Yan Xinxin paused in surprise, watching the middle-aged man quickly put down the watering hose and briskly walk toward her.
This man looked to be around forty, with an air of charisma and handsome features.
His brows and eyes—she was seeing them for the first time, yet somehow, they felt inexplicably familiar.
"Yuan? How could it be... how could it be..."
Mu Jingheng gazed at Yan Xinxin, his sharp black eyes filled with disbelief.
He carefully examined Yan Xinxin’s face, and his expression grew increasingly strange.
"That’s impossible..."
The innocent voice of little Chenxi broke the silence again.
Only then did Mu Jingheng snap back to reality.
"Hello, may I ask... are you Mr. Mu?"
Though it was her first time meeting this man, her strong intuition told her he was undoubtedly the master of this house.
Mu Jingheng nodded gently, his gaze lingering on Yan Xinxin’s face the entire time.
"Hello, my name is Yan Xinxin."
"Uncle Heng! Sister Xinxin is Xixi’s mommy!"
Little Chenxi proudly tugged on Yan Xinxin’s hand, shaking it as if introducing her.
Mu Jingheng seemed to suddenly realize something.
"So... you’re that Yan Xinxin."
At his words, Yan Xinxin smiled faintly.
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Mu Jingheng took another few glances at Yan Xinxin before crouching down to pick up little Chenxi.
"Xixi, it’s been so long since you’ve seen Uncle Heng. Did you miss me?"
"I did, Xixi missed Uncle Heng so much."
He held little Chenxi in his arms, his gaze full of tenderness and affection.
Watching this, Yan Xinxin couldn’t help but feel as though she had seen such an expression somewhere before.
Earlier, he had called her Yuan.
That must mean Yan Xinxin really looked very much like Mu Qianyuan.
Even though Mu Qianyuan’s appearance only existed from when she was six years old, they were still able to see traces of her in Yan Xinxin’s face. That must mean...
My face closely resembles that of a six-year-old girl?
So does that mean I have a childlike face and...?
Lost in thought, Yan Xinxin was abruptly brought back to reality by Mu Jingheng’s steady voice.
"May I ask why you came here?"
He asked, his tone sounding amiable and polite.
Yan Xinxin smiled lightly.
"Xixi said she wanted to see Mrs. Mu, so I brought her over."
Upon hearing her response, Mu Jingheng nodded.
Yan Xinxin nodded and followed in Mu Jingheng’s footsteps.
Walking behind him, it felt as though she was stepping into his footprints with each step. Her heart raced, and she increasingly felt as if something was surging up from within her chest!
Sitting in the living room sipping morning tea, Ning Zitong lit up at the sight of Mu Jingheng walking in with little Chenxi in his arms.
Seeing Ning Zitong, little Chenxi stretched out her arms and launched toward her.
It was clear that Ning Zitong must very much adore little Chenxi; otherwise, the little one wouldn’t be so close to her.
Cradling little Chenxi, Ning Zitong noticed Yan Xinxin stepping out from behind Mu Jingheng and froze for a moment.
"What are you doing here?"
"Xixi said she missed you, so I brought her over..."
"Oh? And now you’re planning to take my Xixi away after seeing her?"
"Auntie, Mommy brought Xixi back specially to play with Auntie; Auntie, please don’t be mad at Mommy."
Little Chenxi blinked her big, innocent eyes, trying to mediate.
"What Mommy? She’s not your mommy! Sister Qianshui is your—"
Halfway through her sentence, Ning Zitong cut herself off.
What Qianshui had said was a lie. Little Chenxi wasn’t her child at all. This child was merely an orphan abandoned by her biological parents and coincidentally adopted by them.
"Lady Yan, please have a seat."
Mu Jingheng greeted her warmly.
"May I ask, Lady Yan, how old are you this year? Where do you live? What do your parents do?"