<h4>Chapter 324: Chapter 324: How Could I Possibly Be Mu Qianyuan</h4>


    What!!!


    Mu Qianshui waspletely stunned, frozen in shock!


    Mo Chuxi was right—he hade to deliver the fatal blow.


    And this blow was indeed ruthless enough!


    Mira stood to the side, watching the scene unfold,pletely dumbfounded!


    The most powerful heir of the elite Ancheng family’s upper crust was really going to marry this woman with no status or background? On what grounds!


    "Don’t think this is over. Remember to check tomorrow’s entertainment headlines; that’s the real show I’ve prepared for you."


    "..."


    Mu Qianshui sat petrified on the bed, staring nkly at the man with a smile lingering at the corner of his lips.


    Why?


    All these years, she had loved him deeply for so long!


    She had eliminated the biggest rival, but she never imagined there would be another Mu Qianyuan stepping into the picture!


    Watching Mo Chuxi hold Yan Xinxin’s hand and leave, Mu Qianshui’s tears finally flowed, genuine and undeniable.


    "Qianshui, it’s okay. Chuxi doesn’t know how to cherish you. There will be someone better waiting for you—don’t cry."


    When Yan Xinxin walked out of the hospital room, she overheard Ning Zitongforting Mu Qianshui.


    Perhaps this is what maternal love looks like...


    Back at the apartment.


    The two children were already there, sitting side by side and drawing.


    Yan Xinxin went to the kitchen to prepare dinner, while Mo Chuxi went straight to the study upon entering.


    But Yan Xinxin simply couldn’t focus, her mind brimming with questions.


    The strange "Brother Xi," and that little red heart-shaped birthmark.


    An idea popped into Yan Xinxin’s head, but she didn’t dare think further.


    Mu Qianyuan had been deceased for so many years, and both the Mu family and Mo Chuxi were convinced of her death.


    As for herself, Yan Xinxin, although she bore some resemnce to Mu Qianyuan, resemnce was all it was.


    She also couldn’t forget the loving and protective father she had grown up with.


    Five years ago, when a neighbor imed Yan Xinxin was promiscuous and pregnant out of wedlock, he rushed to defend her, ending up injuring someone.


    And because the other party had some connections, even if it was just a minor injury, he was sentenced for inflicting serious harm and given ten years in prison...


    Such a good father couldn’t possibly be fake.


    As dinner time approached, Mo Chuxi emerged from the room.


    He had taken a shower and changed into a soft beige casual outfit. Under the final rays of sunlight, his handsome face carried the vibrancy of youth, almost like a spirited student.


    Yan Xinxin found herself momentarily dazed as she looked at him.


    "Why are you staring at me? Did you realize your husband is so handsome that you’re mesmerized by him?"


    Hearing this teasingment, Yan Xinxin’s face flushed slightly before she picked up the serving tter and headed for the dining room.


    "Yes, yes, yes, you’re so handsome, Mr. Mo. Any woman would be dazzled by your charm."


    She spoke as she turned toward the living room.


    "Xi, Chenxi, time to eat!"


    Moments after her voice rang out, the two little ones came running happily with their little feet pattering along.


    "Careful, don’t run."


    "Mommy, don’t worry, I won’t fall!"


    Chenxi looked up with a bright smile, promising earnestly.


    "Big Brother Xi won’t fall either!"


    Chenxi’s pure and heartwarming smile made Yan Xinxin pause for a moment, as a terrifying thought crossed her mind—but she quickly dismissed it.


    No, it’s impossible. I couldn’t possibly be the already-deceased Mu Qianyuan...


    Summer night.


    The scattered stars twinkled in the deep blue sky.


    With a heart full of tangled emotions, Yan Xinxin went to Mo Chuxi’s room after finishing her shower.


    The room was empty; he wasn’t there.


    Feeling despondent, Yan Xinxin sat down on the bed. When she lifted the silk duvet, she unexpectedly found a music box ced by the pillow.


    Curious, she picked it up and opened it. As a melodious piano tune yed, she was stunned to see a diamond ring resting inside.


    In her daze, she caught sight of a silhouette standing beside her out of the corner of her eye.


    Yan Xinxin was utterly startled!


    Mo Chuxi had entered unnoticed and was now standing right in front of her.


    From behind his back, he pulled out a bouquet of champagne-colored roses—judging by the quantity, still 88 of them.


    Her heart pounded wildly.


    "Mo Chuxi, you..."


    "Yan Xinxin, marry me."


    "..."


    He leaned in as he spoke, cing a gentle kiss on her lips.


    What the heck?


    Was this a formal proposal? But aren’t proposals supposed to go like ’Will you marry me?’ Where’s the charm in being so domineering?


    "Take it."