Mu Shaoqian handed the document folder over, his smile deep.
Yan Xinxin didn’t want to accept anything from Mu Shaoqian, but the current circumstances left her no room to refuse.
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She smiled politely, extending her hand to take it.
Mu Shaoqian teasingly pulled his hand back again.
"Lady Yan, you look absolutely stunning today. It’s no wonder our Young Master Mo was so smitten with you five years ago."
He paused, leaning in slightly toward Yan Xinxin, lowering his voice all of a sudden.
"Smitten enough to use forceful means to steal your innocence just to have you, and then shamelessly pretending as if nothing had ever happened, living his carefree life as a young master!"
As his words fell, Yan Xinxin’s beautiful eyes widened in shock.
Watching his frivolous smile, Mo Chuxi erupted in anger.
"Stay away from my wife."
Mu Shaoqian readily agreed, a teasing smile lingering on his face as he gazed at Yan Xinxin, whose expression had subtly changed.
"Lady Yan, please accept this humble gift from me. Though my wedding present consists only of a few sheets of paper, the truth within them is what you’ve wanted to know for the past five years!"
Yan Xinxin’s heartbeat suddenly quickened.
Standing beside her, Mo Chuxi paused briefly, his eyes darting to the document Yan Xinxin had just taken, sensing something unusual.
The guests seated below had no idea what was happening or what kind of document Mu Shaoqian had handed over to Yan Xinxin. All they noticed was the visible change in expression on both Yan Xinxin’s and Mo Chuxi’s faces.
The priest lightly cleared his throat, interrupting again.
"Shall we proceed with the vows, or not?"
Mo Chuxi glanced at the momentarily dazed Yan Xinxin, seized her hand firmly, and grabbed the document, throwing it toward Mo Qingning.
He spoke while holding Yan Xinxin, turning her back toward the priest and the altar.
Yan Xinxin let him lead her, but her thoughts at the moment were in utter chaos.
"Yan Xinxin, are you sure you want to proceed?"
Mu Shaoqian’s mocking voice came from behind.
"Weren’t you the one who kept insisting how much you hated that man from five years ago? And yet now, you’re about to marry him happily?"
Yan Xinxin froze in shock, her bouquet falling suddenly to the ground as Mo Chuxi’s heartstrings snapped along with it.
She stared in stunned disbelief, her beautiful eyes wide open, her heart pounding furiously.
"What... what did you say?"
Yan Xinxin swiftly turned around, her eyes catching Mu Shaoqian’s smug expression.
"You want clarity? Fine, I’ll tell you!"
Mo Chuxi’s voice cut in coldly, his gaze even more chilling.
"I won’t shut up today! Even if you kill me, I’ll tell Lady Yan the entire truth! You’ve kept it from her for so long—doesn’t your conscience, Young Master Mo, ever weigh on you?"
Mu Shaoqian wore an expression as though determined to go all out, seemingly full of good intentions.
Yan Xinxin’s face turned pale, her beautiful eyes losing their focus. All she could see was Mu Shaoqian’s mouth opening and closing, followed by the piercing truth in her ears—one too overwhelming to accept.
"Yan Xinxin, surely you haven’t forgotten what happened the night of June 6th, five years ago, right?"
"Let me make it crystal clear for you now: the man you’ve loathed for five years—that man—is the very same man standing beside you as your soon-to-be husband!"
"The man who brought you that nightmarish evening and five years of torment was none other than him, Mo Chuxi!"
"He’s been deceiving you all along! From start to finish, he’s stood as the sharp-minded observer, watching you foolishly be led astray by him!"
"Do you know why your son looks so much like Young Master Mo? Because he is your son’s biological father! The man who forced himself upon you those years ago is none other than that scumbag—Mo Chuxi!"