Yan Xinxin put down the spoon and let out a soft sigh.
"I feel lucky... No matter if it was five years ago or five years later, I’ve only ever belonged to one man."
As she spoke, a faint trace of self-mockery appeared within her smile.
"Do you think I’m being stupid for saying this? Being slept with by a stranger, yet feeling fortunate it was him and not soone else... It’s really ironic."
She chuckled softly after speaking.
"Fate really played good this ti."
Lan Xuan silently watched Yan Xinxin and couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy.
"If that’s the case, you still can’t forgive Young Master Mo?"
Yan Xinxin gently shook her head.
"For now, I just want to recuperate and then go with Master to participate in the International Jewelry Design Competition. That’s my dream, and right now, this dream can also help shift my focus away from the pain... Killing two birds with one stone."
She smiled lightly and picked up the soup bowl.
"I’ll go back to my room to eat and maybe read for a while."
As Yan Xinxin spoke, she stood up, taking small steps as she turned and walked toward her room.
Lan Xuan remained seated, letting out a soft sigh of resignation.
"Sigh—"
"Take care of her for ."
A low, magnetic male voice suddenly sounded from nearby, and Lan Xuan abruptly looked up to see the man standing before her.
"I’ll co back again tomorrow."
"..."
Lan Xuan was montarily speechless, noticing that Mo Chuxi seed to be gazing longingly toward Yan Xinxin’s room. In this mont, she found herself pitying this Young Master Mo instead.
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Mo Manor.
The al didn’t begin until Mo Chuxi returned.
"Papa, isn’t Mama coming ho yet?"
Chenxi blinked her crystal-clear, innocent eyes as she asked.
Little Yan Chenxi also lifted his bright, lively gaze, staring intently at Mo Chuxi.
Mo Chuxi raised his hand, gently ruffling Yan Chenxi’s little head, his lips curling into a faint smile as he patiently explained.
"Your Mama Xinxin is currently staying at Sister Lan Lan’s house. She’s busy working on design drafts to participate in a competition. Once the competition is over, Daddy will bring her ho with us."
"Really?"
Little Yan Chenxi asked doubtfully.
Mo Chuxi smiled further.
"Do we need a pinky promise?"
He extended his finger proactively.
Yan Chenxi shook his head, answering seriously.
"This is a promise between n; we don’t need a pinky promise!"
"Alright, alright, my little princess and little gentleman, hurry up and eat your al!"
Lin Yuan’ai coaxed with a beaming smile as she kept adding food to their bowls.
Looking at these two bright and adorable heirs, her heart was filled with delight!
Yan Xinxin, in her eyes, didn’t seem capable of much, but the children she bore—she was 120 percent satisfied!
Late at night, when the world was silent.
Yan Xinxin sat on her bed, still holding her laptop as she browsed through various materials.
anwhile, Mo Chuxi rested against the large bed in their new ho, ticulously flipping through records of Yan Xinxin’s growth from childhood to present, as well as the unease and painful experiences he had caused her over the last five years...
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Mu Qianshui left the hospital in perfect health after enjoying a week of restful recovery.
Driving her flamboyant pink Maserati, the first place she headed to was that rundown apartnt complex.
The gossip-loving middle-aged won who frequented the area were no strangers to Mu Qianshui. It was rather odd, though—since when had the Yan family beco a magnet for wealthy heirs and young ladies from Ancheng’s prominent families?
"I really saw Mu Qianshui’s car! She must be coming to ask for that million yuan back!"
Mu Qianshui had just approached the door of unit 303 when she overheard Yan Zhirou’s voice, accompanied by the sound of the door opening.
Yan Zhirou imdiately stepped back once she crossed the threshold.
"You..."
"What? Failing to carry out the job and now planning to run away with my money?"
"Miss Qianshui!"
As soon as Ye Lirong saw Mu Qianshui, she excitedly called out and didn’t forget to butter her up with flattering pleasantries. Her gaze, however, kept darting toward the S-shaped birthmark on Mu Qianshui’s right wrist.
"Miss Qianshui, please co inside to talk!"
"Alright."
Mu Qianshui smiled faintly, maintaining an air of composure as she looked at Ye Lirong.
"I ca here today to find out one thing. As long as you give a clear answer, consider that million yuan my paynt for the information."
"What is it?"
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