Mo Chuxi stopped in his tracks upon hearing those words.
It wasn’t the first ti he’d heard Yan Xinxin call him Brother Xi, but this tone, carrying an innocent and childlike naivety, was unmistakably Mu Qianyuan!
He looked down at her. The person in his arms didn’t look well, yet she was staring at him with a simple, clueless smile.
Her gaze sparkled faintly, radiating admiration and reverence.
It was clearly her as a child.
Mo Chuxi felt a sharp pain in his chest.
He hadn’t expected a few monts of arguing would cause Yan Xinxin to once again split personalities.
Thinking that she might have done so to avoid the emotional clash between them while being Yan Xinxin, letting the second personality erge to protect their relationship, Mo Chuxi felt a pang of guilt.
After all, Yan Xinxin knew deep down that when she beca Mu Qianyuan, he could never bear to bla her, much less say a harsh word to her...
So, was this foolish woman thinking that Mo Chuxi loved Mu Qianyuan more than her, Yan Xinxin?
"Brother Xi, Yuan hurts here, hurts so much!"
Yan Xinxin clutched Mo Chuxi’s collar, blinking her glass-like cat eyes, then pointed to her heart.
Mo Chuxi’s eyes brimd with warmth as he gazed at her gently.
"Yuan, don’t be scared. Brother Xi will take you to the doctor right away."
"Doctor? No, no! Seeing the doctor ans getting injections. Yuan is scared..."
She shook her head in fear, lowered her gaze, and nestled closer to his chest searching for comfort.
Mo Chuxi felt even more distressed.
"Silly girl, Brother Xi promises you, absolutely no injections, okay?"
"Really?"
"Really, silly girl."
"Hmm..."
Yan Xinxin appeared to ponder briefly, then suddenly her breaths grew rapid.
"Huff huff huff..."
She gasped for air, clutching at the fabric near her chest with her left hand.
"It hurts... Brother Xi, Yuan hurts so much!"
Seeing her condition worsen, Mo Chuxi didn’t hesitate and imdiately carried Yan Xinxin to the car.
"Stop right there, you heartless man and vixen!"
Mu Shaoqian’s annoying voice suddenly rang out from behind.
At this mont, with Yan Xinxin being all he cared for, Mo Chuxi had zero attention for anything else.
He quickly opened the car door, placed Yan Xinxin in the back seat, and shut the door.
Just as he was about to get in and drive to the hospital, Mu Shaoqian appeared beside the car door.
"Mo Chuxi, you heartless bastard!"
He scolded harshly.
Ignoring the bystanders nearby.
And those onlookers had already recognized the Crown Prince Di Jue and the frequent tabloid target, Mu family’s eldest son!
"I have no ti to waste on you. Move aside."
Mo Chuxi said coldly, his irritation evident as he bypassed Mu Shaoqian.
"Where are you rushing off to? Tsk tsk, the little vixen in the back looks quite unwell. Heard she has heart disease too? Haha! Judging by her state, it seems like she’s having a heart attack. What do you think—if you’re any later getting her to the hospital, might she die..."
"Bang!"
Before Mu Shaoqian could finish his mockery, he was struck squarely in the face by Mo Chuxi’s fist!
Caught unprepared, Mu Shaoqian staggered backward, and if Ning Zitong hadn’t rushed over to catch him, he’d have fallen flat on his back.
"Mo Chuxi! What gives you the right to hit my son!"
Ning Zitong lashed out at Mo Chuxi angrily, though she suddenly placed a hand on her own chest.
"Because this idiot deserved it!"
Mo Chuxi retorted, his annoyance bubbling over, as he tugged at his collar and vented in a cold, angry voice.
"Brains are a valuable thing; let’s hope both of you mother and son have one!"
"You!"
Ning Zitong and Mu Shaoqian felt their chests tighten at his remark.
Yan Xinxin, curled in the backseat, caught sight of the enraged Mu Shaoqian and Ning Zitong outside the car window. She painfully raised her hand to the glass.
"Mommy, Mommy... Yuan hurts so much, Mommy..."
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