At dusk, it was just the time when people were getting off work and heading home. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⟡𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵
This was a high-end apartment complex, and Ye Lirong suddenly kneeling like that drew quite a few people driving home to slow down and take a look.
With just one glance, they recognized Mo Chuxi.
Many people whispered to themselves, so Young Master Mo actually lives in this apartment? And no less, with this woman, Yan Xinxin, who’s about to marry him.
But, what on earth was that middle-aged woman doing over there?
Why was she kneeling in front of Yan Xinxin?
Yan Xinxin was momentarily stunned by Ye Lirong’s sudden action.
She actually knelt to her!
Noticing that more and more people around them were stopping to watch, Ye Lirong suddenly began wailing with tears streaming down her face.
"Xinxin, Mom is on her knees begging you—please, plead with Young Master Mo, spare Rou. She’s only 20 years old! You can’t ruin her life because of this!"
She wept and shouted, her voice especially loud.
"You’ve already taken Young Master Mo away from Rou, breaking her heart. And now, with this—she might not be able to take it, Xinxin..."
"I think you really want to head straight inside to join Yan Zhirou, that venomous woman whose heart is filthier than gutter oil."
Mo Chuxi’s lips parted.
His tone sounded leisurely and calm, but the icy, menacing aura in his eyes made Ye Lirong shiver.
"How could Xinxin have a despicable mother like you?"
"...Young Master Mo, I swear on my life, I just feel sorry for my daughter..."
"You feel sorry for your daughter? So Xinxin isn’t your daughter?"
Ye Lirong’s face stiffened suddenly.
"Let me tell you—Yan Zhirou, that vile woman, ended up because of you, her mother. If you want to sow confusion here now, then I’ll grant your wish. I’ll ensure all of Yan Zhirou’s deeds are published and plastered all over the internet."
"What?! Young Master Mo..."
"If you think she’s still not miserable enough, then I’ll help you out and give her a little extra push."
Mo Chuxi sneered coldly, the sliver of malice in his sharp eyes revealing his ruthless nature.
"I guarantee that even if she comes out someday, she’ll be as good as ruined!"
His cold voice resembled that of a demon from hell, and Ye Lirong’s face turned deathly pale, her mouth trembling, but no words came out.
Seeing Ye Lirong kneeling there, frozen in a daze, Yan Xinxin felt a mixture of irony and pain.
No matter what, Ye Lirong was still her mother—the one who gave birth to her, who raised her. Although she was unkind to her, in the end, family ties still ran in her blood.
Noticing Yan Xinxin’s conflicted emotions, Mo Chuxi gently patted her shoulder.
"Get in the car. You don’t need to waste your sympathy on a heartless mother ."
He said this while turning to open the car door.
Yan Xinxin furrowed her brows slightly.
"Mom, get up. No matter what you say, I won’t change my mind this time. Yan Zhirou’s current situation is of her own making—she can’t blame anyone."
After saying this, Yan Xinxin didn’t hesitate and got into the car.
Mo Chuxi didn’t spare Ye Lirong another glance and drove directly into the apartment complex gates.
The bystanders who had paused to watch earlier now fully understood what had happened. Naturally, none of them felt sorry for Ye Lirong, nor did they sympathize. Each pressed down on the gas pedal and left.
Back at the apartment, Yan Xinxin stood on the rooftop garden filled with hydrangeas, gazing toward the apartment gates, her thoughts wandering.
"Have you ever considered the possibility that woman isn’t your biological mother?"
Mo Chuxi’s suspicious voice came from behind her.
Hearing this, Yan Xinxin let out a self-mocking laugh.
She turned around as she spoke.
"Not only have I considered it, but I also went and got a DNA test."