"Lady Yan sure knows how to handle kids."
Ning Zitong said this with a aningful gaze directed at Yan Xinxin.
"Sister Xia, take Xixi to the garden to play. I need to have a word with this Lady Yan."
She instructed the maid beside her.
"Xixi, be good, we’ll see each other later, okay?"
Ning Zitong gently patted little Chenxi’s head with a kind expression.
"Mhm, mhm."
Little Chenxi nodded obediently, then turned to look at Yan Xinxin.
"Mama, we’ll see each other later."
"Mhm."
Yan Xinxin smiled and nodded.
Soon, the living room was left with just the two of them.
Yan Xinxin glanced around, vague scenes of familiarity flickering in her mind.
"Yan Xinxin, you’ve certainly gone to great lengths. First, you stole Xixi, whom I’ve painstakingly raised for five years, and now you’ve taken away our future son-in-law from the Mu family!"
Ning Zitong glared at Yan Xinxin with a hint of resentnt, but even after glaring, she didn’t feel much satisfaction.
The features and expressions of Yan Xinxin bore traces of Mu Qianyuan.
She found it impossible to truly hate Yan Xinxin completely.
"Mrs. Mu, Xixi is just a child—innocent and pure. She can instinctively feel who treats her well. For her to willingly call ’mom,’ it makes very happy. Please don’t maliciously interpret my intentions toward this child."
"Hmph."
Ning Zitong let out a cold laugh.
"Also, the relationship between Mo Chuxi and arrived at this point purely by accident. But I can say with certainty, even if I hadn’t appeared, he would never have ended up with Mu Qianshui."
"You..."
"Mrs. Mu, don’t you think your daughter, Mu Qianshui, is really problematic? Perhaps she’s been spoiled since childhood, growing up as a rich heiress, so much so that she can’t even discern right from wrong. Ti after ti, she resorts to disgraceful actions."
"Yan Xinxin, that’s enough!"
Ning Zitong snapped angrily, suddenly rising to her feet.
"Get out imdiately! And never co back to my house again!"
She stord upstairs after speaking, her anger evident.
Yan Xinxin remained seated, watching Ning Zitong’s furious retreat up the stairs, yet she didn’t feel triumphant.
Instead, there was an inexplicable feeling of loss gnawing at her.
She couldn’t help but care whether Ning Zitong and her husband would attend her wedding.
"Yan Xinxin, stop overthinking. You’re not Mu Qianyuan. You’re really not her..."
She murmured to herself as she stood up slowly, but then suddenly froze.
If I’m not Mu Qianyuan, then why do I call him ’Brother Xi?’
Why do fragnted mories keep surfacing in my mind?
Why do those fragnts always include a little girl and a little boy?
Why, exactly?
Yan Xinxin grew increasingly unsettled the more she thought about it.
But the DNA test with Mu Qianshui already proved she couldn’t be Mu Qianyuan.
She furrowed her delicate brows tightly. Just as she was about to turn away, she noticed two strands of hair on the sofa where Ning Zitong had been sitting earlier.
Yan Xinxin’s heart suddenly raced.
Her subconscious urged her hand to pick up one of the hairs.
Could it be that sibling tests aren’t accurate enough?
Perhaps a mother-daughter test would be more precise?
No.
I mustn’t think this way.
This wouldn’t be fair to Dad.
Dad has spoiled and loved since I was little. He’s always stood up for whenever soone spoke a single word against . How could he possibly not be my biological dad?
Yet... Yet why are there so many similarities between and Mu Qianyuan?
Yan Xinxin teetered on the brink of her inner conflict, the tangled emotions wringing her heart painfully.
She felt as if her head might explode!
Why, why, why!
"Lady Yan?"
A deep, steady voice abruptly ca from behind.
Yan Xinxin started violently, hurriedly stuffing the strand of hair into her pocket.
"Lady Yan, what are you doing?"
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