spoke, he opened the photo album on his phone. There was a dedicated album filled with photos of Mu Qianyuan as a child, and the album’s na was simply four words: ’Little Treasure Yuan.’
Suddenly, Yan Xinxin felt it hard to breathe, especially as she listened to Mu Jingheng’s words.
"Qianyuan was such a well-behaved and sensible child, unbelievably sweet and lovely. But who would have thought that such a child would have such a short life?"
As he spoke, he heaved another sigh, then turned to look at Yan Xinxin with a gentle smile.
"Lady Yan, don’t you think the two of you look very much alike?"
"Yes."
Yan Xinxin did not deny it.
"This little red heart..."
She pretended to notice it for the first ti, pointing at the small red heart on Mu Qianyuan’s waist in the photo.
"It’s a birthmark."
Mu Jingheng replied with a smile.
"She was born with it. Isn’t it special?"
"Yes."
Yan Xinxin nodded once more, but she felt as if sothing was stuck in her throat, making her uncomfortable.
"The year Yuan had the accident, she was only six. That day, she and Chuxi went hiking outside the city. Later, I don’t know what happened, but Qianshui suddenly ran back in a panic, saying her older sister had fallen..."
Listening to Mu Jingheng’s recollection,
Yan Xinxin took a deep breath, but that feeling of drowning and suffocation returned!
"Huff..."
She inhaled deeply, trying to ease herself.
But instead of feeling any relief, her heart raced faster, her breathing grew more labored, and there was even a wrenching pain in her chest! Her mind seed flooded with mories and images she had never seen before!
"Brother Xi, I’m going to marry you, okay?"
"Yuan, Brother Xi wants to take care of you for the rest of your life..."
"Lady Yan, are you... are you alright?"
Noticing sothing was off with Yan Xinxin, Mu Jingheng suddenly stood up, alard.
"I’m fine, I’m fine..."
Yan Xinxin forced herself to stay composed, but she gradually realized that even the things in front of her were starting to blur...
"Lady Yan, are you feeling unwell?"
Seeing that Yan Xinxin’s face was growing increasingly pale, Mu Jingheng suddenly felt as if his heart were being scorched by fire, unbearably distressed.
"Lady Yan..."
"What’s going on? Why is she still here?"
A dissatisfied Ning Zitong appeared from upstairs again, wandering down and sounding annoyed upon seeing the scene in the living room.
Yan Xinxin struggled, forcing herself to stand up while clutching her chest.
"Please... please, Mr. Mu, call an ambulance. I... I..."
Before she could finish speaking, Yan Xinxin’s vision instantly went dark, and her entire body collapsed limply onto the sofa.
"Lady Yan!"
Mu Jingheng was alard and panicked. Seeing this, Ning Zitong, standing on the stairs, felt her heart skip a beat. Ignoring the steps, she imdiately rushed downstairs in a hurry!
"Sister Xia! Sister Xia, call an ambulance! Hurry!"
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