Yan Xinxin’s accurate guess made Mo Chuxi’s fingers tighten around the steering wheel.
The setting sun cast a golden glow on his handsome and resolute face, his brows firm and unwavering.
"I’ll make sure you stay healthy by my side, growing old with me."
"So that means I really have this illness, doesn’t it?"
Yan Xinxin picked up on the deeper meaning in his words.
Mo Chuxi didn’t deny it.
There was no benefit in hiding such a thing from Yan Xinxin.
"Yan Xinxin, I won’t let anything happen to you."
He offered his promise and assurance.
Yan Xinxin felt a warm current flow into her chest, filling her heart.
"Mo Chuxi, thank you. For the baby, I will take good care of myself."
She smiled brightly, without any hint of negativity or overwhelming shock.
Perhaps, having fainted once or twice before, she’d already suspected that there might be a problem with her heart. Therefore, at this moment, she appeared so composed.
In the days that followed, Yan Xinxin stayed at the apartment to rest. She didn’t go to work at Di Jue, nor did she go out at all.
She searched for the clothes she wore that day but no matter how hard she looked, she couldn’t find the strand of hair she had hidden in the pocket.
Thinking back on what had happened that day, she felt it was necessary to thank Ning Zitong and Mu Jingheng.
Recalling how nervous Mu Jingheng had been and Ning Zitong’s panicked words at that moment, Yan Xinxin’s emotions grew complicated again.
The doorbell rang, crisp and clear.
Without hesitation, Yan Xinxin turned and went to open the door.
When she opened the door and saw who was standing outside, she was slightly startled.
"Dad? Why are you here? Come in!"
She invited him in, but Yang Guoping remained where he was, looking at Yan Xinxin with a downcast expression.
"Xinxin, I’ve come to see you to ask one thing of you."
"Dad wants me to let Yan Zhirou go, doesn’t he?"
Yan Xinxin quickly deduced.
Yang Guoping nodded in admission.
"I know Rou has done terrible things to you, and I know her actions are indeed hard to forgive, but I still hope that, for my sake, you can forgive her this time."
Faced with Yang Guoping’s plea, Yan Xinxin felt as if her heart had been cut by a knife.
"You and Rou are both my daughters. I don’t want to see you hurt, and I also hope your sister doesn’t suffer, so Xinxin, I’m begging you!"
Yang Guoping implored, and as he spoke, he made a move to kneel.
Yan Xinxin was startled and quickly reached out to stop him.
"Dad! Please don’t do this!"
Yan Xinxin stopped him, her eyes gradually turning red and warm with unshed tears.
"I will never forgive Yan Zhirou, no matter what. But since you’ve asked, I’ll talk to Chuxi and ask him to go easy on her."
She simply couldn’t refuse this father who had cared for her so deeply since she was little.
"Xinxin, I’m sorry to put you through this!"
Yang Guoping knew his request was excessive, but he had no other choice.
He, too, believed Yan Zhirou brought this on herself. However, Ye Lirong had been crying and berating him at home every day, pressuring and urging him relentlessly. He was left with no option but to come to Yan Xinxin.
"Dad, I don’t feel wronged. In this life, having a father as good as you is something I feel grateful and honored for."
Yan Xinxin expressed her gratitude from the depths of her heart.
"Thank you for giving me the gift of life and raising me. I hope that on my wedding day, I can see you there to give me your blessing. That way, I’ll have no regrets."
"Seeing you get married is what I’ve always wanted most,"
Yang Guoping said sincerely. Looking at Yan Xinxin, who was so full of gratitude and kindness, he was overcome with guilt and conflict.
"Perhaps I was wrong."
He lowered his head, murmuring to himself.
"Maybe I shouldn’t have brought you home all those years ago. Then, over the past decade, you wouldn’t have had to suffer so much." Google seaʀᴄh 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝙣𝙚𝙩