When Yan Xinxin said those words, Mo Chuxi felt a piercing pain, as if his heart were being sliced open.
But just as he intended to push the door open and teach Ye Lirong a lesson, Yan Xinxin’s last words froze him in place!
"You wretched girl! Are you blaming me now for killing your daughter?"
Ye Lirong retorted angrily, devoid of any trace of remorse.
Mo Chuxi was thoroughly stunned.
Yan Xinxin had a daughter?
"If it weren’t for your promiscuity back then, sleeping with men, how would things have turned out this way!"
Ye Lirong pushed all the blame onto Yan Xinxin.
"Who caused your malnutrition? Who made your body so weak that you gave birth to two children at once, only for the youngest to die of heart failure mere moments after birth? Wasn’t it all your own doing?"
Ye Lirong’s words dealt an overwhelming blow to Mo Chuxi’s heart and mind!
On Mo Chuxi’s face, which rarely showed any emotion, this time there appeared an utterly shocked and drastic change!
"Yes, it’s my fault. It’s all my fault."
Yan Xinxin had completely given up.
"After this visit, I will never set foot in this place again."
"So you’re cutting ties with me now, right? Fine, one million!"
Ye Lirong named her price.
"As long as you give me a million in child-rearing costs, from now on I’ll act like I never had a daughter!"
Seeing how quickly Yan Xinxin agreed, Ye Lirong immediately regretted quoting such a low amount!
The Mo family has plenty of money; one million is merely a drop in the bucket for them!
"Well, the future Mrs. Mo is certainly generous! Offering one million just like that! Since you’re so rich now, giving more shouldn’t be a problem, right? Let’s make it ten million then!"
Ye Lirong greedily tried to push her luck.
With a loud "bang," Mo Chuxi finally lost his patience and kicked the door open.
"You won’t get ten million, and you won’t even get one million!"
Mo Chuxi pushed the door open and walked in, his strikingly handsome face covered in frost.
Ye Lirong froze in terror, a chill running up from the soles of her feet.
"Mo, Mo Young Master..."
Mo Chuxi roared furiously.
"You’re Xinxin’s mother—you gave birth to her, raised her, educated her. That’s only natural. When she earns money and honors you, that’s what she should do. Since when did this become a business transaction, up for negotiation? Hmm?"
His icy gaze locked onto her, and his domineering tone left Ye Lirong trembling as her confidence crumbled!
"Mo Young Master, I—I was just speaking out of anger, that’s all..."
"How could a foolish old woman like you have given birth to such an outstanding daughter as Xinxin?"
Mo Chuxi wasn’t interested in hearing another word from her.
"Xinxin will soon become Mrs. Mo. As her mother, won’t you reap countless benefits? But no—you’re short-sighted and cut off your own path. Don’t even think about ten million; I wouldn’t spare even a penny for you. I’d sooner toss it to a beggar on the street than give it to you!"
The overpowering, soul-shaking aura had drained all color from Ye Lirong’s face.
Seeing Yan Xinxin already holding the household registry book, Mo Chuxi reached out and pulled her into his embrace.
"Xinxin, let’s go home."
Without a moment’s hesitation, Yan Xinxin glanced at Ye Lirong’s defeated expression and chose to follow Mo Chuxi, turning to leave.
At the doorway, Yan Zhirou was still arguing with those nosy relatives, while the hallway was now filled with neighboring onlookers watching the drama unfold.
When the Crown Prince emerged, holding Yan Xinxin, everyone wisely stepped aside.
Once in the car, Yan Xinxin stared at the household registry book in her hands, her emotions finally settling.
But at this moment, Mo Chuxi’s heart was anything but calm.
He turned his head, his heartbeat unsteady as he gazed at the stunning profile of the woman illuminated by the faint glow of the car’s headlights.
"Yan Xinxin, back then... you were pregnant with twins? Aside from Xi, you also had a daughter—but she... passed away?"