Mu Shaoqian once again dropped such an explosive statent, leaving the Mu couple completely stunned and speechless by his words. It took them a long while to snap out of their shock!
"Yuan isn’t dead?!"
"Yuan really isn’t dead? Shaoqian, was it Qianshui who told you that Yuan isn’t dead? Then where is she now? Where is she?!"
Ning Zitong couldn’t control her emotions in that mont.
She rushed to Mu Shaoqian, gripping his arm tightly, tears streaming down her usually noble and elegant face.
"Hurry up and tell Mom! Where is Yuan? Where is my little princess?"
Facing Ning Zitong’s urgent questioning and Mu Jingheng’s anxious gaze, Mu Shaoqian turned around in frustration, sat down heavily on the sofa, and buried his head in his hands.
"I don’t know! That ungrateful wretch won’t tell !"
Mu Shaoqian raked his fingers through his hair, lifting his eyes in aggravation.
"I think she’s doing it on purpose. She’s so sinister and ticulous in her thinking—she must be trying to use this as leverage. She even forbade from telling you, claiming there’s no concrete information about Yuan yet, saying she didn’t want to give you false hope. So it’s also possible that this is just her lying, and Yuan is actually already dead!"
Just as hope was given, it was extinguished in an instant.
Ning Zitong’s head throbbed intensely, and her chest ached faintly. Tear after tear fell as regret and heartache intermingled.
"If this is really the case, then it’s my fault. I’m the one who killed Yuan—I’m the one who killed my precious daughter!"
"Ah Tong, don’t bla yourself. Back then, you adopted Qianshui and gave her and Yuan equal care. That was your kindness. No one could have foreseen that Qianshui would harbor such thoughts."
Mu Jingheng comforted her as fluctuations of emotion surged fiercely within him.
Yuan isn’t dead.
He wanted to believe that Mu Qianshui’s claim could turn out to be a lie within a lie.
Then, unbidden, his thoughts went to Yan Xinxin.
If Yuan really isn’t dead, could she possibly be Yan Xinxin now?
If that’s true, then why do his investigations yield completely different outcos? Could soone be interfering behind the scenes?
Watching his parents sink into contemplation and pain, Mu Shaoqian clenched his fists tightly, pressed his thin lips together firmly.
Mu Qianshui, that wicked woman.
As soon as he finds any news about Yuan, he’ll ensure Qianshui lives a life worse than death!
At sunset, as the sea breeze gently swept across the water,
Mo Manor.
Mo Chuxi’s car glided steadily into the garage. The butler quickly approached to open the car door, respectfully welcoming them as they got out.
As soon as Mo Chuxi stepped out, he picked up his petite and adorable daughter. His usually icy deanor softened into a pool of warmth in public.
"Daddy, Chun wants—wants to eat donuts today."
Little Chenxi clung to Mo Chuxi’s neck, blinking her crystal-clear, gem-like cat eyes as she sweetly spoke.
Mo Chuxi raised his hand to pinch her little nose gently.
"Then how about tonight, Daddy, Mommy, and Brother Xi all accompany Chun to make donuts together?"
"Yes!"
Little Chenxi nodded happily.
"Mommy, Mommy makes the best ones! Love Mommy the most!"
As she spoke, she turned her head to look at Yan Xinxin, who was walking beside Mo Chuxi hand in hand with Yan Chenxi.
Hearing this, Yan Xinxin offered a gentle smile, reaching out to pat the little girl’s cute head.
"Mommy also loves Chun the most."
"What about ? Don’t you like Xi anymore, Little Xinxin?"
Yan Chenxi lifted his teary, puppy-eyed gaze in grievance.
He liked his little sister Chun very much, but ever since Chun arrived, he couldn’t help feeling that Daddy Chuxi and Little Xinxin seed to care less about him.
Seeing her son’s sorrowful expression, Yan Xinxin stopped walking and quickly smiled to reassure him.
"Silly boy, of course Little Xinxin likes you! Chun is Daddy Chuxi and Little Xinxin’s most beloved princess, but Xi is Daddy Chuxi and Little Xinxin’s most beloved prince. You two are the people Daddy Chuxi and Little Xinxin love most in this lifeti."
Yan Chenxi hesitated, looking at Yan Xinxin in doubt.
"Really?"
"Of course it’s true."
Yan Xinxin smiled, reaching out to hold Yan Chenxi’s little hand.
"Xi, actually Little Xinxin wants to tell you sothing. Little Xinxin has found your biological father."
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