My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 613 Song Pianlan Reveals Her True Colors 1

Hearing Mo Yinhe’s words, everyone, including Si Mingjing, was visibly shocked, their eyes brimming with admiration. Could he truly possess such an ability?

Mu Genggeng’s face turned pale with fear, her whole body trembling. She had never imagined Mo Yinhe possessed such an ability!

No! Absolutely not! She must not become Song Pianlan again; her wonderful life had just begun. She couldn’t return to being the infamous, universally hated Song Pianlan! Even though she had used that name for more than twenty years, at this moment, Song Pianlan felt nothing but disdain. She wished she had truly been born as Mu Genggeng and never the Song Pianlan who relied on her brother’s marriage into a wealthy family to become a lady—the fake heiress of a sham wealthy family!

Mo Yinhe’s gaze was cold, inscrutable, and profound. "The examination method won’t harm her body," he stated. "Furthermore, if her soul has truly been swapped, this test can restore the original soul to its rightful place and obliterate the foreign soul occupying this body."

Mo Yinhe spoke nonchalantly, yet every word seemed to seal Song Pianlan’s doom.

"I won’t do it! I won’t do it!" Mu Genggeng screamed.

Agitated, she pushed Fengjue aside. He had been standing like a steadfast guardian before the glass door. "Move aside! I want to leave this place! I want to go back to school!"

Ye Siyuan gave Mu Genggeng a shove. "Why are you so agitated? Are you acting this way because you have a guilty conscience and are afraid you’ll be turned to ashes? Eldest Brother, test her!"

Ye Siyuan was thrilled.

Yan Zhenxi also said, "Big Brother Mo, test her!"

Ye Shen chimed in, "Brother, quick, quick, test her!"

Even Yan Mu fell silent, standing to the side and staring at Mu Genggeng, who had suddenly become so distraught.

Although he didn’t believe that bodies could be occupied by other souls, Mu Genggeng’s abnormal reaction made him wary. He trusted Mo Yinhe; his word was his bond, and he wouldn’t deceive him with such matters. Since Mo Yinhe had said it wouldn’t harm Mu Genggeng’s body, Yan Mu was no longer as desperate to protect her as before.

If it were true, if the Mu Genggeng before him wasn’t really Mu Genggeng, how could he face his deceased comrade?

So, after thinking for a moment, Yan Mu stepped forward, reached out to grab Mu Genggeng’s arm, and said, "Genggeng, to prove yourself, let Big Brother Mo perform the check. As long as you’re still Genggeng, there’s nothing to be afraid of."

"I won’t do it! I said I won’t! Yan Mu, you ungrateful bastard! My brother died saving you, yet you let these people bully his only sister! My brother’s spirit in heaven is watching you; he’s glaring at you!" Mu Genggeng shrieked, lashing out at Yan Mu.

Yan Zhenxi came over, wishing she could slap Mu Genggeng. She retorted, "My brother owes Mu Genggeng’s brother, not you. My brother has done so much over the years to compensate Mu Genggeng; that should be enough! Even if it isn’t, his comrade’s sister’s fate is unknown, her body allegedly possessed by you. My brother has an even greater duty to uncover the truth. Otherwise, his comrade’s spirit in heaven will truly glare at him constantly. Brother, this test must be done!"

Mu Genggeng’s words stung Yan Mu, causing a painful twinge in his heart. But hearing his sister’s words, he composed himself and said with determination, "Do it!"

Mu Genggeng wept, wailing and screaming, trying to break free from Yan Mu. But Yan Mu was resolute, gripping her wrist so she couldn’t escape. He then turned to Mo Yinhe. "Big Brother Mo, I’ll have to trouble you. How do we do the examination?"

"Wait here," Mo Yinhe said, leaving everyone with a mysterious view of his departing back.

Then, he left the terrace and walked out of the bedroom.

A full five minutes later, Mo Yinhe returned with a glass of water.

The water was blue—the clear, vibrant color of a blue cocktail. But Mu Genggeng’s eyes were filled with terror, and her voice trembled. "What is this?"

Mo Yinhe handed the glass of water to Yan Mu. "Make her drink it. If both the soul and body belong to Mu Genggeng, then after five minutes, she will be fine. If the soul and body are not from the same person, the current soul will feel an intense burning sensation. The foreign soul will be directly burned to ashes, allowing the original soul to return. This is the best way for you to repay your comrade. He is watching you from heaven."

Yan Mu took the bowl of water, his expression tight as if wrestling with an intense internal conflict. Eventually, his gaze cleared, his expression firming with resolve. He brought the bowl to Mu Genggeng’s mouth. "Genggeng, drink it. Prove to me that you’re Genggeng. If I’ve misunderstood you, I’ll apologize afterwards and accept any punishment you deem fit."

"I won’t drink! I won’t drink! I won’t drink! I don’t— MMM, GLUG, GLUG..."

When Yan Mu got serious, he was truly solemn. He directly grasped Mu Genggeng’s jaw, forcing her mouth open, and poured the entire bowl of water down her throat.

"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH..."

After she finished drinking, Yan Mu released Mu Genggeng.

Mu Genggeng choked for a long time. A fiery sensation rolled down her throat and spread throughout her body.

She felt hot—a searing, burning sensation.

Mo Yinhe had said that if the body and soul were not from the same person, she would feel an intense burning sensation, one powerful enough to reduce her to ashes within five minutes.

Mu Genggeng cried, wailing and glaring at everyone present. She had worked so hard to become Mu Genggeng, thinking she had found a new life. Yet, in less than half a year, she was about to be reduced to ashes. Why did she have to suffer so? Why? The shock of it all was too much for Mu Genggeng!

Since she was going to be reduced to ashes anyway, why should she keep pretending? She was filled with hatred. She glowered at Yan Mu, who had forced her to drink that bowl of water. "Yan Mu, you beast! You deserve to live in torment for the rest of your life! You’ll be repentant forever because you failed to protect your comrade’s sister! AHAHA, AHAHA..."

Yan Mu’s expression turned dark and stormy. "What do you mean by that?"

"What do I mean? Haha, of course, it’s literal! That’s right! I’m not Mu Genggeng; I’m Song Pianlan! So what? Mu Genggeng died a long time ago! You failed your comrade! Your comrade is watching you from heaven—oh, how disappointed he must be! He saved you, yet you didn’t protect his sister! AHAHA, AHAHA..."

A buzz went through Yan Mu’s head. He suddenly hauled her up, his hand clamping around her neck, his fury uncontrollable. "Are you really not Genggeng?"

"COUGH, COUGH... No... I’m not... The Mu Genggeng you wanted to protect died long ago, COUGH, COUGH, COUGH..."

Choked by Yan Mu, Mu Genggeng gasped for breath, but she still wanted to provoke him, to taunt him in her final moments.

One thought dominated her mind: she wouldn’t live, and Yan Mu wouldn’t have a moment’s peace either.

Just then, Mo Yinhe’s cold laugh reached her ears. "Just a bowl of ordinary cocktail with some vodka, and it made you show your true colors, Song Pianlan. You really are pathetic."