Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife

Chapter 227: Chapter 227: What Blood Type is Mo Chuxi

Yan Xinxin had thought there was no escaping Ning Zitong’s slap. Thinking about how she had caused little Chenxi to lose so much blood and remain unconscious, Yan Xinxin had already prepared herself to endure the blow.

But instead, she saw Ning Zitong’s hand freeze mid-air, never landing the slap.

She raised her eyes and looked at Ning Zitong, noticing the indignation in her expression. Ning Zitong’s right hand was suspended in mid-air, but she still hesitated to strike.

After a long moment, Ning Zitong finally clenched her fist suppressively and lowered her hand.

Even she wasn’t sure why—at the very instant she wanted to slap Yan Xinxin, she suddenly found herself unable to do it.

It was as though an invisible, peculiar thought had flashed through her mind.

Looking at Yan Xinxin’s face, a strange resemblance emerged in her mind: the pure, adorable image of her precious Yuan when he was a child.

"Yan Xinxin, get out! I don’t want to see you!"

Ning Zitong pointed toward the door.

Yan Xinxin felt any further explanations would be redundant. She turned her head to glance at little Chenxi one last time, then turned to leave.

"Xinxin... Sister..."

Just as she took her first step, a tender, weak voice sounded behind her—Chenxi’s.

She whirled around and saw the little one slowly opening his bright, curious eyes.

Yan Xinxin felt as though a dying light in her heart had suddenly reignited!

"Chenxi!"

She spun around in surprise, her eyes stinging slightly.

"Chenxi, you’re awake!"

Little Chenxi blinked at Yan Xinxin and nodded.

"Xinxin Sister, I woke up..."

The childish voice was both innocent and frail.

The little one curved his small lips into a smile, his gaze turning to the equally concerned yet elated Ning Zitong.

"Auntie, it’s not sister Xinxin’s fault. Xixi... Xixi got so happy seeing Daddy... Xixi ran. Ran really fast. Xinxin Sister held Xixi, but Xixi was very scared..."

The little guy struggled to open and close his small mouth to explain, clearly sensing Ning Zitong’s anger toward Yan Xinxin.

"Xixi, be good. Don’t talk now. Let the doctor take a look at you, okay?"

Ning Zitong stepped forward and gently stroked his head, speaking softly.

Yan Xinxin watched from the side, her heart lightly stirred.

Although Ning Zitong’s attitude towards her was harsh and she clearly disliked her, Yan Xinxin could see clearly that she truly cherished and cared for little Chenxi. noveldrama

The doctor and nurse soon arrived.

Ning Zitong did not force Yan Xinxin to leave again, and Yan Xinxin stayed by the side, waiting for the doctor to complete the examination of little Chenxi.

"The child is awake now and there’s no cause for concern. Just ensure ample rest moving forward."

The young female doctor delivered reassuring news.

"However, the child’s blood type is exceedingly rare. In the future, make sure to be extra cautious to avoid injuries. This time, it was fortunate that Young Master Mo provided blood. Otherwise, it could have been a grave situation."

Yan Xinxin paused—little Chenxi’s blood type was rare? And Mo Chuxi’s blood type was also rare?

She couldn’t help but look curiously toward the doctor.

"May I ask, what blood type does Chenxi have?"

"What his blood type is has nothing to do with you! Yan Xinxin, you can leave now!"

Ning Zitong spoke again, urging her to go.

"Auntie..."

"Xixi, you need to be good. You’re sick right now, so you need proper rest. Don’t concern yourself with irrelevant people."

Ning Zitong’s voice softened as she gently coaxed him.

Little Chenxi glanced at Yan Xinxin and pursed his small lips, refraining from speaking further.

"Chenxi, rest well. Sister Xinxin will visit you again."

"Promise?"

Little Chenxi made an effort to raise his tiny hand and extended his pinky finger.

Yan Xinxin quickly reached out her own pinky finger and linked it with his delicate one.

Ning Zitong kept a stern expression as she watched, but ultimately did not intervene.

After leaving the hospital room, Yan Xinxin walked slowly back down the hall. She was almost at the end when she saw Mo Chuxi’s cold and stoic face appear before her.

"Yan Xinxin, did you go to see Chenxi? Do you not comprehend what I’ve been saying?"

His sharp, handsome face tensed as he stepped forward.

Yan Xinxin ignored his sarcastic tone and instead focused on a question she desperately wanted answered.

"Mo Chuxi, what... what is your blood type?"

"Huff—"

Yan Xinxin exhaled deeply, then closed her eyes. Suddenly, memories of what happened five years ago that summer flooded her mind...

She had thought time would be the best medicine for wounds, but the scars from that year refused to heal.

Yan Xinxin kept her eyes tightly shut, her brows furrowed deeply. The grip on the blanket in her hand grew tense...