Ergency exit.
"Yan Zhirou, enough. There's nothing left for us to talk about. Stop bothering ."
Yan Xinxin shook off Yan Zhirou's tightly clenched hand in an irritable motion, her patience utterly exhausted.
For so many years, ever since she could rember, as an elder sister, she had always yielded to this younger sister. Even when Yan Zhirou made excessive demands, she would submit and fulfill them without hesitation.
She thought they were biological sisters, bound by blood, ant to care for each other. But the result?
Yan Zhirou had drugged and intoxicated her, then sent her to another man's bed—for money.
Perhaps the only thing to be grateful for was that the man that night turned out to be Mo Chuxi—the man Yan Zhirou had tried every trick to get close to!
"Ha!"
Yan Zhirou crossed her arms, casting a mocking glance at Yan Xinxin with seductive disdain.
"Haven't seen you in a few days, but my, Yan Xinxin, you've co a long way, huh? Getting thrown out of the house seems to have had no impact on you at all."
"You want to see struggling on the streets with Xi, holess and wretched, don't you?"
Yan Xinxin let out a cold laugh full of disappointnt.
"Yan Zhirou, why do I even have a sister like you?"
"Yan Xinxin, do you think I care about having a sister like you? Acting like a beauty, seducing n wherever you go! Shaless, getting pregnant before marriage! Hmph!"
Yan Zhirou's envious gaze viciously focused on Yan Xinxin's delicate and beautiful face.
"Let warn you one last ti—Mo Chuxi is mine. If you dare try to take him from , I'll make you regret it!"
"Yan Zhirou, let tell you this—I will take him. So what?"
"What did you say?"
Yan Zhirou looked utterly shocked, her vibrant, alluring face instantly contorted and fell.
But Yan Xinxin remained composed, smiling confidently and calmly.
"You sow the wind, you reap the whirlwind. I won't forget the things you've done to . You'll regret it."
With those resolute words, Yan Xinxin turned briskly and walked away.
Yan Zhirou froze in place, stunned, her heart filled with anger, frustration, and jealousy!
Even though Yan Xinxin rarely dressed up, didn't wear makeup, and her plain clothing and skirts often seed frumpy, there was no denying Yan Xinxin's beauty. Her small, refined features made her a recognized stunner. In this regard, Yan Zhirou was clearly at a disadvantage.
Clenching her fists tightly, Yan Zhirou bit her lip.
"Yan Xinxin! I won't give you the chance to reap your revenge for the fifteenth! I refuse to believe soone like Mo Chuxi would ever care for a second-hand woman like you!"
Walking out of the ergency exit, Yan Xinxin felt her chest tighten once again.
Yan Zhirou's sole purpose seed to be to stir up her emotions and frustrate her.
"Xinxin-jiejie."
A soft and clear voice suddenly rang out from straight ahead, and Yan Xinxin paused in her tracks. When she saw Chenxi's adorable little face, she also noticed the tall and elegant man standing beside her.
Yan Xinxin froze montarily, raising her clear eyes to look at the cold expression of the man. A sense of unease began spreading through her heart.
She forced a smile and gently waved at Chenxi.
"Hi, Chenxi,"
she said, smiling as she walked forward step by step.
When she was face-to-face with the man standing so close, Yan Xinxin felt an inexplicable nervousness and guilt as she raised her gaze to et his eyes.
"Mr. Mo, my apologies for being late, I—"
"Yan Xinxin,"
Mo Chuxi interrupted her coldly, his deep and fathomless eyes glaring at her with icy detachnt.
"So this is the reason you suddenly decided to cooperate with , hmm?"
He curled the corner of his seductive lips, his handso face instantly darkening with an oppressive storm as he released Chenxi's hand, turning away with rciless indifference.
Yan Xinxin felt a chill spread through her body. Staring at Mo Chuxi's cold and distant back, she realized—he must have overheard her conversation with Yan Zhirou. He... was angry!
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