"How can I make you accept this fact? Tell me! As long as you tell me, I can do it! I absolutely can do it..." Jun Moxie said in a deep voice.

"Really? Then I want my Jun Ye back! I want my lover back! That's all I want..." Miao Xiaomiao shrieked hoarsely: "Give me back my Jun Ye! Give me back my heart! Give it back to me! I want my Jun Ye, I want my husband, I want my man! I want to grow old with him, I want to bear his children, I want to be inseparable from him for all eternity!"

Miao Xiaomiao burst into tears, suddenly lunging forward, grabbing the lapel of Jun Moxie's robes, and crying out: "Liar! Give me back my Jun Ye, give me back my happiness! Give it back to me, give it back to me!"

She struck him wildly, tears streaming down her face, an expression of profound despair etched upon it.

Jun Moxie stood unmoving, his heart torn by knives!

In two lifetimes, he had never felt such acute suffering.

He suddenly understood.

He had always assumed that he was Mo Junye—that Mo Junye was merely another facet of himself. If the two identities merged, everything would naturally resolve itself.

But now he knew he had been completely presumptuous.

Because the one Miao Xiaomiao had fallen in love with was Mo Junye, not Jun Moxie!

Never had it been so!

Mo Junye and Jun Moxie were fundamentally two entirely different people!

Different personalities, different statuses, different looks, different auras!

A woman's heart is like this: her heart was already filled with one Mo Junye, and naturally, it could not accommodate another Jun Moxie! If someone suddenly told her that the two people in her mind were actually one... an outsider might quickly accept it, perhaps even finding it insignificant.

But for Miao Xiaomiao, the person directly involved, it was not the same concept at all! Accepting Mo Junye was not equivalent to accepting Jun Moxie? It was different! It was akin to transferring her affections to another! While this might sound far-fetched, it was an undeniable truth!

If it were Mei Xueyan or Guan Qinghan, and if they were told without prior knowledge that Jun Moxie had never existed, that it was actually Mo Junye all along... they too would find it impossible to accept!

Miao Xiaomiao was undoubtedly a very traditional woman—soft on the outside, resolute within. Her softness was like water, capable of extreme yielding, but her resolve, her hardness, surpassed fire in its intensity!

She absolutely could not tolerate her sacred love being so profaned!

Nor could she allow the man in her heart to simply transform into a different form!

To use a somewhat inadequate analogy: what if a woman was in love with Wong Fei-hung, but then was told she had to marry Jet Li? Was that possible?

Even though every person on Earth knew that Wong Fei-hung was a character portrayed by Jet Li.

This was an irresolvable deadlock!

Miao Xiaomiao cried heartbrokenly for a while, weeping until her body was weak and her spirit shattered. Slumping over the desk, she finally fell into a deep sleep... Even in her slumber, her body would occasionally twitch, and tears continued to stream from her eyes... Such a blow was simply unbearable for a delicate young girl like her!

Jun Moxie watched the collapsed Miao Xiaomiao on the desk, utterly at a loss, feeling his own heart was a mess of tangled threads, constantly being twisted by knives.

A sound came from the doorway; Mei Xueyan stepped in softly. Looking at Jun Moxie, she asked quietly, "She... finds it hard to accept..."

Jun Moxie nodded with a wry smile, then let out a long sigh.

"This is all trouble you stirred up..." Mei Xueyan sighed, looking at the sleeping Miao Xiaomiao. "She is a good woman; don't let her down..." Jun Moxie slowly stood up, distressed. "I never wanted to let her down, but... Xueyan, tell me... what should be done about this matter?" "Do whatever needs to be done..." Mei Xueyan shot him a look: "It's just surprising that even after all the groundwork we laid beforehand, it still didn't work out..." She let out a long sigh.

When Miao Xiaomiao arrived here, Mei Xueyan had already discussed this matter with Guan Qinghan.

The two women, approaching it from a feminine perspective and considering Miao Xiaomiao's position, deliberated and found the situation increasingly complicated. After witnessing firsthand Miao Xiaomiao's wholehearted devotion and care for "Mo Jun...", both women felt a terrible sense of foreboding.

This woman had clearly fallen in love with the other identity of Jun Moxie, Mo Junye, to the very core...

That was why Mei Xueyan had orchestrated the scene where all the women simultaneously staged a jealous confrontation, forcing Jun Moxie's hand, hoping that with Jun Moxie's charisma, he could slowly merge with the Mo Junye in Miao Xiaomiao's heart...

And Dugu Xiaoyi had often provided subtle reminders—once this matter was brought into the open, it would become irrecoverable. Only through such subtle hints...

The best resolution would be for Miao Xiaomiao to realize something on her own and slowly manage to shift her own perspective...

If Miao Xiaomiao had realized at that time that Mo Junye might be Jun Moxie...

Then, revealing the truth afterward might not have been so difficult. A little teasing from the other women, and she might have accepted it gradually.

But they hadn't expected Miao Xiaomiao's complete, unwavering trust in Mo Junye, without the slightest suspicion—the carefully orchestrated drama by the women had turned into a complete self-amusement performance...

