"No, no!"
Seeing Yan Xinxin heading towards the kitchen, Lan Xuan quickly darted forward to block her way.
"The delivery guy was indeed handso, but he’s long gone!"
Lan Xuan spoke while glancing towards the kitchen with so unease, then pulled Yan Xinxin towards the dining room.
"Go wash your hands quickly. Dinner’s ready, and I’ve prepared sothing special for you after the al!"
"Eh? Sothing special?"
Yan Xinxin sounded confused.
"Be good, go wash your hands."
Lan Xuan gently nudged her shoulder.
Yan Xinxin turned and headed towards the bathroom. As she passed by the kitchen, she instinctively glanced inside. Nothing seed out of place, except for the delicious aroma of food wafting through.
Have takeout standards beco this good?
She thought to herself, then went to wash her hands. By the ti she returned to the dining room, Lan Xuan had already served the dishes.
Yan Xinxin felt a surge of warmth in her heart. At such a hopeless point in her life, having a friend she could truly rely on was a rare treasure.
"Co on, don’t get all emotional! Hurry up and eat!"
Lan Xuan called out.
Yan Xinxin didn’t hesitate and naturally sat down to eat with Lan Xuan.
Four dishes and one soup—everything looked clean and not greasy.
After her postpartum recovery, this was the first day her appetite felt sowhat back to normal.
After they finished eating, Lan Xuan mysteriously disappeared into the kitchen. A mont later, she ca out carrying a steaming bowl of soup.
"Ta-da! Aromatic pigeon and goji berry soup!"
Lan Xuan announced as she placed the steaming bowl in front of Yan Xinxin.
Yan Xinxin was a little surprised.
Was this specially made for her?
She had just gone through postpartum recovery, and this soup was clearly crafted specifically for won in her situation.
"Xinxin, don’t take your body for granted. No matter what happened before, life always moves forward."
Lan Xuan’s words made Yan Xinxin pause in thought.
"Lan Lan, you rarely say such philosophical things."
"You think it’s profound too? That ans I’m right!"
Lan Xuan replied and sat down across from Yan Xinxin, probing cautiously.
"Xinxin, let ask you—how long will it take for you to let go of your anger?"
"Let go of my anger?"
Yan Xinxin looked puzzled as she raised her eyes, sipping the soup, which was rich and exceptionally flavorful.
"Are you talking about and Mo Chuxi?"
"Of course, that’s what I’m talking about!"
Lan Xuan nodded emphatically and glanced towards the kitchen.
"Honestly, I really don’t think Young Master Mo is the type of man who’d sleep with just any woman. Isn’t it possible there’s so hidden truth about what happened five years ago?"
The ntion of "hidden truth" made Yan Xinxin hesitate briefly.
She rembered what Mo Chuxi had told her earlier: five years ago, he had been drugged by Mu Qianshui.
At first, he assud he had been involved with Mu Qianshui, but he later claid he had investigated and found out that nothing had happened between them.
Back then, the way he looked at her was strange, as if he was about to blurt sothing out but held back.
"Xinxin, you and Young Master Mo have registered your marriage, you’re officially married, and you even have a son. The whole world knows you’re his wife. Right now, he’s giving you and the baby a ho—couldn’t that be the best outco?"
Lan Xuan urged sincerely.
"Before, you didn’t know who the man who hurt you was, so your son had no father to call his own. But now, his father is right by his side. Have you thought about giving Xi a complete family?"
Listening to Lan Xuan’s genuine and kind advice, Yan Xinxin softly smiled, raising her water-clear eyes tinged with complexities.
"Lan Lan, you know what? Actually, after calming down these past two days, there’s sothing I’ve found joy in."
"Eh?"
Lan Xuan was surprised and puzzled.
"Found joy in sothing? What could make you happy at a ti like this?"
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