Upon hearing Mu Jingheng’s questioning words, Ning Zitong didn’t dare to look into his eyes. She just fiddled with her fingers anxiously, heading towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

"I think, I think this is too hasty, too rushed..."

She tried to use these weak excuses to persuade Mu Jingheng.

"I want to hold a formal press conference another day, and then officially announce Yuan’s identity, and formally let her become the eldest daughter of the Mu family."

"Hmph."

Mu Jingheng chuckled lightly at her words.

"So you think tonight isn’t grand enough, not grand enough to legitimize that impostor, yet allowing our biological daughter to be called low and shabby in front of so many people! Ah Tong, doesn’t your heart ache at all!"

"No, no! That’s not what I meant!"

Ning Zitong quickly explained, her eyes reddening.

"Ah Jing, I didn’t mean that, listen to me..."

"I don’t want to hear it anymore. I thought you were starting to feel something, that subconsciously you sensed who was real and who was fake. I thought you just couldn’t accept it, couldn’t face it! But it turns out, I was wrong..."

Mu Jingheng reprimanded continuously, finally letting out a disappointed sigh.

"Ah Tong, go back to your room and sleep. I’m going to work in the study tonight."

"Ah Jing..."

Ning Zitong wanted to say something but stopped. Seeing Mu Jingheng’s retreating back, she could only swallow the words that were stuck in her throat, her eyes reddening further.

Reaching this point today, she knew deep down it was a consequence of her own actions, and she could blame no one.

Night had already fallen deeply.

Ning Zitong tossed and turned all night in bed, unable to sleep, only falling into a dazed sleep near morning.

Yan Xinxin woke up early, and when she got up, Mo Chuxi had already cleaned Little Xi’s body and dressed him in clean, fresh clothes.

Unexpectedly, President Mo had some talent as a "nanny dad."

She could see that he was very attentive.

But perhaps, because of what happened five years ago, he felt he hadn’t fulfilled his responsibility as a father to Xi and Chun, and thus he was particularly attentive and diligent in caring for Little Baozi right now.

At this moment, Yan Xinxin was holding the soft Little Baozi in her arms, and Little Baozi was happily nursing, his little face becoming chubbier and more robust by the day.

"Xi, don’t fuss. I’ll get ready to exchange our son soon. Go prepare breakfast for me quickly, and I’ll go change clothes."

She spoke as she got out of bed, moving freely, not at all like a woman who had just given birth.

Mo Chuxi immediately stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Yan Xinxin from behind.

Just as he was about to speak, there was a knock on the door, and Little Zi stood at the entrance to report.

"Young Master, Young Madam, Mrs. Mu has arrived."