In a hazy daze, Yan Xinxin’s senses were enveloped in darkness.
She felt Mu Jingheng urgently lift her up, running towards the door at lightning speed.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she caught Ning Zitong’s panicked face.
They all looked extremely tense and frightened, and the reason for this was that Yan Xinxin had suddenly fainted...
The hurried sound of "tap-tap-tap" echoed through the corridor of the inpatient wing.
Mo Chuxi, his handsome face cold and grim, walked toward a particular hospital room with a heavy expression.
From a distance, he spotted Mu Jingheng standing outside the room, seemingly in the middle of a phone call.
Hearing the footsteps, Mu Jingheng quickly ended the call and turned to face the approaching Mo Chuxi.
"Where is Yan Xinxin? What’s her condition now? Why did she suddenly faint at your house?"
Mo Chuxi questioned somberly. No sooner had he spoken than he turned and strode to the hospital room door, pushing it open with force.
Inside, Ning Zitong was tucking in Yan Xinxin’s blankets, surprised when Mo Chuxi abruptly entered.
Her hands froze, then she let go of the blanket with an indifferent smile.
"Young Master Mo, you arrived so quickly. It seems Lady Yan holds an extraordinary place in your heart."
Her words carried a faint trace of mockery.
"Xinxin is my fiancée; of course, her position in my heart is unique."
Mo Chuxi didn’t wish to argue, responding coolly before walking straight to the bedside.
Yan Xinxin had yet to awaken.
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His brows furrowed involuntarily, an ache spreading in his chest. Unable to resist, he reached out and gently stroked Yan Xinxin’s bloodless cheek.
From the side, Ning Zitong watched, her brows knitting briefly before she let out another mocking laugh.
"Young Master Mo seems deeply concerned about Lady Yan, but if you ask me, it’s only because she resembles Yuan that you’re so attentive to her."
At her words, Mo Chuxi’s long fingers stiffened, his brows knotting even tighter.
Ning Zitong looked at Mo Chuxi’s silence and let out a self-deprecating laugh.
"Just like Ah Jing and me earlier—when she suddenly felt unwell and fainted, our emotions were uncontrollably swayed by her. Do you know why?"
She asked, her eyes brimming with tears.
"It’s because her features are so strikingly similar to Yuan’s that we can’t help but be affected by her!"
Ning Zitong emphasized.
"Young Master Mo, let me be clear. The reason you want to marry Yan Xinxin is because your heart has always been tied to Yuan. You see Xinxin as Yuan’s substitute, trying to make amends for your regret—that’s all!"
After calmly hearing Ning Zitong’s words, Mo Chuxi spoke with quiet certainty. He withdrew his hand from stroking Yan Xinxin’s cheek and turned his gaze to Ning Zitong, whose eyes were red with emotion.
"Yuan indeed holds a unique place in my heart, but that significance is different from what I feel for Yan Xinxin. I’m certain my reasoning outweighs my emotions. Marrying Yan Xinxin is because I truly love her as a person. It has nothing to do with Yuan."
He answered evenly, catching through the corner of his eye the faint furrowing of Yan Xinxin’s delicate brows, although she remained unconscious.
The hospital room door swung open.
Mu Jingheng stepped in, accompanied by two doctors in white coats.
Turning decisively, Mo Chuxi spoke.
"Dean Lu, what is my fiancée’s current condition? Why did she suddenly faint?"
Dean Lu greeted him respectfully before responding.
"Lady Yan fainted due to chest pain causing momentary difficulty in breathing, leading to the loss of consciousness. After reviewing her examination report, my team and I found that the chest pain was caused by her hereditary heart condition."
Ning Zitong and Mu Jingheng, listening nearby, were both visibly startled.
"What? She has a hereditary heart condition?!"