Mo Chuxi stood at the door of the room, listening to the sound of Yan Xinxin talking on the phone inside. He only let go of the doorknob after the call ended. He turned and walked toward his original room, his handsome face heavy and icy. Scenes from the wedding flashed through his mind: the sight of bright red blood flowing from Yan Xinxin’s body, the words the doctor spoke at the entrance of the emergency room. A bloodthirsty, savage look flickered in his eyes. Mo Qingning was stepping upstairs and happened to see the cold and distant Mo Chuxi descending from above. However, Mo Chuxi seemed not to hear her at all, brushing past Mo Qingning like a gale of wind. She curiously turned her head to look at his hastily retreating figure. Vaguely, she noticed his back pocket appeared slightly bulging, as if something was stuffed in it. Seeing Mo Chuxi come downstairs, Lin Yuan’ai got up. "Chuxi, what exactly happened? What did Mu Shaoqian say to that Yan Xinxin back then? What was in that file folder? Could it be that Yan Xinxin and Mu Shaoqian were involved before, so she deliberately disrupted your wedding?" Lin Yuan’ai speculated recklessly, her expression darkening. "I knew all along that Yan Xinxin wasn’t a decent woman!" "Don’t let me hear you slander my wife again. Even if you’re my mother, you have no right to baselessly speculate. Please show some respect in the future. Otherwise, don’t expect me to respect you." Lin Yuan’ai’s cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment. "I’m just concerned about you, my child..." "That kind of concern, I don’t need." After coldly finishing his words, Mo Chuxi walked straight toward the door. Lin Yuan’ai stood there with a burning face, and shortly after, the roar of Mo Chuxi’s sports car was heard. Then is Yan Xinxin sleeping upstairs? Mo Chuxi stepped on the accelerator and sped all the way to the Mu family estate. On the way, the only image running through his head was of Yan Xinxin fainting in pain at the wedding. Her heartache had been so severe that she had collapsed. Not only that, but there had been blood, and she had lost consciousness. What tore at his heart the most was... their child— And her feelings toward him: once hatred, now an even deeper hatred. If she found out about this, she would likely hate him even more! Mu Qianshui and Mu Shaoqian were leisurely sipping coffee when they suddenly heard a deafening crash from the front door. "Something’s—something’s wrong!" The butler hurriedly rushed in, even alerting the Mu couple upstairs, who came down as well. "What’s wrong? What was that noise outside?" Mu Qianshui raised an eyebrow, displeased. The butler’s face was panicked as he pointed toward the door. "Young Master Mo—Mo is here! He drove his car straight inside!" Hearing this, Mu Qianshui’s face instantly changed color. "What?! Chuxi is here? How could he possibly show up at this time?" "It must be something to do with Yan Xinxin!" Ning Zitong speculated in fear, hurriedly running down from the stairs. Mu Jingheng also sensed something amiss and descended with a worried expression. Mu Shaoqian sneered arrogantly, completely unfazed. "Qianshui, don’t be scared. If anything happens, I’ll handle it for you. That fickle fox getting into trouble is just entertaining. If Mo Chuxi wants to come, let him come. Do you think I’d be afraid of him—" "Aah—!" Follow current novels on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⚫𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵 Before Mu Shaoqian could finish his self-assured words, a blood-curdling scream rang out. Mu Qianshui’s entire body trembled. She wasn’t sure what had happened but suddenly felt something splatter onto her face. When she reached up to touch it, the sticky, warm sensation drained her face of all color in an instant!