His comforting voice at this mont felt more like a tear-inducing trigger, and Yan Xinxin’s vision was quickly overwheld by tears.
"Chuxi..."
She leaned against his chest, her heart filled with countless unspoken words.
"Did I do the wrong thing by keeping silent? Should I have told them I might actually be Mu Qianyuan?"
She choked up, her eyes blurred and cloudy.
Mo Chuxi raised his hand gently, brushing against her head as he spoke softly to comfort her.
"If I were in your shoes, I wouldn’t know how to face my family either."
As he spoke, he loosened his embrace, lifting his hands to cradle her tear-stricken face tenderly.
"No matter what, I’ll support your decision."
"Chuxi..."
"Earlier, she said Mu Qianyuan is still alive. This revelation, in my opinion, is most likely leaked by Mu Qianshui."
"But how could she know that Mu Qianyuan is still alive?"
Yan Xinxin felt puzzled.
Even she herself didn’t have definitive proof to confirm she was Mu Qianyuan, so how did Mu Qianshui co to know?
"You can never truly know what a malicious person is scheming."
Mo Chuxi flashed a gentle smile, his fingertip softly brushing away the warm tear from the corner of Yan Xinxin’s eye.
"Xinxin, honestly, I think your father might have already sensed sothing about you. He just hasn’t been able to fully confirm it yet. Perhaps that’s why Mu Qianshui picked up on traces linking you to being Mu Qianyuan."
As she heard his words, a faint trace of light flickered amidst the tears shining in Yan Xinxin’s eyes.
"Really? Could it be that my face alone would lead him to think I’m truly his daughter?"
She grabbed his hand excitedly and asked.
Her emotions toward Mu Jingheng were distinctly different.
The day she first visited the Mu family with little Chenxi and saw him, an inexplicable sense of familiarity and warmth surged within her.
Compared to Ning Zitong and Mu Shaoqian, Mu Jingheng was undoubtedly far more composed and rational.
Mo Chuxi smiled gently, his hand softly caressing Yan Xinxin’s cheek.
"Maybe even the woman who just left was once troubled by the thought that you could be her daughter."
His words caught her slightly off guard.
"But she couldn’t bring herself to accept it. That’s why she’d rather believe you aren’t. She also probably didn’t dare to take your DNA sample for a paternity test because, no matter the result, it would be one she couldn’t bear to face."
Silently absorbing his words, Yan Xinxin felt an even deeper ache in her heart, alongside her urge to cry.
For so reason, she suddenly felt a surge of sympathy for Ning Zitong.
Perhaps both she and Mu Shaoqian were stuck in obsession, and the root cause leading them astray was likely Mu Qianyuan.
As she was lost in thought, Mo Chuxi let go of her hand and walked to the spot where Ning Zitong had been standing earlier.
His sharp and slender eyes narrowed slightly as he extended his hand and bent over to pick up a strand of hair.
Yan Xinxin wiped away her tear-induced blurred vision and walked up to Mo Chuxi.
"Chuxi?"
"Xinxin, let’s do a paternity test."
He spoke firmly, holding the strand of hair in his hand, his gaze steady and resolute.
"She claid she ca today to tell you Mu Qianyuan is still alive, but as I see it, this could very well be the chance to prove you two have a biological mother-daughter relationship."
Every word Mo Chuxi uttered seed to heal Yan Xinxin’s wounded heart.
He looked at her, his calm deanor always standing strong, far surpassing anyone else—though at tis, when facing Yan Xinxin, it was easy for him to lose control.
"Don’t hesitate. I’ll take you there now. I’ll make sure they process it with priority so we can get the results before the end of the day, okay?"
He said this as he carefully saved Ning Zitong’s strand of hair and gently took Yan Xinxin’s hand in his own.
Just as they were about to reach the door, Yan Xinxin suddenly stopped in her tracks!
"Xinxin?"
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