In the end, it fell to Jun Moxie to personally unveil the unfortunate truth... To prevent Miao Xiaomiao from feeling embarrassed, Mei Xueyan had chased the overly curious young girls, like Dugu Xiaoyi, far away, with Guan Qinghan keeping watch over them.

But seeing the situation deteriorate to this point, even Mei Xueyan was helpless...

It was truly too entangled!

"This is likely very difficult to change! At least not in the short term!" Mei Xueyan looked at Miao Xiaomiao with some pity. "Her current state is one of absolute hatred for you! To use an extreme comparison, her situation is like us suddenly receiving the terrible news that you were murdered; it's unacceptable, perhaps even worse! Because in our case, there was an object for revenge, but she doesn't even have that..."

"You annihilated her Jun Ye, you shattered her love! You, Jun Moxie, are her great enemy, but while Jun Moxie is not Mo Junye, Mo Junye is always Jun Moxie. She cannot take revenge on the person she loves most, or even face him. If I were her, I would be equally lost. The only way now is patient waiting, letting her figure it out herself. Only when she figures it out herself is there a possibility of a perfect resolution! Give her more time; any action in this current state will only backfire!"

"But how long will this time take? I am truly worried. I fear she might fall into a nightmare again, like last time..." Jun Moxie sighed.

"If you just wait, that time might stretch to eternity without change. If you don't want to carry regret in your heart—then you must find a way to change her! Make her shift from deeply liking Mo Junye to deeply loving Jun Moxie! Let the latter truly replace the former!" Mei Xueyan turned to the side and said lightly, "This is a long process! For a resolute woman like her, changing her object of affection... is hard! It's destined to be very difficult! But no matter how hard it is, that is your responsibility! An inescapable responsibility..."

"You must do it..." Mei Xueyan stressed heavily.

"Yes! This is my responsibility! I must do it! And I must do it well..." Jun Moxie's gaze gradually sharpened and became resolute.

"Go," retrieve this girl again. If the Lord of Evil, Jun Moxie, cannot accomplish what Mo Junye could do, how can that be? Don't forget, you have a huge advantage... she is already your woman. This matter sounds difficult, and implementing it is difficult, but there is a slight shortcut to be found..." As Mei Xueyan spoke, there was a faint hint of sourness in her tone—her beautiful eyes slanted sideways, holding a subtle, lingering resentment.

Miao Xiaomiao was already Jun Moxie's woman, yet she, his nominal primary wife, was still a virgin, and moreover, she had to help him win over other women and salvage their affections...

"What shortcut..." Jun Moxie quickly inquired.

"You are usually so smart; why are you dense now? Didn't I just say it? Mo Junye is Jun Moxie, but Jun Moxie is not Mo Junye. You don't need her to transfer her love, abandoning Mo Junye to throw herself into the arms of Young Master Jun. You just need to make her understand that the one who swore eternal devotion to her was fundamentally you, Jun Moxie! That the two are the same person! Do I need to spell out such a simple thing..." Mei Xueyan snorted, "This part, you need to grasp yourself..."

Jun Moxie fell into contemplation.

"I'll take her to rest for a while first. As for the matters at the Phantom Estate, you figure out how to handle them!" Mei Xueyan shot him an annoyed look.

Young Master Jun made some murmuring sounds, suddenly growing clever. "Xueyan, are you feeling a bit unbalanced in your heart? Seeing as they all... uh... they've been intimate with me, but you haven't... ah, if you weren't so reserved, if you had agreed earlier, wouldn't we have already... uh... uh... done it? Perhaps even now we could be... doing... uh... uh..." (Well, this section requires everyone to translate it themselves, to feel it, to... deeply ponder, explore, and grope for meaning...)

This fellow was strange; he didn't have many tactics for Miao Xiaomiao or even Dugu Xiaoyi, but when it came to Mei Xueyan—the one unanimously deemed the most difficult among the women—he had endless tricks...

"Get out! What nonsense is this, talking about this and that! Aren't you worried about little sister Xiao Miao..." Mei Xueyan's face instantly flushed with shyness.

It seemed Young Master Jun was merely trying to find levity in his misery. Hearing her retort, he retracted his head slightly and sighed.

Mei Xueyan lightly picked up Miao Xiaomiao, then suddenly started in alarm, "This girl is truly... resolute! But... why go to such extremes? While Jun Moxie is not Mo Junye, Mo Junye is Jun Moxie. Why get so hung up on such a detail..."

Jun Moxie turned to look and saw that the desk where Miao Xiaomiao had been leaning was slick with blood. It was far from an unintentional, grief-stricken spitting of blood; she had intentionally used her profound techniques to force the expulsion!

Mei Xueyan let out a long sigh and lifted Miao Xiaomiao in her arms. Then she heard Miao Xiaomiao murmuring in her unconscious state: "I only want my Jun Ye, I don't want you. I don't owe you... The Exquisite Lotus you gave me, I vomit it back!" I don't owe you..."

This woman's resolution was truly extreme!