Her questioning carried a sense of accusation, causing Young Master Mo’s heart to skip a beat. "Yan Xinxin, calm down." "Calm down? Teach me how!" Yan Xinxin abruptly stood up, her beautiful eyes glaring at him. "Mo Chuxi, if one day someone dug up your daughter’s..." Halfway through her accusation, Yan Xinxin hurriedly stopped herself. She couldn’t speak recklessly in anger. His daughter would also be her daughter... "Mo Chuxi, how could you do such a thing! What right do you have to dig up my daughter’s grave! My poor Chun has suffered enough, why are you so cruel to disturb her peace!" In her anger, she flung the letter in her hand toward him. Mo Chuxi did not dodge, and the paper fluttered down at his feet. "Have you finished yelling?" Confronted with his indifferent and aloof demeanor, Yan Xinxin became even more furious. Her already bloodshot eyes glared at him fiercely. "I’ve told you before that someone like me isn’t worthy of you, Young Master Mo. Haven’t you already investigated my entire background? I’ve honestly confessed my past to you. Given that, why would you do something so perverse and cruel?" Yan Xinxin shouted in agony and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart, reflexively lifting her hand to clutch her chest. Seeing this, Mo Chuxi hurriedly stepped forward, but as soon as his hand touched her shoulder, she pulled away. Mo Chuxi’s face remained calm, but his eyes were filled with unspoken truths ready to overflow. "Aren’t you willing to hear my explanation?" "No explanation could make me forgive what you’ve done." Yan Xinxin tightly pursed her lips as painful tears rolled from her eyes, her bloodshot eyes with tears glaring sharply and prickly at the seemingly indifferent man. "Mo Chuxi, I don’t want to marry someone like you. You’re too cruel!" She stepped forward, brushing past his shoulder. "Xinxin, where are you going?" Even in the study, Mo Chuxi heard the heavy banging of the door. He tugged at the corners of his lips, with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, then bent down to pick up the letter. Looking at the neat and delicate handwriting, the content made him feel heartache. This was a letter Yan Xinxin wrote to Yan Zhichun. The reluctance, helplessness, and final blessings inside were all words he dreaded to face. "Chuxi Papa! Why did my Xinxin leave crying? Did you bully my Xinxin?" Two little ones ran into the study, and little Yan Chenxi worriedly questioned Mo Chuxi. In his heart, the most important person was his Xinxin. Even at his young age, he had promised himself that no matter what, he had to protect his beloved Xinxin who loved him the most! Mo Chuxi set aside the letter and collected his emotions. He turned around, still presenting himself as calm and decisive in front of others. "I’ll have Brother Ah Ding accompany you. Papa is going out now to bring your mama back." The dazzling stars twinkled, but Yan Xinxin felt the night was oppressively dark, suffocating her. She hailed a cab on a whim, only to realize she had neither phone nor money, just a 20 yuan bill in her pocket. Find the newest release on NoveI(F)ire.net Seeing the meter about to jump to number 2, Yan Xinxin immediately stopped the driver and got out. The summer night’s breeze was warm, but Yan Xinxin felt a chill in her heart. She clutched the remaining one-yuan coin walking down the street, feeling increasingly suffocated. This feeling, it seemed, was like drowning... Yan Xinxin felt she was about to faint, her vision blurring.