Yan Xinxin’s question caught Mo Chuxi off guard. His deep, light brown pupils involuntarily constricted for a second. Yan Xinxin reached out and tugged at him, striding forward to stand right in front of him. She lifted her gaze, her eyes complex and layered with emotions, and stared intently into his. "Hurry up and answer my question! Are you lying to me?" She pressed, her heartbeat pacing unusually fast. Mo Chuxi steadied himself, lowering his gaze to look at Yan Xinxin. "If I were the man from five years ago, and Xi and Chun were our children, wouldn’t that be the perfect outcome?" "Yan Xinxin, let’s just consider it this way—let’s assume I was that man!" His piercing gaze was probing, heavy and full of focus as he stared deeply into her eyes. Her heart raced, yet she feared that the answer might slip through her grasp in the next instant. Yan Xinxin tilted her small face up, meeting Mo Chuxi’s profound gaze. In his eyes, there was something she couldn’t understand or decipher. Seeing her seemingly paralyzed, standing completely still, Mo Chuxi raised his hand and gripped her shoulders firmly. Suddenly, Yan Xinxin interrupted him, her delicate lips curling slightly at the corner. "I knew you only said those words to protect me. How could you possibly be the man from five years ago?" You couldn’t be the man I’ve hated for five years—the man I’ve loathed so much I wanted to kill... She chuckled faintly, as though relieved, yet her chest felt even tighter. "Young Master Mo, thank you for thinking of me this way. Thank you for not minding my past. I promise you, no matter what happens in the future, I won’t leave you." Yan Xinxin expressed her gratitude, standing on her tiptoes to plant a light kiss on the corner of his lips. Mo Chuxi froze, the words lodged in his throat swallowed back down. He raised his hand and gently embraced her. The warmth and softness of her leaning into his arms made him reluctant to let go. But the deliberate test just now revealed that her eyes still held deep hatred and resistance toward the incident from years ago. If he confessed, he truly couldn’t imagine how she would react. Moreover, Yan Xinxin was now pregnant, her fetus still unstable. After the previous incidents of bleeding, he couldn’t muster the courage to upset her. In the shadowy corner of the hallway, Mu Qianshui stood silently. She had heard every word of the conversation between Mo Chuxi and Yan Xinxin and felt her anger slowly subsiding. Mu Qianshui curled her crimson lips into a treacherous smile. "Chuxi, so it turns out even you have someone you’re afraid of? You don’t have the courage to confess to Yan Xinxin that you were the one who slept with her that night five years ago?" Then let me help you out, shall I? She grinned slyly, her laughter growing deeper and more ominous. "Lunar 18th? A century wedding? Hmph..." Mu Qianshui laughed, crossing her arms as she leisurely turned to leave... The night deepened quietly. After the jewelry exhibition ended, it was already late when she returned to the apartment. Yan Xinxin took off the one-of-a-kind starry sky dress, showered, and changed into a nightgown. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝗻𝗼𝘷𝗲𝗹•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥 She stood before the mirror, staring at herself. Her hand rose to gently stroke the Angel’s Tears necklace around her collarbone, but Mo Chuxi’s earlier words lingered in her mind. "The man who shared a bed with Yan Xinxin on June 6th five years ago was me—Mo Chuxi!" Yan Xinxin abruptly closed her eyes, fists clenched tightly, as fragmented images flashed through her memory—the night from five years ago, and that man... "What are you thinking about?" Mo Chuxi’s voice suddenly came from behind her. Yan Xinxin’s eyes flew open, spotting the man holding her in the mirror. His refined brows carried an air of elegance and nobility, far removed from the cold, ruthless Crown Prince he seemed in public. Yan Xinxin lifted her starlit eyes, her gaze meaningful as she looked at his reflection in the mirror. "If you have any clues about the man from five years ago, please be sure to tell me."