Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife
Chapter 102: Mo Chuxi, You’ve Already Killed Qianyuan

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Mo Chuxi, You’ve Already Killed Qianyuan

My... woman?

Little Chenxi felt puzzled by these four words. Though she didn’t understand their meaning, she could sense that her papa treated her sister Xinxin very differently...

Mo Chuxi steadily drove the car up to the Mu family’s grand estate gates.

He raised his deep-set eyes and noticed through the rearview mirror that little Chenxi had her eyes closed, her small face peaceful—clearly, she had fallen asleep.

Mo Chuxi got out of the car and carefully carried little Chenxi in his arms. Just as he turned around, he saw Mu Shaoqian walking out.

Mu Shaoqian was the same age as him, and the older brother of Mu Qianyuan.

Back when they were young, they had been close because of Mu Qianyuan, but over time, after Mu Qianyuan’s death, that web of connection gradually unraveled.

Mu Shaoqian loved his sister Mu Qianyuan most dearly. However, he had always believed that Mo Chuxi was responsible for Mu Qianyuan’s death.

Upon seeing Mo Chuxi holding little Chenxi, Mu Shaoqian strode forward and snatched the child away.

Mo Chuxi furrowed his sharp brows.

"Careful."

"I know how to handle this properly; I don’t need reminders from you, Master Mo."

Mu Shaoqian snapped back.

Mo Chuxi couldn’t be bothered to explain. Judging by Mu Shaoqian’s appearance, it seemed he was about to head to another nightclub again. Clearly, he was exactly the kind of playboy Yan Xinxin had mentioned.

Mo Chuxi turned away indifferently, ready to get into the car.

"Mo Chuxi, you’ve already caused Qianyuan’s death. If you dare break Qianshui’s heart, I won’t let you off!"

The car door that had just been opened was slammed shut by Mo Chuxi.

He turned his tall figure around, moonlight casting across his face—a cold, enigmatic expression.

"The real reason behind the accident all those years ago—someone knows it best in their heart. Also, remember this: Mu Qianshui’s happiness or sorrow has nothing to do with me. And you—you’re in no position to say things about not letting me off."

Mo Chuxi’s tone was decisive and unflinching as he stared down Mu Shaoqian. Without waiting for a response, he turned away with casual ease.

Mu Shaoqian stood there holding the already-sleeping little Chenxi, dumbfounded, staring in the direction of Mo Chuxi’s departing car.

What did Mo Chuxi mean?

Was he trying to shirk responsibility? Yuan had clearly lost her life trying to save him!

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Mo Chuxi drove all the way back to the apartment recklessly fast, his mind constantly replaying the words Mu Shaoqian had just said.

Perhaps he was right—Mu Qianyuan’s death really was his fault...

If not for trying to save him, how could she have sacrificed herself?

A sense of guilt spread through his heart as Mo Chuxi stepped into the apartment. However, the place was eerily quiet, as though there was no one at home.

His heart sank inexplicably, and he quickly walked to the bedrooms, hastening to open the door to the room furthest outside.

Inside the silent room, the sound of steady breathing could be heard.

By the soft glow of moonlight, he saw Yan Chenxi sleeping soundly and obediently in bed.

Mo Chuxi felt his nerves ease instantly, the taut lines on his handsome face gradually relaxing.

He carefully closed the bedroom door and left, heading straight toward Yan Xinxin’s room.

Pushing the door open, the warm light from the lamp spilled gently over him. He saw Yan Xinxin leaning forward over her desk.

Mo Chuxi walked to the desk and lowered his gaze upon her. Her peaceful sleeping face, for a brief moment, made him think Yan Xinxin was still just a child.

He reached out and gently removed the pen from her hand, then carefully leaned down to scoop her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.

Perhaps sensing the movements, Yan Xinxin’s dazed eyes fluttered open, her dreamy starry gaze meeting Mo Chuxi’s deep and shadowed pupils. As their gazes locked, she froze for a second.

There was a feeling of such familiarity...

She stared at him, her hand unconsciously rising to softly touch Mo Chuxi’s face.

"Chuxi..." Brother...