Yan Xinxin turned and struggled, lifting her tear-filled, defiant eyes. "Mo Chuxi, I told you to let go. Are you planning to force me again like you did five years ago?" Upon hearing her words, his heart was struck brutally. His tightly clenched hand slowly loosened. Yan Xinxin freed herself forcefully, her weak body staggering and falling toward the wall. Mo Chuxi instinctively moved forward to support her, but Yan Xinxin turned aside, coldly avoiding him. "Mo Chuxi, I hate you." She lifted her gaze, and the words she uttered felt like a sharp blade piercing through his heart. "In these five years, I’ve had countless thoughts about killing you! I once believed meeting you was the luckiest thing in my life. I also thought the nightmare from five years ago could finally end, but turns out, it didn’t!" Yan Xinxin’s voice trembled as she bit her pale lips heavily. "Turns out, my nightmare didn’t end. Maybe it’s only truly starting now." "If being remembered by you forever means living this nightmare, then I’d willingly endure it." Mo Chuxi strode forward, standing directly in front of Yan Xinxin. Yan Xinxin was startled, and before she could react, Mo Chuxi scooped her up into his arms. "Mo Chuxi, what do you want?" "I don’t expect your forgiveness right now, but I told you—I won’t let you leave me." His words left her frozen in place. By the time Yan Xinxin fully regained her senses, she was already carried into Mo Chuxi’s car. "Back to the estate." Ah Ding sensed the tense atmosphere but didn’t dare to speak or ask questions. At times , keeping quiet and following orders was the safest bet. Lin Yuan’ai and Mo Qingning were seated in the living room, puzzling over the events at the wedding, when they suddenly saw Mo Chuxi carrying a weak-looking Yan Xinxin, dressed in a hospital gown, into the room. Mo Qingning hurriedly approached. Seeing Yan Xinxin leaning against Mo Chuxi’s chest with her eyes closed as though asleep, she spoke softly. "Brother, what’s up with Saozi?" Mo Chuxi replied indifferently, carrying Yan Xinxin straight into the elevator up to the third floor. "I seriously don’t see what’s so great about Yan Xinxin. She’s just a wild weed, yet your brother treats her like a treasure!" Lin Yuan’ai sneered coldly. Mo Qingning frowned slightly. "Mom, even if Saozi’s background doesn’t match up to our family, I think love isn’t about those things. Brother loves her for who she is, not for where she comes from." "You’re still so young. What do you know?" Mo Qingning, her youthful and charming face glowing, retorted earnestly. "I know this—whether Saozi is a mere weed or not, to Brother, she’s the one and only weed in the whole world." "Brother will never meet another Yan Xinxin in his lifetime. That’s why he treasures her so much!" "Are you trying to anger me to death?" Lin Yuan’ai felt her chest tighten. "I think it’s just that Yan Xinxin has some devilish trick to enchant you siblings, making you lose your senses!" "That’s where you’re wrong. If Saozi really had any enchanting abilities, I bet the first person she’d aim to charm would be you, Mom. Who could blame her, when all you ever do is target her?" Follow current novels on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽 Lin Yuan’ai was left speechless, defeated by Mo Qingning’s remarks. Mo Qingning chuckled mischievously and turned away. "Off I go! Time for my drama binge!" "She’s driving me insane!" Lin Yuan’ai angrily dropped herself onto the sofa. Though Mo Qingning heard her rant, she simply saw Lin Yuan’ai as someone holding onto unnecessary grievances. The third-floor bridal suite. Mo Chuxi gently placed Yan Xinxin onto the new bed they hadn’t yet shared, stroked her cheek lightly, and turned to leave. Once the sound of the door closing reached her ears, Yan Xinxin finally opened her eyes. Scanning the room, her gaze landed on her bag amidst a mess of gifts piled on the sofa. She got up, picked up the bag, found her phone inside, and without hesitation dialed a number.