Yan Xinxin froze in place, startled.
She raised her hand instinctively, touching the back of her right waist, her gaze vacant.
She silently wondered in her daze, her slightly unfocused eyes lowering once more to look at the phone screen.
But at this moment, the screen was no longer displaying the photo from before. Even so, the main subject hadn’t changed.
It was still the same little girl in the playful, adorable swimsuit.
Looking at that innocent, carefree smile, she was almost certain that this little girl was Mu Qianyuan...
Mu Qianyuan also has a small heart-shaped birthmark on the back of her right waist?
Ning Zitong finally noticed someone beside her.
She lifted her teary eyes, which were clouded with mist, and suddenly stood up in anger.
"You finally had the nerve to show up? Do you know you almost killed Qianshui?"
She berated fiercely, her eyes bloodshot.
"You’re a mother too. Can’t you feel even a little of what Qianshui must be going through? You already have a son, and you’re expecting another child, but Qianshui only has Xixi—just one daughter! Do you understand that?"
Ning Zitong condemned her with all her might, and suddenly furrowed her brows, clutching at her chest as though in discomfort. Almost simultaneously, Yan Xinxin felt a surge of oppressive pain swell in her own chest.
Mo Chuxi walked up to Yan Xinxin’s side. Seeing her delicate brows knit tightly, he couldn’t help but worry.
Yan Xinxin shook her head, raising her beautiful eyes, tinged with confusion, to look at Ning Zitong, whose face was a mix of anger and sorrow.
"Young Master Mo, you’ve finally bothered to come see Qianshui?"
Ning Zitong glared at Mo Chuxi.
"What exactly did Qianshui do wrong? Her only fault is loving you too much! Is it wrong to love someone? She’s even had a child for you..."
"Don’t bring that up to me again."
Mo Chuxi cut her off, visibly displeased.
"A woman full of lies and calculations has no right to talk about love. A mother who could abandon her own daughter in an orphanage disgraces the very word ’love.’"
"For Qianyuan to have a sister like her is the greatest misfortune of her life."
Mo Chuxi’s lamenting words pierced Yan Xinxin’s ears, and her steady heartbeat instantly faltered.
"Qianshui falling in love with a cold-blooded man like you is her greatest misfortune!"
Ning Zitong roared furiously.
It was clear that she, as a mother, was standing up for her daughter.
Yan Xinxin felt a sudden heaviness in her chest for no reason.
Thinking about her own mother, she felt that the notion of maternal love was nothing short of a cruel joke for her.
"Then let that Mu lady take back her so-called love for me. I, Mo Chuxi, couldn’t care less."
"Chuxi, you... you’re absolutely heartless!"
Ning Zitong, her eyes red, looked at him with sheer despair.
"It’s lucky that Yuan didn’t marry you. If Yuan were still here, I would never have let her marry such a cold-blooded man!"
"He’s not a cold-blooded man."
Yan Xinxin blurted out in defense, even she herself seemed startled by it.
Ning Zitong sneered mockingly.
"Of course, as his future Mrs. Mo, you’d naturally defend this man."
"Qianshui is still unconscious. Yan Xinxin, listen carefully—if anything happens to my Qianshui, I’ll come after you for retribution!"
"A scheming woman lying on a hospital bed pretending to be half-dead dares to pin the blame on my future wife?"
Mo Chuxi’s composed face darkened, his eyes surging with an undercurrent.
"I will make sure to see whether she’s truly been struck so senseless, unconscious for a whole day and night!"
With that, he stepped forward, his icy eyes locked on the hospital room door ahead.
With a loud "bang," Mo Chuxi forcefully pushed the door open!