Chapter 1183: Chapter 1183: He Will Also Be a Corpse, and Your Precious Wife...
The flippant words made the veins on Mo Chuxi’s forehead bulge instantly!
He showed no mercy as he raised his fist again, but this time he punched Xiao Yiran in the face.
With a "bang," Xiao Yiran immediately tasted blood in his mouth.
"Mo Chuxi, you bastard!"
"That’s right, I’m your uncle, and if you don’t want to be beaten to a pulp, don’t test my patience!"
"..."
Xiao Yiran stared dumbfounded at the cold-eyed man.
"Mo Chuxi, if you dare touch me again, I’ll..."
"Bang!"
"..."
Before Xiao Yiran could finish, Mo Chuxi threw another punch to his stomach.
"Xiao Yiran, do you think there’s anything Mo Chuxi is afraid to do?"
"..."
Xiao Yiran was left speechless.
Mo Chuxi grabbed his collar even tighter, pressed him against the wall, his eyes sinister.
"Speak!"
His patience had run out.
"What did you say to Mu Shaoqian when you met him!"
"Hmph!"
Xiao Yiran sneered dismissively.
"Mo Chuxi, the more you want to know, the less I’ll tell you. If you have the skills, go find Mu Shaoqian. Unfortunately, even if you find him, by then he’ll already be a corpse, and your precious wife..."
He paused meaningfully.
"I wonder if your precious wife will still believe you then? Hahaha..."
Xiao Yiran laughed wildly and arrogantly.
It seemed he was sure Mo Chuxi wouldn’t do anything to him.
"Mo Chuxi, spend more time with your precious wife while you have it."
Mentioning Yan Xinxin, Mo Chuxi seemed momentarily distracted, and Xiao Yiran seized the opportunity to escape, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Blame yourself for being so infatuated with Mu Qianyuan. You couldn’t let her worry and you couldn’t stand her being anxious, so you deserve to be revenged by me!"
After shouting arrogantly at Mo Chuxi, Xiao Yiran immediately turned and ran.
Mo Chuxi raised his fist and smashed it against the wall, causing minor cracks and blood seeping from his hand.
He had realized that when men are despicable, they’re worse than women.
Xiao Yiran was a vivid example.
Thinking of the currently missing Mu Shaoqian and the grief-stricken Yan Xinxin made Mo Chuxi suddenly recall what Xiao Yiran had said to him in the conference room earlier that afternoon.
"How did Dou’e die?"
"Injustice."
This despicable man clearly believed that Mo Chuxi was going to be done in by him this time.
Mu family residence.
Yan Xinxin woke up wearily from sleep, immediately seeing Ning Zitong sitting by the bed with her eyes closed.
She gently blinked her sore eyes and slowly sat up.
The familiar feeling of the room enveloped her.
The memories of childhood returned, and she was officially home, but this home was once again incomplete.
She picked up Mu Shaoqian’s diary again, thinking of his possibly devastated state, her heartbeat even felt painful.
She put down the diary, picked up her phone intending to contact Mo Chuxi when a call came through.
She glanced at the caller ID and then at Ning Zitong before turning to the balcony to answer the phone.
"Are you a relative of Mr. Mu Shaoqian?"
Came the inquiry from the other end of the line.
Yan Xinxin nodded.
"I’m his sister."
"You’re his sister? Then you must be Mu Qianyuan?"
"Yes, I am. May I ask who is calling?"
"I’m a nurse from the Central Hospital. We found a medical report in Mr. Mu Shaoqian’s previous hospital room."
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