Chapter 39 - 039: The Dead Are Often the Most Missed

Yan Xinxin stole a glance at Mo Chuxi's expression. His side profile was extremely handsome, but his demeanor was seriously austere.

The loss of someone deeply beloved—nothing could surpass the pain of that.

Yan Xinxin thought that Mu Qianshui's older sister must have been an exceptionally outstanding and wonderful woman. Otherwise, why would this President Mo harbor such deep and unforgettable affection?

A feeling of inexplicable desolation crept into Yan Xinxin's heart.

Even though Mo Chuxi held her hand tightly, she could not feel any warmth.

Silent, Yan Xinxin slowly withdrew her hand and turned her face slightly to look away.

Mo Chuxi's brows furrowed as he glanced at Yan Xinxin. Then, with a dissatisfied look, his penetrating, cold gaze turned toward Mu Qianshui, who was smiling gently.

"Don't let me hear anything about the past again, unless you no longer wish to survive in the entertainment industry."

As his warning fell from his lips, the smile on Mu Qianshui's face showed a faint crack.

Mo Chuxi strode forward, brushing past Yan Xinxin.

"Pack up. We're going back."

His icy tone held no semblance of warmth.

Yan Xinxin cast him a silent look before quietly heading toward the two sleeping children.

"Chuxi."

followed behind

haven't forgotten my sister,

"Mu Qianshui."

you were both so young. The words you exchanged were childish jokes, hardly worth calling promises. There's no need to

his icy cold

vanish from my sight, you'd best disappear on

"Chuxi..."

"Get out!"

Yan Xinxin was startled, and the two little ones who

——

night was hazy

cradling a sleepy little one

she raised her eyes to glance at the man driving the car. From this angle, she

Prince of the Di Jue Financial

would forever be etched into

the

the time the car stopped, the two little

the car and, without a word,

she picked up her son and

ones into bed, Yan Xinxin went to shower. Having finished, she was ready to review her coursework when Mo Chuxi unexpectedly appeared at the door

like a flawlessly crafted sculpture in

"Do you need something?"

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