Yan Xinxin never expected Lin Yuan’ai to ask such a question!
Her action of peeling the shrimp paused for a mont, and her expression subtly changed.
"Mom, why... why would you ask that?"
Yan Xinxin composed herself and responded with a soft smile.
Lin Yuan’ai gracefully took a sip of soup.
"Oh, it’s nothing. I just think I might have figured out who your biological parents are."
"..."
Hearing Lin Yuan’ai’s words, Yan Xinxin worked hard to maintain her composure.
"I don’t have any birthmarks."
She denied it.
She wasn’t even ready yet to recognize her connection to the Mu family, let alone confront whatever would happen if Lin Yuan’ai found out now.
Every single one of them detested her as Yan Xinxin, yet each of them seed to cherish and long for Mu Qianyuan with all their hearts.
If one day they discovered that she, Yan Xinxin, was Mu Qianyuan, such a stark contrast would surely be unacceptable to so.
And besides...
Yan Xinxin could feel the pounding of her own heart.
She had a hereditary heart condition, which ant it was passed down from Ning Zitong. This also ant Ning Zitong had a heart condition too.
A hereditary disease like this—trying to cure it completely was almost impossible.
Whenever she thought of Ning Zitong’s repelling gaze towards her, contrasted with the deep longing he showed for Mu Qianyuan, she couldn’t bring herself to say anything for now.
"Xinxin, next week the kindergarten is holding a family marathon. Are you really too busy to join and Chun?"
Little Yan Chenxi looked at Yan Xinxin with both disappointnt and sadness.
"Chun really hopes to run, run, run with Daddy and Mommy..."
"Since the kids want you to join their kindergarten activity so much, you might as well skip this exhibition."
When it ca to matters like this, Lin Yuan’ai naturally took the side of her grandson and granddaughter.
"The marathon is on Sunday next week. I think I should be able to make it back in ti."
As Yan Xinxin spoke, she reached out her finger toward little Chenxi.
"Chun, Mommy pinky promises to join you in the run, run, run. How about that?"
"Mhm! Pinky promise!"
Hearing Yan Xinxin’s reassuring answer, the little one’s face lit up with a joyful smile.
The night grew late, and the post-rain sky was crystal clear.
After putting the two little ones to sleep, Yan Xinxin finally returned to her room, exhausted, and collapsed onto the bed.
She glanced at the two scars on her knees, but too tired to deal with them, she soon drifted off into a haze of slumber...
In the middle of the night, Yan Xinxin half-consciously felt as though she were dreaming.
And... it was the kind of dream that made her heart race and her face flush!
She couldn’t see the man’s face clearly, but the familiar warmth and scent had already carved themselves deep into her mory.
But even though it was a dream, Yan Xinxin increasingly felt like it was becoming real...
She drowsily opened her sleep-heavy eyes, and under the soft moonlight, locked eyes with a pair of deep, hazy pupils.
Yan Xinxin instantly snapped awake. Just as she tried to move, she realized she was firmly pinned down by Mo Chuxi.
He lowered his head and captured her lips. His kiss carried a richness of red wine, and judging by the strong alcohol sll, it was clear he had been drinking a lot.
"Mo Chuxi, you’re drunk!"
Yan Xinxin raised a hand to push him away.
But he smiled at her, his lips curling with a trace of indulgent desire.
"That’s right, I’m drunk. So, when a man gets drunk, what do you think he wants to do? Hmm?"
"..."
"You wouldn’t let touch you during the usual hours. But now, as your husband, if I want to sleep with my wife at this ti, surely you wouldn’t mind, would you?"
Hearing his devilish and teasing words, Yan Xinxin thought about scolding him awake. But Mo Chuxi, as if consud by madness, suddenly grabbed the collar of her nightgown and tore it apart with force!
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