Upon hearing this, Mu Qianshui chuckled with satisfaction.
It was simply effortless!
Won like this housewife could be dealt with in just a few casual words.
As long as she invoked the na of Mu Qianshui, was there any ordinary citizen she couldn’t handle?
"Mom, this is the business of Mu Qianshui and Young Master Mo. Us commoners can’t possibly intervene, can we?"
Yan Zhirou suddenly chid in, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
"What’s more, if by chance Yan Xinxin and Young Master Mo really end up together, our family will gain all kinds of benefits!"
She deliberately emphasized the word "benefits," and Ye Lirong imdiately understood.
Mu Qianshui and Mira also caught on simultaneously.
Sure enough, Yan Zhirou matched the rumors: a superficial woman blinded by money.
To Mu Qianshui, this made things even easier.
"Here is my business card."
She offered the card with a gentle smile.
"Actually, I run my own talent agency. Lady Yan has great potential in terms of looks and figure—if she’s interested, she could co for an interview at my office tomorrow."
After speaking, Mu Qianshui turned to Ye Lirong with a polite smile.
"Auntie, I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave now. See you next ti!"
"Ah, ah, alright! Goodbye, goodbye!"
Encountering soone as poised and gracious as Mu Qianshui left Ye Lirong utterly flattered.
But Yan Zhirou, standing to the side, stared disdainfully at the two figures retreating back.
"Hah, putting on a show!"
She scoffed and tossed Mu Qianshui’s business card onto the ground in disdain.
Ye Lirong quickly bent down to pick it up.
"Rou, what’s wrong with you? You’re acting so strange!"
She couldn’t make sense of her daughter’s behavior—wasn’t Yan Zhirou usually money-hungry? So why today...?
"Mom, can’t you see? That woman clearly wants to use us to get rid of Yan Xinxin, the obstacle in her way."
"You’re not fond of Xinxin, aren’t you? Helping this Mu Qianshui could benefit us significantly, don’t you think?"
"I don’t like Yan Xinxin because she’s not even my real sister!"
Yan Zhirou seethed indignantly.
"Young Master Mo initially fancied ! Why else would he sneak to watch from downstairs back then?"
She sat down on the sofa in a fit of resentnt.
"Keep your voice down—Xinxin doesn’t know about this!"
"What are you afraid of? There’s no one else here!"
Yan Zhirou rolled her eyes, utterly unconcerned.
"It’s all Dad’s fault! Why did he take her in back then? Even got himself imprisoned for fighting over this cheap little stray—what a lunatic!"
"Rou, whatever the case, that’s your father. Show so respect."
"Tch!"
Yan Zhirou remained indifferent.
Ye Lirong still couldn’t figure her out.
"Rou, are you really not going to help Mu Qianshui? She might make you a superstar. Then—"
"Spare !"
Yan Zhirou leisurely crossed her legs and swung them back and forth nonchalantly.
"The biggest threat to won is other won outshining them, especially cunning types like Mu Qianshui—would she really help rise? Hah!"
She suddenly sat upright and fetched sothing from her room.
"Mom, look, do you know what this is?"
"This is..."
Ye Lirong squinted, scrutinizing the item in Yan Zhirou’s hands.
"Isn’t this Xinxin’s Angel’s Tears?"
"Precisely!"
Yan Zhirou curled her lips in smug satisfaction.
"That little tramp left her finished creation at that brat’s grave, so I helped myself to it."
"You an Chun’s grave?"
"Absolutely!"
Yan Zhirou’s grin widened, her eyes darkening with an insidious gleam.
"Next month, the International Convention Center will host a grand jewelry exhibition gala. Mom, just watch how I tear apart Yan Xinxin—that self-proclaid high-and-mighty tramp! Let’s see if she dares seduce Young Master Mo after that!"
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