Mu Shaoqian sneered as he shot a glance at Yang Guoping, then opened the car door, got in, and raised the convertible top.
"Do you think I don’t see through the sches you people are plotting?"
He chuckled lightly, lit a cigarette, and started the car.
"That fox Yan Xinxin is quite the scher—clinging onto Mo Chuxi, that heartless bastard, wasn’t enough, now she’s trying to scam money out of the Mu family? Dream on!"
Mu Shaoqian mocked with cold laughter.
"Just because she looks like my sister, she thinks I’d really believe she’s my sister? A second-rate knockoff trying to pass for the genuine article—I’m not that blind! She better give it up!"
With his disdainful words hanging in the air, Mu Shaoqian stepped hard on the gas and sped away.
Yang Guoping hadn’t managed to say anything and was left choking on the exhaust fus from the sports car.
"I think you *are* blind! How could Xinxin have such a foolish brother like you!"
Yang Guoping stomped his foot in anger.
As soon as his words fell, he faintly heard footsteps approaching from behind.
"You’re absolutely right—my son is indeed a fool."
Mu Jingheng’s steady voice carried a trace of restrained emotion as it ca from behind, startling Yang Guoping, who imdiately turned around.
Perhaps because he already had a suspicion deep down, when Yang Guoping saw the imposing figure of Mu Jingheng and paired it with the words he just said, he understood imdiately.
"You... You’re Xinxin’s biological father, Mr. Mu?"
Mu Jingheng looked at Yang Guoping and nodded with a smile.
"I am."
He said as he walked up to Yang Guoping, his eyes seeming to hold unspoken words.
"Mr. Yan, do you have ti? Could you co with to discuss sothing in private?"
Listening to Mu Jingheng’s polite request, Yang Guoping was sure Yan Xinxin had taken after her father’s temperant. As for that older brother’s delusional arrogance, it was probably from the mother!
"Sure."
Yang Guoping nodded.
Mu Jingheng let out a sigh of relief.
"Please wait here for —I’ll drive the car over."
"Alright."
Yang Guoping agreed and watched the retreating figure of Mu Jingheng, his gaze lifting to the grand and luxurious villa before him.
As he thought of the possibility that Yan Xinxin might never again call him "dad," his heart welled up with a bittersweet ache.
But ultimately, he couldn’t be selfish.
She was born to be an elite socialite, worlds apart from his humble and unremarkable life.
Ning Zitong had just woken up and finished freshening up. Standing on the balcony, she noticed Mu Jingheng driving out so early and couldn’t help but find it odd.
After going downstairs to ask, she discovered the entire household was gone, leaving her alone.
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Lingshui Creek.
The late sumr breeze drifted by, carrying with it a cool sweetness reminiscent of the creek’s water.
Yang Guoping stood at the spot where he had saved Yan Xinxin years ago. The scenes from that day leapt vividly to his mind.
Lost in thought about the past, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mu Jingheng walking up to him. Suddenly, it seed as though Mu Jingheng was about to kneel!
Yang Guoping snapped back to reality in shock.
"Mr. Mu, what are you doing?!"
"Eighteen years ago, Mr. Yan, you saved my precious daughter. Such imnse kindness—I truly don’t know how to begin expressing my gratitude, so..."
"There’s no need for this."
Yang Guoping hurriedly pulled him up.
"Back then, I just happened to pass by and save Xinxin by pure chance. I think it’s probably fate between and her, so Mr. Mu, you don’t need to be so thankful!"
"What in this world could possibly be more significant than a human life? Mr. Yan, you are undoubtedly the savior of our entire Mu family—this is no exaggeration."
"Yuan is the most treasured little princess of our Mu family. That she’s alive and able to return to us is a grace from the heavens. And that grace cos from you, Mr. Yan."
Mu Jingheng spoke with emotion, finally steadying himself after a long while.
"Mr. Yan, please tell —what were the circumstances when you encountered Yuan back then?"
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