"Mr. Mu, are you interested in because I look very much like soone?"
Yan Xinxin said bluntly.
Mu Jingheng appeared slightly surprised upon hearing her words.
Yan Xinxin’s frankness and composure caught him off guard.
"I’m 23 years old this year."
She answered.
As soon as she stated her age, she noticed Mu Jingheng and Ning Zitong pause noticeably.
"As for my family..."
Yan Xinxin hesitated briefly.
"I have a father who loves dearly."
Upon hearing this sentence, Mu Jingheng seed montarily lost.
"Ah! The little fox is here again!"
Mu Shaoqian’s irritating voice traveled down from the staircase.
Yan Xinxin lifted her gaze and gave him a cold, indifferent look, her lips parting slightly.
"Turns out spoiled rich brats not only lack substance, but also don’t know how to talk like humans."
"..."
Mu Shaoqian’s relaxed expression turned to anger in an instant.
"Yan Xinxin, what did you just say?!"
"Shaoqian!"
Mu Jingheng expressed dissatisfaction.
"She is a guest; show so respect!"
"Dad, are you also bewitched by this woman’s face?!"
Mu Shaoqian stord angrily into the living room.
"Look at her! Is she anywhere near as pretty and well-behaved as Yuan?! Just because she looks sowhat similar, why is everyone being so polite to her? Don’t forget, it was this little fox who seduced Chuxi away from being Qianshui’s future husband..."
"Shut up!"
Mu Jingheng abruptly stood up and yelled furiously.
"Chuxi never liked Qianshui. You’re just deluding yourselves all this ti!"
"Dad..."
"Were you planning to go out now?"
Mu Jingheng cut him off, his imposing face filled with sternness.
"My friend invited ..."
"You are not allowed to go anywhere today. You’re coming with to inspect the factory!"
"...Dad, it’s the weekend."
"If you don’t want to go, then stop dreaming about inheriting any of my assets in the future!"
"...Dad, Dad!"
Mu Shaoqian beca flustered, hastily scrambling to follow Mu Jingheng out.
Lil’ Chenxi watched the two n leave, then suddenly hopped off Ning Zitong’s lap with a "plop" and walked over to Yan Xinxin’s side. Her chubby little white hand grasped Yan Xinxin’s.
"Mama, Mama, co to Xixi’s room!"
She said while tugging at Yan Xinxin’s hand.
"Auntie, Xixi will be back soon!"
She didn’t forget to call out to Ning Zitong.
Watching the two small figures ascending the stairs, Ning Zitong hesitated to stop them but said nothing in the end.
As she gazed at Yan Xinxin’s silhouette, the scars of longing in her heart seed to heal a little.
Yan Xinxin was soone she both wanted to see and didn’t want to see.
Going upstairs for the second ti.
Yan Xinxin instinctively glanced at a particular room, only to unexpectedly find Mu Qianyuan’s room door open. It appeared a servant was cleaning inside.
"Mama, Xixi’s room is right ahead. Xixi wants to take Whiteie back."
She said as she let go of Yan Xinxin’s hand and dashed joyfully toward her room.
Yan Xinxin nodded absentmindedly. When she reached Mu Qianyuan’s room doorway, her feet stopped involuntarily.
She raised her eyes to look inside, her heartbeat quickening.
It was an extraordinarily beautiful and romantic princess room, adorned with sakura-pink tones—a dreamy and enchanting sight.
Yan Xinxin stepped forward, unable to control herself, walking into the room. The scent of sunlight instantly enveloped her, and she glanced around, her gaze suddenly freezing.
There was a photo album.
Yan Xinxin slowly reached out to take it and opened to the first page, where she saw an innocent and radiant smiling face.
Her heartbeat sped up suddenly. Yan Xinxin flipped page after page until she finally saw the set of photos that she had previously glimpsed on Ning Zitong’s phone.
Mu Qianyuan’s little red heart-shaped mark on her lower back...
Yan Xinxin lifted her hand and gently caressed it. In an instant, her head began to ache intensely.
"Thud."
The photo album slipped from her hand.
Yan Xinxin abruptly raised her hands to hold her head, her pupils dilating sharply.
"Brother Xi!"
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