The sound of doubt fell, and both Mu Qianshui and Mira turned their heads simultaneously to look at the little girl still unconscious on the hospital bed.
Even though Chenxi’s face lacked any color at the moment, her features, aside from her tightly shut eyes, were still quite distinct.
"Looking closely , she does kind of resemble Young Master Mo."
Mira observed curiously.
"But this might just be a coincidence. Baby, why would you suddenly say that? Could it be you’re suspecting Xixi is Mo’s daughter? That’s impossible! Young Master Mo has never been with any woman, so how could he..."
Mu Qianshui coldly interrupted.
"He slept with Yan Xinxin, and that woman even gave Chuxi a son!"
"Oh, so you’re talking about that wretched woman!"
Mira chuckled dismissively, then furrowed her brows in confusion.
"But what does this have to do with Xixi?"
Upon hearing this, Mu Qianshui fell silent, but her gaze remained fixed on little Chenxi’s face.
"Five years ago, for the so-called charity project, the Mu family adopted this child from an orphanage. As for her background, the answer given by the director back then was quite vague."
Mu Qianshui spoke, feeling increasingly uneasy in her heart.
"Mira, do you still remember the night before I went to study in M Country five years ago? You gave me something."
"You mean... that thing called Mist of Daze?"
Mira grew more puzzled as she listened.
"But didn’t you say nothing happened between you and Young Master Mo that night?"
"Indeed, nothing happened between Chuxi and me. But I’m not sure if he later got involved with another woman..."
Mu Qianshui narrowed her eyes slightly.
"I poured the entire thing into his drink."
"You... you used the whole amount?"
Mira looked at Mu Qianshui in shock.
She could now fully grasp how much Mu Qianshui had wanted to share a night with Mo Chuxi. Yet, Mu Qianshui hadn’t succeeded, but Mo Chuxi, after consuming the hallucinogenic substance, would undoubtedly have needed to vent himself to feel at ease.
Unless his self-control had reached an unimaginable level.
Mu Qianshui fell silent in contemplation for a few seconds, then reached out and touched the thick, black hair of little Chenxi.
Without hesitation, she directly yanked out a strand.
"Baby, are you taking Xixi’s hair because you’re planning to..."
"Although I feel it’s a bit far-fetched, I won’t feel at ease unless I verify it. If it’s not true, that’s the best outcome. But if it is..."
"Even if Mo really slept with some woman that night, he would’ve made sure to have her take the pill afterward!"
"But what if the woman pretended to take it but didn’t? Or, what if she got pregnant and told Chuxi, but Chuxi didn’t care? That woman, faced with Chuxi’s power and unable to raise the child on her own, might have abandoned the baby at the orphanage."
Listening to Mu Qianshui’s increasingly outrageous analysis, Mira could only feel it was utterly preposterous.
"Honey, I think what you just said could be turned into a drama script. Something like that would never happen!"
"If someone like Yan Xinxin, poor, lowly, and insignificant, could make Chuxi sleep with her, then what’s impossible?"
Mu Qianshui said as she took out a tissue, wrapped the hair in it, and tucked it into her pocket.
"Stay here and take care of Xixi. I need to go somewhere."
"You’re going to Yan Xinxin’s hospital room to find Young Master Mo?"
"You’re wrong. While they’re all here, I’m going somewhere else!"