"What did you say? Is it true?"
Yan Zhirou was utterly shocked, staring at the smug-looking Mu Qianshui.
Mu Qianshui glanced at Yan Zhirou haughtily.
"A million might be a huge sum for a family like yours, but for , it’s nothing more than pocket money."
"Lady Qianshui has a point!"
Ye Lirong chid in with a smile, while extending an invitation.
"Lady Qianshui, please co in and have a seat."
"Alright."
Mu Qianshui curved her bright red lips into a smile and, stepping gracefully in her high heels, entered the house.
"Heh!"
Yan Zhirou scoffed coldly at Mu Qianshui, her disdainful laugh cutting through the air.
"Mom, I’ve made plans with a friend. Since Lady Mu is here to discuss sothing with you, there’s no point in staying. I’m leaving!"
Before finishing her statent, Yan Zhirou hurriedly descended the stairs.
Mu Qianshui rolled her eyes at Yan Zhirou’s retreating figure, then casually walked to the sofa. Taking a tissue from her handbag, she placed it on the cushion before sitting down.
Ye Lirong, now focused on Mu Qianshui, cheerfully closed the door, poured her a glass of water, and respectfully handed it to her with a smile.
"Lady Qianshui, please have so water."
"If it’s not distilled water, I don’t drink it."
Mu Qianshui replied coldly. Seeing Ye Lirong’s face stiffening slightly, she added a seemingly magnanimous smile.
"Have a seat."
She gestured, as though she were the real mistress of the house.
"Ah, of course."
Ye Lirong ekly obeyed. Once seated, her eyes drifted to Mu Qianshui’s right wrist.
A clearly visible S-shaped birthmark, roughly the size of a coin.
Such a distinctive mark—it was hard to believe anyone else could have the sa.
Moreover...
"I know everything you’ve done before,"
Mu Qianshui suddenly began.
Her words froze Ye Lirong in place.
She knows everything I’ve done in the past?
What does that an?
Could it be that she has already figured out that I’m her...
"Five years ago, you falsely claid that Yan Xinxin’s newborn daughter had died from heart failure, when in fact, you sold her to an infertile couple. Am I wrong?"
Ye Lirong had thought Mu Qianshui was rely suspecting their relationship, but now, she heard this shocking revelation!
She froze again, guilt gnawing at her, unable to sit still.
"Judging by your expression, I think I already know the answer."
Mu Qianshui said confidently, raising her hand to play with her nails.
"Lady Qianshui, how... how did you know this?"
"How I found out is irrelevant. What matters is that I’ve helped you keep this a secret. If that Mo Chuxi finds out that you sold his precious daughter, what do you think he’ll do to you?"
"Crash!"
At those words, the water glass Ye Lirong was holding slipped from her hands, shattering on the ground. Her face turned pale with fear.
She had learned from the jewelry exhibition incident that the man who was with Yan Xinxin five years ago was Mo Chuxi.
Which ant Xi and Chun were Mo Chuxi’s children—a fact she dared not provoke!
Watching Ye Lirong tremble with fear, Mu Qianshui sneered disdainfully.
"Relax. I won’t let anything happen to you."
"Lady Qianshui..."
Ye Lirong stared nervously and suspiciously at Mu Qianshui’s smiling face. Why... why would she help her?
Could she really be my...
"I can help you keep this secret, ensuring Chuxi never finds out this information. But you’d better answer my questions honestly."
"What would Lady Qianshui like to ask?"
"Yan Xinxin—is she adopted? She isn’t your biological daughter, is she!"
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