Seeing Yan Xinxin look toward a certain spot in surprise, Xiao Yize also lifted his gaze in the sa direction.
Before fully making out who it was, the person was already limping toward them, and beside him was none other than Yan Zhirou.
"Brother, why are you here?"
Xiao Yize frowned in confusion.
"You should be resting in the hospital right now."
"Rest? What rest?"
Xiao Yiran responded dismissively, his roguish gaze lingering on Yan Xinxin.
"If I hadn’t protected my face, I’d probably really not be able to show up here right now. But fortunately, when your husband, Mrs. Mo, hit , I made sure to shield this face of mine. So, what do you think? Isn’t this Young Master still as handso as ever?"
"Young Master Xiao, you are very handso today! This suit looks like it was tailor-made for you!"
Yan Zhirou eagerly chid in with praise.
Xiao Yiran let out a proud, mocking laugh.
"Nonsense! Every piece of clothing I, Xiao Yiran, wear is limited edition. Which one of them isn’t custom-made?"
"Mm-hmm! Young Master Xiao is absolutely right!"
Yan Zhirou hurried to agree, then looked toward Yan Xinxin.
"Sister, we et again. You look so beautiful tonight. Even such a plain dress looks stunning on you!"
She complinted genuinely.
This remark, surprisingly, had Xiao Yiran nodding inwardly in agreent.
The mont he laid eyes on Yan Xinxin, his male desire flared up intensely.
And now, the frustration of not attaining what he desired most made him regard Yan Xinxin even more as a goddess-like existence.
He was truly, utterly consud by the desire to possess her!
Xiao Yize seed completely uninterested in engaging with the two people before him, even though one of them was his own brother.
He lowered his gaze to look at Yan Xinxin, his eyes soft.
"Xinxin, let take you to et Madam Shari."
"Huh? Madam Shari is here too?"
Yan Xinxin raised her gaze in pleasant surprise.
"Yes, she’s here. She’s one of the judges for this jewelry design competition."
Xiao Yize explained with a smile, then turned to leave.
Yan Xinxin quickly followed after him.
She wasn’t the least bit surprised that Yan Zhirou and Xiao Yiran had tead up.
Those two were a perfect match!
Watching the graceful silhouette of Yan Xinxin as she turned, Xiao Yiran shot a glance at Yan Zhirou.
"Your sister—I will sleep with her, understand what I an?"
Yan Zhirou caught on imdiately, though she put on a worried expression as she looked at him.
"But, Young Master Xiao, you just got discharged from the hospital, and your right leg, it’s been..."
"It’s my right leg that’s the problem, not my waist or kidneys. Want to test it first?"
Hearing this, Yan Zhirou instantly feigned a bashful expression.
"Young Master Xiao, you’re so annoying~ You always leave people unable to get up afterward."
"Hmph!"
Xiao Yiran smirked smugly, his gaze again locking onto Yan Xinxin’s retreating figure.
"I know Mo Chuxi is busy with sothing else right now. Tonight is the perfect opportunity."
"Well then, how about this..."
Yan Zhirou leaned in close to Xiao Yiran, her crimson lips whispering sothing into his ear...
After so ti apart, Madam Shari was delighted to see Yan Xinxin again.
"I heard you got married—congratulations."
Madam Shari offered her heartfelt blessings.
Yan Xinxin smiled warmly.
"Thank you, Madam Shari."
"I’ve been looking forward to seeing you shine on the stage of this competition."
Madam Shari gazed at Yan Xinxin with anticipation.
"Be sure to let your imagination run wild and present everyone with a truly dazzling piece. But don’t worry, I won’t play favorites."
She joked, while Yan Xinxin chuckled lightly in response, her mood relaxing a little.
Madam Shari warmly invited Yan Xinxin and Xiao Yize to the inner hall. After having a toast with Madam Shari with a glass of fruit wine, Yan Xinxin watched as she went off to attend to other matters.
She was just about to chat with Xiao Yize about the competition when Xiao Yiran appeared alone, holding a glass of fruit wine in his hand.
"Mrs. Mo, I’ve co to apologize for my rudeness yesterday."
He said as he offered the glass of wine to her.
"For Ah Ze’s sake, Mrs. Mo, can you set aside our grudges and have this glass of fruit wine?"
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