CHAPTER 468: CHAPTER 468: I’LL LET YOU KILL ME

Yan Xinxin froze suddenly upon hearing the words, her tear-stained red eyes lifting in surprise, only to inadvertently collide with the man’s deep gaze.

Seeing Yan Xinxin’s haggard little face, Mo Chuxi felt a sharp pang in his heart.

He gave Lan Xuan a polite and faint smile, then turned and unhurriedly walked toward Yan Xinxin.

"It must be fake, right? Young Master Mo actually smiled at me? Did his love for her extend to me?"

Lan Xuan pointed at herself incredulously.

If only that cursed Ling Siyu could see the way Mo treats Xinxin now.

Unfortunately, that idiot is stuck in the detention center, calling her "Aunt" would even be troublesome.

Seeing the man walking directly toward her, Yan Xinxin silently turned away.

Lan Xuan felt the atmosphere was off and considered stepping aside to give Mo Chuxi and Yan Xinxin some space, only to see Mo Chuxi stride forward and scoop Yan Xinxin into his arms!

A dramatic princess carry unfolded luxuriously right before her eyes!

She felt as if her mouth was suddenly stuffed with "dog food."*

"Put me down."

Yan Xinxin spoke without emotion, her voice calm and indifferent.

"I will put you down, but not right now."

With that, he turned and carried her toward the door.

Yan Xinxin’s eyes stung again, but she curled her lips into a mocking smile as she looked at him.

"So, is Young Master Mo planning to carry me to your bed, then force me to stay by your side and warm it for you?"

Her biting words felt like poison spreading through his heart.

Poison hurts.

But now, the only cure for his pain is her.

Mo Chuxi fell silent as Yan Xinxin held her ground firmly.

"If you enjoy using such forceful methods so much, then do as you wish!"

Her words caused his steps to falter momentarily, but he quickly resumed walking faster.

Ever since her actions and words began affecting him, he knew he would lose himself in front of her.

The night had already fallen.

Mo Chuxi returned to Mo Manor with Yan Xinxin in his arms.

She remained motionless, letting him pull and carry her as though she were a lifeless doll.

Except this doll looked utterly weary.

Lin Yuan’ai was seated on the sofa in the living room, flipping through a magazine. Seeing Mo Chuxi carrying Yan Xinxin back, she dared not say anything, simply watching them ascend the stairs.

The bridal chamber still carried a faint fragrance, the unique essence from the bride’s special perfume.

Bright red wedding decorations filled the space, but now they felt piercingly obtrusive.

Mo Chuxi placed Yan Xinxin onto the bed, but she still refused to look at him or respond.

Nothing tortures him more than silent protest.

Standing at the bedside, guilt swirled in his gaze.

"I never intended to hurt you back then."

Mo Chuxi spoke evenly, breaking the silence.

"But I am grateful that the person passing by my door that night was you, Yan Xinxin, and not another woman."

Yan Xinxin froze, astonished as she lifted her gaze to glare coldly at him.

"What do you mean? You’re grateful you abused me?"

"Yes."

Mo Chuxi answered honestly with a single word.

Yan Xinxin felt a tightening in her chest.

"You..."

"I am deeply sorry for the harm I caused you, but I do not regret what I did back then."

He interrupted calmly, only to be met with an even angrier expression on Yan Xinxin’s little face.

"Mo Chuxi, I hate you!"

"Your hatred for me is now the opposite of love."

Yan Xinxin let out a bitter laugh, but tears quickly welled up in her eyes.

"Mo Chuxi, I hate you! I truly hate you! During these thousand-plus days and nights, every time I dreamed of that night you forced yourself on me, I wished I could kill you!"

Her voice trembled as she accused him.

"If it weren’t for you, my Chun wouldn’t have died, and the baby in my womb wouldn’t have been lost this way!"

Watching her teary, distraught expression, Mo Chuxi felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"If that’s the case, then I’ll fulfill your wish. Kill me if you want."

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*Translator’s Note: "Dog food" in colloquial Chinese often describes moments that evoke envy due to someone else’s public display of affection.