Mo Qingning’s shout not only brought Mo Chuxi’s footsteps to a halt, but also made him turn around.

Indeed.

Nothing is more important than Yan Xinxin.

In his heart, she is of paramount importance.

The Old Madame Mo breathed a slight sigh of relief.

If Mo Chuxi went back now, she was truly worried this grandson might just pull a gun and finish off Mo Yongshu.

VIP hospital room.

A quiet moonbeam cast inside.

Mo Chuxi gazed at Yan Xinxin’s bloodless, pale face, his heart aching with each throb.

It seemed that since she followed him, trouble has persistently found her.

People constantly surround her, hurting her, bullying her, even waiting for Yan Xinxin’s mishaps.

Even her biological mother and brother were no exceptions.

Mo Chuxi leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on Yan Xinxin’s pale, dry lips, and raised his hand to softly stroke her sleeping face.

"Xinxin, once you safely give birth to the baby, I’ll take you and the babies overseas to settle, and we’ll live a calm and warm family life."

His voice was tender and soothing, as if Yan Xinxin heard him, her long lashes fluttered slightly.

Mo Chuxi stood by the bedside, gazing up at the moonlight outside the window, his thoughts caught on that strange paternity test report.

Yan Xinxin is definitely Mu Qianyuan.

Yet someone with considerable influence tampered with the paternity test between Yan Xinxin and the Mu family’s members without any flaws or traces.

Who could this person be, and why did they do this?

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Dawn.

Mu family mansion.

It was still early morning when Mu Shaoqian rose very early.

Perhaps he the early waking combined with the muddled existence outside in recent times left him feeling somewhat weak and weary.

Initially expected Mu Qianyuan to return last night, yet Old Wu, sent to pick her up, returned without her.

Following this, Ning Zitong received a message from "Mu Qianyuan," stating she was tied up at work and finally agreed to come home this morning.

Yet for some reason, despite expecting his sister Mu Qianyuan’s return home, his emotions felt surprisingly calm.

Time was still early.

Mu Shaoqian headed downstairs, intending to go to the dining room but paused in the corridor, spotting Mu Jingheng’s silhouette outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

He stood before the flower beds, seemingly lost in thought.

"Dad, what are you daydreaming about here so early?"

Mu Jingheng, deep in thought, was gently snapped back to reality by Mu Shaoqian’s voice.

"The hydrangeas have long since withered, we’ll plant more together again in a few months!"

Mu Shaoqian remarked, stepping to the flower bed, a frown marring his forehead.

"Yuan loves hydrangeas the most, but she’s back today, and yet they aren’t there to greet her."

"No matter, Yuan has seen them long since."

"...Dad?"

Mu Shaoqian raised his head, seeing the solemn demeanor of Mu Jingheng, accompanied by a meaningful smile.

"Dad, if Yan Xinxin truly is Qianyuan, who’s supposedly coming to our home soon, and why, when I muster courage to confront ’Yuan,’ does she reappear? Yet, Dad, I truly hope that the person arriving today is Yuan, I’m scared to confront, genuinely terrified..."

"I don’t know who this person is or why they’re impersonating Yuan, but I’m certain she’s not my biological daughter."

Mu Shaoqian could only manage a wry smile.

"Dad, do you know since you slapped me that day, I’ve been continually reflecting on myself? I even truly felt Yan Xinxin might be my sister, but now..."

"Shaoqian, Xinxin is your sister, don’t do anything to harm her, else in the future, there’s no path left for you back."

Mu Jingheng’s tone was light, yet his words carried an invisible, astonishing power that left Mu Shaoqian momentarily speechless.

Really? So who has been impersonating Yuan and contacting mom every day lately?

"Ah Jing! Shaoqian! Why are you father and son standing there? Come quickly! Yuan is back!"