C6 A Sinner Is Unworthy of Negotiating!

Even though she was aware of being used, Yeh Xirann had grown fond of the child.

The little one was always playfully stirring inside her, sometimes hiccupping uncontrollably, endearingly clumsy...

Her only wish was for him to be reborn into a better family in the next life, not necessarily wealthy, but safe and healthy.

Soon after, Mu Yanchen's office door opened, and he carefully escorted Mu Wenxuan into the elevator.

Yeh Xirann stood still, waiting for him to initiate the conversation.

"When did you wake up?"

The question from Mu Yanchen caught Yeh Xirann off guard; she hadn't expected him to ask that first.

And yet, he had the audacity to ask!

The household registration bore no record of divorce or widowhood; he was oblivious to when his lawful wife had regained consciousness...

"It doesn't matter... I'm worthless, but even the heavens didn't claim my life, so I caught a break," Yeh Xirann said as she approached Mu Yanchen, gesturing towards the documents he had carelessly tossed into the corner of the coffee table. "Young Master Mu, perhaps you should sign those two documents first."

Mu Yanchen's brow furrowed as he retrieved the printouts.

The office lacked a sunshade, and the sunlight bathed him, softening his usually stern demeanor.

Yeh Xirann leaned against the doorway, her inner turmoil firmly repressed, leaving a mask of detachment on her face.

"Yeh's Embroidery..."

"Yeh's Embroidery is the legacy my parents left for my brother and me. You have no right to take it from us," Yeh Xirann interjected with unwavering conviction.

Mu Yanchen, who seldom showed amusement, let out a cold laugh, "I don't have the right? Have you forgotten what I've said during your long sleep?"

"I haven't forgotten a single word you've said, but the loss of the child wasn't my fault," Yeh Xirann countered, stepping forward to meet Mu Yanchen's icy gaze. "You were ready to abandon him, weren't you? Your decision was clear at the time."

Mu Yanchen grasped Yeh Xirann's chin, his lips barely parting, "Don't twist my words. Whether I choose to abandon or save you is entirely different from you deliberately provoking someone else to act."

Yeh Xirann's eyes suddenly widened, hardly believing her own ears.

"So... Mr. Mu, you're this furious because you didn't get to kick me one more time? You may not love me, but the child carries your blood. Be careful, too many sins might just bring retribution!"

Though she never spoke the words outright, Yeh Xirann had always known why Mu Yanchen wanted her to bear a child, and she had her suspicions about the paternity of the child Mu Wenxuan was carrying.

He had gone to great lengths for the Mu family's control, for the stability of Mu's business, and to shield Mu Wenxuan from criticism.

The fury that had been building in Mu Yanchen's gaze was suddenly unleashed by Yeh Xirann's provocation. His hand slipped down and grasped her throat, lifting her effortlessly.

The sensation of choking was just like when she had fallen into the sea; she closed her eyes just as she had then...

But this time, before she could pass out, Mu Yanchen flicked his wrist, and she was left hanging in the air before crashing down onto the sofa.

Mu Yanchen gave her a cold glance and shoved all the printouts into the shredder.

"You can reclaim Yeh's Embroidery on your own merit, but forget about the divorce."

"Mu Yanchen, I know you and Mu Wenxuan are in love, and now she's pregnant with your child. Why drag me into this?" Yeh Xirann was so upset that her eyes reddened, but she fought back the tears.

She couldn't cry, especially not in front of this man.

"Because you haven't repaid Xuan Xuan for what you owe her... A sinner has no right to make demands."

Mu Yanchen returned, leaning slightly to look at her, his voice cool and steady, as if he were discussing something utterly mundane.

That single sentence caused the suppressed hatred in Yeh Xirann's heart to erupt. She raised her hand, ready to deliver a slap across his face.