Ning Zitong’s face darkened when she heard this, her eyebrows knitted together.
"What are you mumbling about? Cursing ?"
"I’m cursing myself."
Yan Xinxin gave a self-deprecating laugh, then raised her round, crystal-clear cat-like eyes.
"Mrs. Mu, if you brought into the car just to tell these things, then please ask your driver to stop the car. My husband and my two children are still waiting for to go ho."
At the ntion of her husband and children, Ning Zitong’s expression turned even uglier.
"I’m not done yet."
"Then please, Mrs. Mu, say what you want to say. What exactly are we here to discuss?"
"Fine."
Ning Zitong stopped beating around the bush.
"You’ve already admitted earlier—you love money the most. I understand that, even though you’re now the Mo family’s young mistress, the Mo family’s finances aren’t under your control. If you want money, you must ask soone for it. How troubleso."
"Right now, I can give you a number that will satisfy you, but you must agree to one thing."
"Let guess—what you want to agree to is leaving the Mo family and leaving Mo Chuxi?"
Yan Xinxin’s guess caught Ning Zitong off guard; a glimr flickered in her eyes.
"Exactly. I want you to leave Chuxi! He’s a man you were never ant to have!"
"If I can’t have him, then who can? Mu Qianyuan? Or Mu Qianshui?"
"Do you even need to ask?"
"Yes, there’s no need to ask."
Yan Xinxin parted her lips, her laugh bitter and cold.
"Of course, it’s Mu Qianshui."
"..."
"From the beginning, I saw it very clearly. You, Mrs. Mu, and Mrs. Mo, both worked relentlessly to bring Chuxi and Mu Qianshui together. But while you were so desperately pushing them together, did you ever think about your biological daughter, Mu Qianyuan?"
"..."
Yan Xinxin’s words left Ning Zitong montarily stunned.
"Mrs. Mu and that Young Master Mu always talk about how much they miss Mu Qianyuan, how deeply they love her, yet you both spared no effort trying to marry Mu Qianshui off to Chuxi. At that ti, did you forget that Chuxi was the man Mu Qianyuan was supposed to marry? When you were doing all of this, did you ever think about Mu Qianyuan?"
"Shut up!"
Ning Zitong snapped, her breathing quickening in anger.
Seeing her so flustered, Yan Xinxin suddenly felt a pang of regret.
She shouldn’t have gotten so worked up; she shouldn’t have criticized Ning Zitong like that.
Ning Zitong, breathing unevenly, reached into her bag, pulled out her checkbook and pen, quickly wrote out a check, and tossed it into Yan Xinxin’s hand.
"Take this money and leave Chuxi. This amount is more than enough for you to live a life of luxury forever!"
Yan Xinxin reached out to take the check, glanced at it, and laughed.
"Stop the car."
"Old Wu, stop the car."
Ning Zitong followed her command with an order.
The car quickly pulled over by the side of the street.
Ning Zitong looked at Yan Xinxin with disdain and sneered.
"Take the check and leave imdiately. Don’t think about playing gas, or I’ll stop paynt on it."
"Is that so?"
Yan Xinxin responded indifferently with a faint smile, then got out of the car, shutting the door behind her.
Under the setting sun, she stood outside the vehicle, holding the check in her hand, the corners of her lips curling into a bitter smile.
"Mrs. Mu, if you truly think I’m such a sly, despicable, and conniving woman, then aren’t you being a bit naive?"
"...Yan Xinxin, what do you an?"
"I’m now the Mo family’s young mistress. As long as I ask, Chuxi would give anything I want. One million, even one billion—he wouldn’t even bat an eye."
As she spoke, her small hand suddenly waved, nonchalantly tossing the check back into the car window.
"Keep the million, Mrs. Mu, for your precious daughter Mu Qianshui to use on plastic surgery. And tell that plastic surgery queen that the Mo family’s young mistress will always be , Yan Xinxin. If she wants this position, she’ll have to make pigs fly first!"
"..."
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