For so many years, this was the first time Mu Qianshui heard Mo Chuxi curse—and it was all because of a woman!
"Chuxi! Let go of Qianshui! She’s going to be strangled to death by you!"
Seeing Mu Qianshui’s flushed face, struggling to breathe, Ning Zitong was utterly terrified!
"Chuxi! Qianshui was wrong, but it’s only because she loves you too much! Please, for Yuan’s sake, let her go, okay?"
Mo Chuxi let out a cold, disdainful laugh, his voice chilling and bone-deep.
"A woman with such vile intentions, this twisted kind of love—get as far away from me as you can!"
He threw her aside in a fit of rage, and the nearly suffocated Mu Qianshui collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon, coughing and gasping incessantly. Her always-proud, slender neck now bore a glaring red mark from his grip.
Mu Qianshui had expected Mo Chuxi to get angry, but she never imagined he’d be furious to this extent!
"Qianshui, Qianshui, are you okay?"
Ning Zitong hurriedly bent down to help Mu Qianshui, who was sprawled on the ground.
Mu Qianshui held her neck, her tears dripping uncontrollably.
"Mom, it’s me—it’s all on me. I shouldn’t have lied to Chuxi, cough cough, and I shouldn’t have hidden from all of you and secretly given birth to Chenxi, only to... only to send her to an orphanage. It’s all my fault..."
"Qianshui, tell me, is Xixi really..."
Before Ning Zitong could finish her sentence, Mu Qianshui nodded heavily, lifting her tear-stained eyes to look at his cold, shadowed face.
"Chuxi, I know no matter what I say, you won’t believe me. But I swear, Xixi really is your daughter! You can take her for DNA testing—the machines don’t lie..."
As Mu Qianshui spoke, the veins on Mo Chuxi’s forehead bulged one by one. His face grew darker with fury, and an ominous energy swirled in his icy gaze, ready to erupt at any moment!
Mu Qianshui’s pupils contracted, sensing danger.
A soft, childish voice suddenly rang out, immediately calming Mu Qianshui.
Little Chenxi was now her best trump card, her most effective shield!
Seeing the tiny figure bounding happily down the stairs, her small legs pumping, Mo Chuxi stared at her in a daze, the hostility in his eyes silently dissipating.
Chenxi ran to his legs, her soft little hands hugging them tightly. Mo Chuxi
felt the cold hardness inside him gradually being eroded.
He had never imagined that he would have a daughter—and that this child was the one Yan Xinxin had brought back all those years ago.
"Papa, earlier today, Xinxin sister came to see me. Xixi was so happy! Papa also came to see Xixi, so now Xixi is even happier."
The little girl clung to his leg, blinking her innocent and curious eyes. She turned her head and saw Mu Qianshui’s tear-streaked face, her small brows furrowing.
"Qianshui sister, why are you crying?"
She asked in her naive, childish voice, spinning around and trying to walk toward Mu Qianshui. But before she could, Mo Chuxi scooped her up in his arms.
Mu Qianshui called out emotionally, her pain evident.
Mo Chuxi shot her a look of disgust, his sharp, piercing gaze stopping her in her tracks.
"Remember what I just said. Don’t you dare trouble Yan Xinxin again. If you do, I will repay you tenfold on her behalf."
Hearing Mo Chuxi’s warning, Mu Qianshui froze, staring in shock as he turned and walked away, carrying little Chenxi.
As night fell, Yan Xinxin’s son had come home from school, but she still couldn’t ease her restless mind.
The apartment door unlocked with a sound, and Yan Xinxin quickly turned around, only to be surprised by the sight of Mo Chuxi carrying little Chenxi inside!
She immediately turned and walked toward them, but before she could speak, Mo Chuxi stepped right in front of her.
"Yan Xinxin, from today onward, Chenxi is your daughter."