Yan Xinxin’s heart felt as if it had been torn open in an instant, leaving it a bloody mess! Her heart was racing, and the silence all around made her feel as if darkness had enveloped her vision. She didn’t want to hear the murmuring whispers below, nor did she want to see the peculiar and questioning gazes directed at her. Yan Xinxin slowly lifted her head and looked at the man beside her, whose expression remained somber and still. Her lips moved faintly. "Whatever they say, I won’t believe it. I only want to hear your answer." She gazed at him, her eyes gradually reddening and glistening with moisture. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾※𝙣𝙚𝙩 "Is it true? Was it really you?" Looking into Yan Xinxin’s crimson, tear-laden eyes, the clear and pure light in her gaze left him with no room to hide. Mo Chuxi looked at her, neither avoiding nor denying, and finally nodded. Two simple words, clear and direct, instantly caused her tears to fall like a torrential rain. The sharp pain pierced her heart and abdomen, and Yan Xinxin struggled to control her trembling hands. She truly wanted to hit him across the face! Five years—through countless nightmare-riddled nights spent muffling her cries under the blanket—how many times had she cursed and swore at this man! Felt the deepest hatred, even wished to kill him! Yet this man was now her groom... Watching the tears stream down Yan Xinxin’s face, Mo Chuxi felt as though his heart was being slashed apart. "I didn’t mean to deceive you." "If he didn’t mean to, he would’ve told you long ago, wouldn’t he?" Mu Shaoqian added fuel to the fire. Mo Chuxi’s face darkened furiously. He abruptly grabbed Mu Shaoqian’s collar and delivered a fierce punch! "Bang!" Mu Shaoqian, unsurprisingly, was sent sprawling to the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Mu Jingheng and Ning Zitong were both shocked, while Mu Qianshui remained calm as usual. Although her face showed a hint of alarm, inside she was positively overjoyed! "Xinxin! Xinxin, what’s wrong with you!" Lan Xuan suddenly screamed. Mo Chuxi was about to grab Mu Shaoqian for another round, but hearing the voice made his nerves tense. He turned decisively. Seeing Yan Xinxin’s pale, weak face as she began to collapse, Mo Chuxi’s expression changed drastically, and he rushed forward to catch her. Looking at her trembling, tear-streaked eyelashes and increasingly pallid complexion, his heart felt as though it was being crushed. "Yan Xinxin, Yan Xinxin, what’s wrong with you?" "My chest—it hurts so much. My stomach too—it hurts!" "Don’t be scared. You’ll be okay! I promised—I won’t let anything happen to you." Mo Chuxi spoke as he scooped Yan Xinxin into his arms, hastily walking across the red carpet toward the exit. Most of the attendees had no idea what was going on. The only thing they knew was that Yan Xinxin had suddenly fainted, and it was painfully obvious that after she was picked up, dark red blood was trailing down her leg! At this moment, it was likely due to emotional distress causing the bleeding! But what on earth had happened? Just earlier, Mu Shaoqian had been speaking deliberately softly at the front, so they had no way of knowing the truth. All they could guess was that the matter must be far from simple! At the entrance of a private hospital’s emergency room. Mo Chuxi paced back and forth anxiously, his sharply outlined fingers repeatedly tugging at his tie and collar, but these actions did nothing to ease his breathing. On the contrary, the weight of guilt and remorse crushed him, making his heart pound heavily with oppression. She had finally found out—but under such circumstances. Their wedding, sabotaged by someone with ulterior motives, had ended—and he hadn’t even heard her say the words "I do." "Bro, what on earth happened?" Mo Qingning asked, bewildered. "What happened five years ago? Why did Saozi faint in anger and even start bleeding?" Mo Chuxi couldn’t bear to face the mere mention of the word. The unease and torment in his heart suffocated him, and he couldn’t forget what the doctor had warned him before. The red light of the emergency room finally extinguished, and soon a doctor stepped out. Mo Chuxi rushed to him immediately and saw Yan Xinxin, still unconscious, with a face pale as white paper, the sight of which added devastating pain to his heart. "Doctor, how is my Saozi? She lost so much blood earlier!" Mo Qingning anxiously pursued an answer, while Mo Chuxi’s worry intensified. "Speak! What’s the condition of my wife now!"