NovelEnglishChapter 374: Chapters 372, 373, 374: Yan Xinxin, Your Daughter is Not Dead!
"I thought my wife was truly so ruthless."
He quipped, sitting down on the lounge chair.
Yan Xinxin ignored him, walked straight to the side of the lounge chair, and sat down beside him, preparing the
wound care tools.
She said nothing, her small face cold, carefully reaching out to unwind the blood-stained gauze. After
unwrapping it, she saw the cut on his arm, and her delicate brows furrowed slightly.
"Regretting being so ruthless with me? Feeling heartache now?"
Yan Xinxin raised her beautiful eyes to meet Mo Chuxi’s deep gaze.
"You're overthinking. | was just wondering if | should have been even harsher!"
Mo Chuxi’s long brows tightened, and he grabbed Yan Xinxin’s small hand that was holding the cotton swab.
"Yan Xinxin, do you want to know why | disturbed Chun’s peace?"
Chun?
Yan Xinxin lifted her teary eyes.
"Why do you say my daughter's nso intimately?"
Mo Chuxi gazed intently into Yan Xinxin’s eyes.
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"Your daughter is my daughter too."
"Thank you, Young Master Mo, for the honor, but no need. | wouldn't do something as cruel as digging up my
own daughter's grave."
Yan Xinxin retorted coldly, pulling her hand back and continuing to clean Mo Chuxi’s wound.
Mo Chuxi lowered his eyes, watching her.
She kept her eyes downcast lightly, her thick, wing-like lashes curling beautifully. Her round, cat-like eyes were
as clear as crystal.
Beneath her delicate nose, her lightly pressed, cherry-pink lips looked like ripe fruit waiting to be picked, soft and
tempting.
Mo Chuxi didn’t feel much pain from the wound on his arm; just looking at Yan Xinxin gave him a rare sense of
comfort.
Yan Xinxin didn’t notice Mo Chuxi watching her the entire time. She skillfully disinfected his wound with alcohol,
wrapped it with fresh gauze, and tied it up with a neat bow.
Once finished, she packed up her tools, grabbed the small medical kit, and stood up.
"Yan Xinxin."
Mo Chuxi reached out to grab her but only caught the wide sleeve of her robe. With the force between them, her
right shoulder’s collar slipped down, exposing her smooth, fair shoulder to the open air.
"Mo Chuxi, will you stop already?!"
Yan Xinxin snapped angrily, and as she turned her head, Mo Chuxi suddenly stood up and circled his arms around
her waist from behind.
Through the thin fabric of her robe, she felt the heat of his chest pressed firmly against her back.
Mo Chuxi slightly lowered his head, his blade-thin lips gently brushing against Yan Xinxin’s ear.
"Tomorrow, I'll formally introduce you to my family."
His low, magnetic voice seemed to hum like a string beside her ear.
"My parents think we were together five years ago, and that Xi is the son you gave birth to forfive years
ago..."
"Lies like this will eventually be exposed."
Yan Xinxin interrupted with a small laugh.
She tried to turn around, but Mo Chuxi’s embrace was firm.
His breath, warm and rhythmic, brushed against her shoulder.
"Mo..."
Yan Xinxin had just started speaking when her shoulder suddenly felt a sharp sting.
"Mo Chuxi, were you a dog in your past life?! Why do you love bitingso much?!"
"| thought you'd like it."
"...What do you mean I'd like it??"
"l only want you to remember—you belong to me."
Mo Chuxi emphasized, his tone carrying a trace of grievance.
Yan Xinxin forcefully broke free from his embrace, pulled her collar back into place, and glared angrily at him.
"Mo Chuxi, are you saying you love me? If you truly love someone, this isn’t how you show it."
"Oh, really?"
Mo Chuxi asked rhetorically.
"Have you ever truly loved someone? If you haven't, how can you know that my way is wrong?"
Yan Xinxin fell silent, her cheeks inexplicably heating up.
"In any case, if | say it’s wrong, then it’s wrong!"
She declared willfully before turning to leave.
Faced with her persistent coldness and avoidance, Mo Chuxi’s brows furrowed tightly.
"Yan Xinxin, are you going to keep opposinguntil | give you a ‘reasonable’ explanation for opening the
grave?"
Yan Xinxin stopped abruptly in her tracks at his words. Thinking of Yan Zhichun, her eyes dimmed.
"No matter what reason you give, it won't be reasonable. On this point, | will not forgive you."
"Then what if | told you | suspect Chun isn’t actually dead, and that’s why I did what you see as excessive?
Would you still insist I'm a cruel and twisted person?"
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