CHAPTER 573: CHAPTER 557: WHOEVER BELIEVES IT IS A FOOL.

Jiang Xiaoxiao grabbed Song Moting’s shirt, bringing him face to face with her.

She knew everything.

She knew all about Song Moting’s thoughts.

Her heart felt warm.

A man was risking his life for her.

Just to protect her secret, to protect her and Tang Yuan.

Even at the risk of personal danger.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was filled with joy and guilt, as she never had time to tell Song Moting about the detailed inside story, so her man knew nothing.

Song Moting thought Jiang Xiaoxiao had guessed his impulsiveness, thus irritatedly using his fingers to comb through her messy hair.

He would make this small gesture when feeling uneasy, at least Jiang Xiaoxiao knew, from this gesture she could tell he was nervous.

She understood his every emotion and habit.

He wasn’t really nervous, he was just very cautious, showing that they were both intelligent people.

She knew clearly, in Song Moting’s life, she held an important place.

She raised her wrist to check the time.

Song Moting watched Jiang Xiaoxiao with curiosity, Jiang Xiaoxiao was behaving unusually today.

He thought it was because Jiang Xiaoxiao had exposed her secret, but now it seemed not.

His little wife had another unspeakable secret she was hiding from him.

"What’s wrong?"

"We need to hurry, in five minutes Mu Shaocheng will start to react, by then Mu Chen will definitely return to the room to find me. In terms of time, Mu Shaocheng will die completely in at most two hours, and we leave."

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn’t want Song Moting to stay and take risks.

Once made her experience the risk of losing Song Moting, this time, she absolutely didn’t want to feel that piercing heartache again.

Song Moting held Jiang Xiaoxiao’s hand tightly, the seriousness in his eyes made Jiang Xiaoxiao a bit nervous.

"Those things you took out, aren’t they peach wine?"

He sighed with relief, no wonder he had doubts in his heart, because the usual peach wine was pink, but the liquid she took out today was dark green, he had never seen this color of peach wine before.

Then his face drastically changed.

"What exactly is that, if I remember correctly, you already drank it."

Song Moting carefully examined Jiang Xiaoxiao’s expression, rosy and calm, with no signs of paleness or discomfort.

Jiang Xiaoxiao laughed, "You forgot I told you those peaches have a quantity limit, once they exceed a certain amount, there will be side effects. What I drank wasn’t even a third of the peach juice.

Don’t worry. This amount only benefits the body and has no harm, but Mu Shaocheng drank such a large cup, I can’t control him, he’s too greedy, a selfish man who doesn’t even care about his own daughter, I won’t sympathize with his outcome."

Jiang Xiaoxiao’s beaming smile amused Song Moting.

"What will happen to him?"

He had always known that Jiang Xiaoxiao’s peach juice could cure illnesses and save people, but for the first time, he discovered that peaches also had side effects.

"I once did an experiment, with two peaches, in three hours, one would fall into a coma, within three to five hours, the person would completely lose vital signs. Even if lying in the ICU ward now, surrounded by specialists, I’m afraid the doctors would be helpless."

Jiang Xiaoxiao tightened her coat.

For the first time, she felt her peaches’ side effects were incredibly good.

All those previous worries and concerns were now indeed reversible.

Great.

Dealing with such people requires this kind of determination.

Song Moting deeply understood how desirable everything about Jiang Xiaoxiao was, thus resolved not to fall into this trouble again.

He was determined to sever these people’s hands, free from Mu Shaocheng’s entanglement, shake off all the past, and before it was resolved, Jiang Xiaoxiao herself took action.

His girl must have made a huge decision to do this.

He knew in Jiang Xiaoxiao’s mind, saving people was a sacred mission, but now Jiang Xiaoxiao used the hands she saved lives with to kill.

That’s how deeply she loathed a person.

Hugging her shoulders, pulling her into his arms.

The extremely rational part of his brain ordered Song Moting to pull himself together and tackle the immediate problem, but he couldn’t dispel the surge of emotions.

Various emotions crashed like a tidal wave against his sturdy protective wall.

He must make the Mu family pay the price.

He would ensure the Mu family paid a painful price.

Warm tenderness welled up in his chest.

She didn’t even need him anymore, he thought, believing that with him repelling the world’s dangers, she could feel safe.

Yet now, it’s she who is shielding him from all storms.

That kind of ache in his chest made him suddenly heartbroken.

His beautiful, kind Xiao Xiao was actually starting to kill to protect them.

He hadn’t protected her well.

He made a mistake.

He pulled her closer and hugged her tightly.

"Let’s go. You take the child! I’ll be back in five minutes."

Song Moting must arrange everything well, without any mistakes.

Jiang Xiaoxiao said Mu Shaocheng would die, he wouldn’t doubt this result.

But there’s still Mu Chen and Mu Feng.

Mu Feng, for Ziluo, would choose to remain silent, people with weaknesses become particularly prone to compromise.

But Mu Chen is different.

Mu Chen is another Mu Shaocheng.

Mu Chen must die.

He wouldn’t leave any hidden dangers.

Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded, the two briefly embraced, and Song Moting disappeared onto the balcony again.

Besides the floating brought by the warm night breeze indicating his arrival, Jiang Xiaoxiao turned to find the child.

No matter how cunning the little devil is, he is still a child, Jiang Xiaoxiao wouldn’t let him get into trouble because of that.

Once they disappeared, the child would become the first target of venting frustration.

Jiang Xiaoxiao wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen.

The bathroom door silently opened.

The child, fully dressed, silently walked out.

"I’m ready, you just need to drop me off at some remote roadside, that’s enough for me."

His survival ability is truly strong.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was speechless, reaching out to hold the soft little hand, this child was really different from Tang Yuan.

Are you sure you’re a two-year-old child?

Jiang Xiaoxiao wrapped him up tightly, even in May, the nights were still very cold.

They stood silently on the balcony.

"There’s no danger, right? I won’t die, right?"

The little boy tilted his head and asked Jiang Xiaoxiao.

The worry in the voice reminded Jiang Xiaoxiao that he was still just a child.

She patted the top of his head, the texture was surprisingly similar to Tang Yuan’s.

"No! You won’t die, you’ll live well and have a long life."

"Adults are really good at lying."

A tiny retort.

Jiang Xiaoxiao chuckled, "Where are your mom and dad?"

"I don’t have a mom or dad, I’ve been alone since I was born."

A tone of dejection.

"Who cares about having mom and dad!"

People who can’t get the grapes say that.

"You’ll have them in the future! I will be your mom."

This child and she really were fated.

The boy lowered his head, his eyes flickering. Women are good at lying.

Only fools believe them.