"Screech——"
Hearing Yan Xinxin’s words, Mo Chuxi obediently stepped on the brakes.
Still wondering why she suddenly asked him to stop, Yan Xinxin opened the car door and got out with a clear purpose, walking toward a specific direction.
Mo Chuxi lifted his gaze, soon spotting a familiar old face that made his stomach churn with disgust.
"Xinxin! You’re finally back!"
Upon seeing Yan Xinxin, Ye Lirong quickly rushed up to her, grabbing her hand forcefully.
"Xinxin, I beg you! Let your sister go! Rou is still so young; she can’t go to jail!"
Ye Lirong clung tightly to Yan Xinxin’s hand, her face filled with frantic pleading.
"Xinxin, Rou is your biological sister! You grew up together, she’s always called you ’big sister.’ How can you ruin her bright future over such a minor issue?"
Yan Xinxin’s heart wavered just slightly, but upon hearing Ye Lirong’s words, she couldn’t help but laugh.
"Minor issue?"
Yan Xinxin felt genuinely sarcastic.
"Yan Zhirou stole my draft and handmade designs, twisted the truth to pass them off as her own work, and then shalessly accused to ruin my reputation in the jewelry design industry, ensuring I would never recover. Is that a ’minor issue’?"
She questioned, a fresh wave of pain washing over her heart.
"In front of so many elites, noblewon, and gossip-hungry dia, she casually bribed so sleazy man to sar my integrity and publicly humiliate . That’s also a ’minor issue’?"
Yan Xinxin asked each word like a verdict, her voice trembling by the end.
Her brilliant eyes showed faint signs of mist.
"Mom, am I really your daughter? Why is it that Yan Zhirou’s outrageous actions can still be brushed off as trivial?"
"Of course you’re my daughter! I raised you from a baby—have you really beco so ungrateful?"
Ye Lirong quickly denied it, her voice brimming with indignation.
"And in the end, isn’t it just a small matter? Look at you; you’re still perfectly fine, and you’re about to go from rags to riches. Why are you still targeting your sister like this?"
Ye Lirong’s words made Yan Xinxin’s heart turn cold in an instant.
The tears of disappointnt pooling in her eyes were forcibly pushed back.
For the first ti, she let out a self-deprecating laugh, feeling utterly pathetic.
Looking at Ye Lirong’s indifferent expression, Yan Xinxin chuckled softly and stared at her.
"Never have I seen a mother refer to her own daughter as a crow."
"..."
"As a mother, shouldn’t your proper response to your daughter’s wedding be offering your blessings?"
Yan Xinxin questioned. Ye Lirong remained silent, feigning ignorance.
"Yes, I’m about to soar to the top and beco a phoenix, but I swear, I will never forgive those who have hurt or bullied before!"
Yan Xinxin’s beautiful pupils shrank sharply as her tone grew resolute!
"I don’t know what will happen to Yan Zhirou in the future, but she will bear full responsibility for everything she did to !"
With those crisp, forceful words, she turned and left, her rare display of dominance making Ye Lirong montarily dumbstruck.
It took her a few seconds to recover.
"Yan Xinxin, stop right there!"
Ye Lirong yelled loudly.
She reached out, trying to grab Yan Xinxin’s arm, but right at that instant, Mo Chuxi’s commanding figure erged with an overpowering presence.
He wrapped his arm protectively around Yan Xinxin’s shoulders, pulling her into his embrace while aiming a piercing, icy glare at the now frantic Ye Lirong.
"Do you want to join your precious daughter in prison?"
Mo Chuxi’s cold words sent Ye Lirong retreating in fear, pulling her hand back imdiately!
eting his chilling gaze, her legs suddenly gave way, and she dropped to her knees with a loud "thud!"
"Xinxin! I beg you, please!"
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