The rain at the end of autumn and the start of winter carried a sense of damp coldness.
Mo Chuxi really wanted to take Yan Xinxin out for a break, but the weather didn’t allow it.
Returning to Mo Manor, he accompanied Yan Xinxin back to the room.
The drizzle, like dense little needles, pierced Yan Xinxin’s heart.
She took out the paternity test report from the drawer.
Flipping to the last page’s conclusion, the words "Confird Biological" were clearly visible.
"Plop."
Tears fell onto the paper, and recalling the recent events, her heart remained restless.
As sorrow and sadness gripped her, the hand holding the paper was tightly grasped by his warm palms.
Yan Xinxin recalled her thoughts, slowly turning her head to look at the man sitting beside her.
At the mont their eyes t, it was as if he understood all the words she wanted to say. Yan Xinxin bit her lip hard, crying as she threw herself into Mo Chuxi’s broad embrace.
"Xi!"
She cried out.
This cry almost broke Mo Chuxi’s heart!
He raised his hand to hold her tightly, gently stroking her long hair to comfort her.
"Cry, my dear. It will feel better after you cry. And when you’re done, rember what your husband said to you: You must be strong, brave, live better and more brilliantly than now, and face those who hurt you with the most perfect posture."
He soothed her with tender words, yet his deep eyes reflected a cold, hostile look.
She cried because she was hurt by her own people.
And those people were indeed hateful, vile, and deserved to die...
Mo Chuxi held Yan Xinxin, listening as her sobs gradually quieted to soft whimpers, before carefully releasing her from his embrace.
The face before him, like a pear blossom bathed in rain, and those beautifully red, swollen eyes from crying, tugged painfully at Mo Chuxi’s heart.
"Xinxin."
"Xi, who am I, really?"
She suddenly felt lost.
She wasn’t born to Yang Guoping and Ye Lirong, and when she found her biological parents, the test results now told her she wasn’t.
Then who is she, really?
"Silly girl, you are my wife, the lady of the Mo family, and the richest woman in An City!"
He smiled softly.
Hearing this, Yan Xinxin stopped sobbing, feeling the love and pampering in his affectionate gaze.
"Xixi No. 1, aren’t you afraid that one day I’ll run away with everything you’ve given ?"
Mo Chuxi smiled at her words, gently rubbing a certain spot on Yan Xinxin’s left arm with his fingertip.
"No matter how far you run, I’ll find you."
"Xi..."
"Stop crying, I feel heartache."
He stopped the wave of tears threatening to erupt, raising his hand to touch her cheek.
"Xinxin, who you are doesn’t matter to . What matters is that I’m certain I love you."
"Xi..."
"Sweetheart, hang in there."
Yan Xinxin squeezed Mo Chuxi’s hand and nodded.
"I will hang in there. I won’t dwell on my troubles anymore. I will do what I want and greet everyone who has hurt with my brightest smile. From now on, Mrs. Mo will be strong, and never let Xixi No. 1 worry or feel heartache for again!"
Hearing her solemn promise, Mo Chuxi smiled in relief, leaned forward, and kissed her brow.
"That’s the right way for Mrs. Mo to open up."
He laughed playfully.
Yan Xinxin pursed her lips with a light smile, the bitterness in her heart still strong, yet at this mont, the sweetness was also strong.
Yes.
Just as Mo Chuxi said, she must be strong!
No matter if she is Yan Xinxin or Mu Qianyuan! It no longer matters.
What matters is that she is Mrs. Mo, the woman of the Crown Prince Di Jue!
From this mont on, she will be reborn from the ashes, transforming into a butterfly!
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