Chapter 1103: Chapter 1103: He Chen Is Not an Illegitimate Child The next day, at eight o’clock, Yin Mo woke up naturally. She kicked off the quilt on her body, and bleary-eyed, stared at the ceiling, taking a long time to recover her senses. This isn’t North City No.1. Yin Mo suddenly sat up on the bed, looked closely, and exclaimed in surprise. How did she end up sleeping in the master bedroom at Purple Cloud Mansion? Yin Mo looked down again, realizing she was wearing a pure black shirt, with nothing underneath. No one was beside the bed, and the sheets felt slightly cool to touch. Yin Mo sat quietly for a while, then lifted the quilt intending to go to the closet to change clothes. Then, the door opened. Yin Mo stood motionless by the bed, instinctively clamping her legs together. He Chen was looking at his phone, glanced up, and his gaze froze. The man’s intensely aggressive eyes fixated on Yin Mo’s long, straight white legs, his Adam’s apple unconsciously rolling several times. The shirt on the woman’s body was loose, with a few playful strands of hair hanging in front of her, half-concealed and half-revealed, perfectly embodying the essence of seductive charm. He Chen swung his hand to close the door behind him, walking with steady steps towards Yin Mo. As the man approached, the air seemed suffused with the scent of hormones. Inside her shirt… there was nothing. This realization flashed clearly through Yin Mo’s mind, and though she wanted to burrow back into the quilt, she didn’t dare move. Because the shirt hem wasn’t long enough, excessive movement would be revealing. The atmosphere in the master bedroom inexplicably grew somewhat hot and restless. With her knees against the bed edge, Yin Mo had nowhere to retreat. Perhaps to ease the awkwardness, she spoke without thinking, “Did you change my clothes?” He Chen slipped one hand into his pocket, smirking mischievously, “Otherwise? Who does Captain Yin want to change your clothes?” He reverted to his former nonchalant demeanor, and Yin Mo glanced at him, “I’m just asking.” In the blink of an eye, the man was close at hand. Yin Mo held her breath, her whole body burning, her knees rubbing together twice, “I, I want to… ooh.” The words were still on her lips when He Chen, wrapping her waist, leaned in. The next moment, the two of them fell onto the soft large bed. He Chen kissed fiercely, regardless of how gentle he usually appeared; his kiss was still filled with a dominance and intensity that made Yin Mo tremble. The man’s hands roamed restlessly over her body, the thin shirt was as good as nonexistent. Soon, the man’s hand reached beneath the woman’s lower abdomen. Yin Mo abruptly opened her eyes, her pupils contracted, the rare unfamiliar sensation made her instinctively clench her knees, “He Chen, don’t… mm…” For the first time, it exceeded all previous acts of intimacy. The woman panted while the man laughed softly… Yin Mo’s cheeks turned crimson as she pushed against him, while He Chen buried his face beside her ear, teasing with a smile, “Captain Yin, so sensitive?” “Knock, knock, knock—” The door sounded with an untimely knock. Yin Mo grew even more nervous, “Get up quickly.” He Chen sucked on the corner of her lips, whispering softly in her ear, “Relax, I can’t take my hand out.” He actually hadn’t done anything, merely lingered at the edge, teasing Yin Mo. Yet his words conjured endless fantasies. Yin Mo glared at him bashfully, “If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll tell Auntie.” He Chen’s smile widened, his fingers moved again, “Shall I open the door to invite her in?” Yin Mo had always been no match for He Chen’s silver tongue; with his actions, her cheeks turned increasingly red, the unfamiliar sensations fermented within her body, wave after wave. Seeing this, He Chen withdrew his hand and pulled Yin Mo up from the bed, gesturing for her to change her clothes. Yin Mo’s legs were weak, and as she was holding down the shirt hem, she had barely taken two steps when the man sidled up again, whispering something lewd in her ear. Yin Mo’s first instinct was to raise her hand and punch him, “Rogue.” He Chen caught her small fist from his shoulder, brought it to his mouth, and kissed it twice, “Hm, just a rogue for you.” Yin Mo was both embarrassed and angry, but she couldn’t deal with him. He Chen, taking advantage of the situation, wrapped his arms around her waist, lingering for quite a while before hoarsely saying, “Go freshen up. I’ll take you to see my mother in a bit.” In the bathroom, Yin Mo found herself feeling unbearably heated. She leaned against the wall, panting, her brows and eyes filled with a touch of affection. All of this, because of the lewd words He Chen had whispered to her. At eight-thirty, Yin Mo donned an appropriate knee-length dress and came to the living room. Perhaps because she had just bathed, her cheeks still carried a flush, semi-dry long hair draped behind her, beautifully stunning beyond words. The living room curtains were drawn, the chandelier overhead exuding a gentle, warm light. On the sofa, Rong Manfang was flipping through an aged language enlightenment picture book, and upon hearing footsteps, turned to look. She stood up, smiling as she called out, “Miss Yin.” Maybe the warm light always made people feel cozy; at this moment, in Rong Manfang’s eyes, Yin Mo was a gorgeous and deeply affectionate girl. Yin Mo didn’t notice the movement from the corner behind her, hurriedly approaching Rong Manfang, and held her arm, saying, “Auntie, you can just call me Yin Mo.” The two sat side by side, Rong Manfang scrutinized her closely, growing more fond the longer she looked, “Mohmoh, it was hard on you last night.” “Not at all.” Yin Mo picked up the glass of water on the table and handed it to her, “How are you feeling?” Rong Manfang took the glass and smiled softly, “It’s nothing, just getting older, not able to handle much strain, I made you worry.” Suppressing the curiosity in her heart, Yin Mo politely exchanged a few pleasantries with her. Rong Manfang had been isolated from the world for many years, her voice gentle yet mixed with hoarseness when speaking. She scrutinized Yin Mo and tentatively held her hand, “Mohmoh, I am aware of Xiao Chen’s situation.” Rong Manfang lightly patted her hand, turned her face away, and said choked up, “He is not a He Family illegitimate son; he is the rightful Eldest Young Master of the He Family. All these years, he couldn’t return home, only wandering outside, such bitter times he endured. Mohmoh, Auntie thanks you for staying with him through thick and thin. If possible, I hope… you won’t look down on him, his birth is purer than anyone else’s, he is the legitimate eldest son of the He Family.” Yin Mo looked utterly stunned, incredulous, “Auntie, you’re saying…” Rong Manfang’s emotions were intense, she covered her face with one hand, shaking her head and murmuring, “Xiao Chen is not an illegitimate child; the child she gave birth to is.” They were twins, nearly identical in stature and appearance. Even the closest relatives found it difficult to distinguish who was the elder sister and who was the younger sister. It is said twins have a mysterious connection, but even Rong Manfang couldn’t have imagined that this connection would extend into emotions as well. Thirty years ago, the name Rong Manli was indeed the wife that He Chen’s father, He Huatang, openly and properly married. And now, Rong Manfang, with tears streaming down her face, said, “Originally, I was Rong Manli, but she took everything from me…” Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩 Her name, her lover, her youth, and even her entire life.