Ning Zitong stood up to leave, but Mu Jingheng grabbed her arm.
"Don’t act on impulse. Sit down."
"This isn’t impulse; I just don’t want Qianshui to feel hurt."
She spoke, her brows furrowing tighter and tighter.
"Qianshui is right. Little Yuan has been gone for so many years, and I still think of her every day, but I’ve neglected Qianshui. That’s unfair to her."
Ning Zitong said this sternly.
"And as for this Yan Xinxin, she has nothing to do with the Mu family. Ah Jing, I don’t think you should keep being so concerned about her just because she bears some resemblance to Little Yuan."
"It’s not wrong for parents to miss their own child."
Mu Jingheng extended his hand to hold hers, his gentle gaze fixing deeply on Ning Zitong.
"Besides, all these years, the care and love you’ve shown to Qianshui have more than made up for it, even though she isn’t biologically ours..."
"Sir, Madam, Lady Yan has arrived."
Before Mu Jingheng could finish speaking, their butler interrupted.
The couple simultaneously looked up and saw Yan Xinxin standing before them.
She wore a simple white dress, her figure slender and delicate. Her fresh and elegant demeanor, coupled with those large, cat-like eyes, made the couple gasp once more.
Indeed, she bore an uncanny resemblance, but she was not their Little Yuan.
"Mr. Mu, Mrs. Mu, hello."
Yan Xinxin greeted them politely.
Mu Jingheng rose to his feet.
"Lady Yan, you look much better. Please, have a seat."
"Thank you, Mr. Mu, but I won’t sit. I came today to thank both of you again for taking me to the hospital last time."
She smiled as she stated her purpose.
"Is that all? If that’s it, leave immediately. And I ask that you, Mrs. Mo, do not come to the Mu family again in the future."
Ning Zitong dismissed her impatiently. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novel⸺fire.net
"Even if it were a cat or a dog, if I saw it dying, I’d save it—let alone a person. So, we don’t need your gratitude!"
"I don’t want to see this person again!"
Ning Zitong turned her gaze away in disgust, though a strange unease twisted in her heart.
Yan Xinxin felt a pang in her chest but maintained her smile.
"Since Mrs. Mu doesn’t want to see me, I won’t stay long. But I do have another reason for coming today."
Mu Jingheng asked with curiosity.
Yan Xinxin took a step forward.
"I want to see Mu Shaoqian."
Ning Zitong turned her head sharply.
"What do you want with him?"
"I don’t want anything from him."
Yan Xinxin spoke calmly, followed by a mocking smile.
"But that man ruined my wedding and caused me to lose my baby, who wasn’t even three months old. I simply want justice for myself."
As she spoke, each word biting, Yan Xinxin felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her chest.
Mu Jingheng and Ning Zitong froze in shock.
Mu Shaoqian’s disruption had been completely unforeseen. Even more unexpected was that Yan Xinxin had suffered from severe emotional distress, leading to a heart episode and eventually losing her baby...
But they hadn’t the slightest idea what had truly happened that day, nor what Mu Shaoqian had told Yan Xinxin.
"I know he was manipulated and provoked into causing trouble. He fought for his beloved sister, but what about me? What I lost wasn’t just my baby..."
"No matter what you lost, it’s all your own doing!"
Mu Shaoqian’s insolent voice suddenly rang from the top of the stairs.
Yan Xinxin’s nerves instantly tensed, and she saw the man descending the stairway, exuding a rebellious arrogance.
Her fists clenched. Seeing the fruit knife on the coffee table, she grabbed it impulsively and lunged straight at Mu Shaoqian—