Mo Chuxi hadn’t been in the office for long before he received a call from the kindergarten.
On the other end of the line, his son’s childlike yet clear and worried voice ca through.
"Chuxi Daddy, Chun was carried away by a big brother. Xinxin said she’d bring Chun back soon, but they haven’t returned yet."
The pen in Mo Chuxi’s hand stilled sharply as he was signing his na.
"That big brother seems to be the person who yelled ’I object’ at your wedding with Xinxin last ti!"
Young Yan Chenxi had a remarkable mory. Even with just a brief glance, he never forgot a face.
Mo Chuxi quickly put down his pen and stood up, imdiately activating the locator on Yan Xinxin’s phone.
That lunatic Mu Shaoqian, what’s he up to now?
If he ever finds out that Yan Xinxin is actually his beloved Mu Qianyuan from childhood, he won’t even know how to spell regret!
Mo Chuxi drove straight to the kindergarten first to pick up Yan Chenxi.
He hadn’t intended to bring his son along to search for his wife and daughter, but Yan Chenxi was resolute.
"Chuxi Daddy, will Xinxin and Chun be okay?"
He looked at his father, his gaze filled with worry.
"They’ll be fine, don’t worry."
Mo Chuxi gave a reassuring promise, though there was a flicker of distraction in his eyes.
This little guy still called him "Chuxi Daddy" with a na attached, clearly indicating in his mind there was a distinction between "Daddy" and "Chuxi Daddy."
Yet, this little guy had also once said that he hated his biological father and wanted to beat him up.
Because his biological father had caused his beloved Xinxin so much suffering and had forced him to live as part of a single-parent family for five years without a father.
As Mo Chuxi worried about Yan Xinxin and her daughter, he was also unexpectedly unsettled by his own son.
Sooner or later, he would have to tell this kid the truth. But how would he ever get this little one to accept him, his "bad daddy"?
The Mu family’s vacation villa.
Yan Xinxin heard faint noises outside the room.
"Mama, are we going to stay here forever? Why are Sister Qianshui and Brother Shaoqian keeping us locked up?"
Little Chenxi, with her small backpack, walked over to Yan Xinxin, tugging on her dress.
"Chun, Mama is going to check it out. Be a good girl and stay here, okay?"
"Then... then Mama, co back quickly, okay?"
"Mm, Mama will co back very quickly."
Yan Xinxin smiled and nodded, gently patting the little girl’s head, before turning and walking toward the door.
Just as she placed her hand on the doorknob, it suddenly twisted slightly.
The door was pushed open, and Yan Xinxin stepped back, seeing Mu Shaoqian stride in with a cold expression. Behind him trailed Mu Qianshui, her smile sinister and malicious.
"Xixi, co to Sister Qianshui,"
Mu Qianshui forced a saccharine smile, attempting to lure little Chenxi.
Without hesitation, little Chenxi clutched tightly to Yan Xinxin’s dress and hid behind her.
"Mama..."
"Mu Qianshui, what the hell are you doing? If you don’t let us go soon, I promise Mo Chuxi will show up here in no ti!"
"Even if he does co, it’ll be too late."
Mu Shaoqian spoke with a ghostly calm, stepping closer to Yan Xinxin step by step.
"Qianshui’s right. You’re redundant. Qianyuan doesn’t need soone to replace her. The true Mrs. Mo is coming back. You... can disappear now."
Upon hearing this, Yan Xinxin saw a wicked and sinister grin appear on Mu Qianshui’s face.
"Yan Xinxin, considering you look so much like my sister Qianyuan, I’ll give you two choices—either handle this yourself, or I’ll help you disappear."
"Mu Shaoqian, wake up! Are you really going to let your dear Sister Mu Qianshui keep using you?"
Yan Xinxin felt suffocated, but she raised her starlit eyes, her gaze razor-sharp as she stared down the man before her.
"Open your eyes and take a good look at my face. Is it really just that I *look* like Mu Qianyuan?!"
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