Mo Chuxi had not expected that his impulsive action would hurt Yan Xinxin.
Seeing her frown and reflexively retract her foot, he felt a pang of heartache and reached out to hold her injured right foot.
The little toe on her foot was already visibly red.
However, Yan Xinxin didn’t seem concerned about this. Instead, she carefully reached out to collect the scattered photos on the floor and also picked up the diary.
Watching her treat these seemingly insignificant items so preciously, a sense of guilt and remorse welled within him.
On their wedding day, he had made a public vow before the entire world to protect her, cherish her, care for her, and love her for a lifeti.
But now, because of a petty disagreent, he let jealousy consu him and treated her with such a cold and indifferent attitude. Truly immature and unworthy of her!
If a wife makes a mistake, it’s because her husband didn’t handle things well enough to prevent the mistake in the first place.
So, the one truly at fault was him.
Mo Chuxi wasted no ti in thought. He scooped Yan Xinxin up in his arms and carried her to the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Sitting down beside her, he gently placed her foot on his leg and lowered his head to softly blow on her reddened little toe to ease her pain.
Yan Xinxin watched Mo Chuxi’s attentive actions, and the slight ache she felt seed to quietly dissipate...
The Mu family estate.
Unaware that Ning Zitong and Lin Yuan’ai had a minor conflict, the butler did not stop Lin Yuan’ai when she arrived for a visit.
But the mont Ning Zitong saw Lin Yuan’ai, the butler faintly sensed sothing was amiss and promptly turned to leave.
"What brings you to visit ? Are you just pretending to care and trying to ask about Yuan?"
Ning Zitong’s tone was barbed as she cast a scornful glance at Lin Yuan’ai, her expression sour.
"Your beloved son broke his promise to Yuan, married soone else instead, and now that Yuan is alive, he seems completely unbothered by it. My heart aches for her—why did my Yuan have to be so kind as to save your son back then!"
Ning Zitong spoke bitterly, her eyes unwittingly brimming with red.
Lin Yuan’ai remained seated, allowing Ning Zitong to vent her grievances first.
"The Mu family and your Mo family have been close for generations. You and I grew up together, went to school together, and built a deep bond over the decades. But today, I must admit, I cannot treat you calmly because I have to say it—Yuan holds a greater weight in my heart than anyone else!"
Hearing Ning Zitong’s heartfelt words, Lin Yuan’ai felt a mix of emotions—touched but also worried, as she recognized an echo of Yan Xinxin’s own concerns.
Ning Zitong loved Mu Qianyuan deeply—she was her only biological daughter.
But Ning Zitong hated Yan Xinxin intensely. Just like in the past, her mind had been poisoned by Mu Qianshui’s influence, leaving her with a poor impression of Yan Xinxin.
This disdain stemd from Mu Qianshui’s deliberate or inadvertent hints, suggesting Yan Xinxin had sohow taken away little Chenxi.
"Ah Tong, I didn’t co here today to argue with you. I just wanted to ask how you’ve been lately."
Lin Yuan’ai looked at Ning Zitong’s pale complexion and asked with concern, moving to sit beside her.
"Your heart has always been weak; are you still going for regular check-ups?"
Hearing Lin Yuan’ai’s worried words, Ning Zitong cast a skeptical look at her.
"Why are you suddenly asking about this?"
"I’m worried about you."
Lin Yuan’ai smiled faintly and tentatively spoke.
"I know how much you long to see Yuan again. This longing has been accumulating for nearly twenty years. If Yuan returns and you get to see her, it would surely be overwhelming for you. So I’m..."
"You’re afraid my heart won’t be able to handle it? Or is there sothing else you an to say?"
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