Yan Xinxin’s body stiffened, her beautiful eyes abruptly widened. What did he say? Fell in love... with me? Fell in love with me? With me? Yan Xinxin’s heart raced like a rabbit, and memories of Mo Chuxi’s care and protection for her, as well as his attention toward Xi, flooded her mind. All of it built strong evidence that made his confession seem undeniably true. If he didn’t love her, would he have done so much for her? Even publicly proposing to her. Even more than that, with all eyes on him, taking on her unbearable past from five years ago and announcing to everyone that he is Xi and Chun’s biological father. With his status and position, finding a prestigious woman of equal standing would be effortless, yet he chose her... Chose me, because he fell in love with me? The rooftop covered in hydrangeas only had one empty space. There stood a lounge chair, beside which was a milky white table. On the table was a photo frame, and the picture within was a childhood photo of Mo Chuxi and Mu Qianyuan. In the photo, one child was smiling, while the other, despite her cold and indifferent expression, had warm and gentle eyes. Mo Chuxi embraced Yan Xinxin, unknowingly rolling onto the grass-green plush carpet under the table. Hearing him say those words and seeing the passion in his gaze, Yan Xinxin truly felt that this man was insane! Mo Chuxi was stunned. He had long since become a father; five years ago, he already had a son and daughter! "I’m going to make dinner now." Yan Xinxin stood up, still feeling a faint soreness between her legs. Mo Chuxi grabbed her hand. He acted as if nothing had happened, his calm and composed demeanor already restored. "Stop overthinking. As for Mu Qianyuan, I’ve already let it go." "I’m not overthinking, you can rest assured." "Then why were you crying so sadly just now?" "I wasn’t sad, I was actually very happy." Yan Xinxin said, turning back to glance at him. Mo Chuxi couldn’t tell whether he was being bewitched by Yan Xinxin. Hearing her answer, he slowly released her hand. Yan Xinxin asked for leave, and also took leave for little Chenxi. Because she had promised this child yesterday that she would take her to see Ning Zitong today. Yan Xinxin came to the Mu family once again, and the flowers, plants, trees, and buildings within sight faintly stirred a sense of familiarity in her. She had once suspected she was Mu Qianyuan. But the previous identification had disproved her speculation. "This is a great idea, let’s do it this way!" As Yan Xinxin walked into the main gate holding little Chenxi’s hand, she heard a woman’s hushed voice. Following the voice, she saw Mira and Mu Qianshui. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⁂𝕟𝕖𝕥 Mu Qianshui curled her red lips into a smile. "I definitely want to see if that little tramp can still keep smiling by then." Yan Xinxin heard this and pondered for a moment. Looking at Mu Qianshui’s sinister smile, it seemed like she was plotting another scheme to frame me again? Little Chenxi’s clear and crisp call interrupted Mu Qianshui and Mira’s insidious conversation. The two women looked up and saw Yan Xinxin standing in the sunlight, beautiful as a flower. "Well, this is rather amusing." She muttered under her breath, folding her arms as she walked towards Yan Xinxin with a haughty demeanor befitting a young mistress. "Yan, what are you doing here again?" Seeing the disgusting sneer on her face, Yan Xinxin raised her crystalline cat-like eyes in disdain and reached into her bag to retrieve something. "I’m here... to ruin your mood!" Mu Qianshui’s expression changed, "What did you just say?"