She walked in head-on, with a smiling face, her eyes were very round and large, but there was a kind of restrained hatred in her gaze.
Yan Xinxin felt that this gaze was very familiar.
If she guessed correctly, the woman in front of her claiming to be Mu Qianyuan is actually Mu Qianshui, who has returned with a new face!
Although she didn’t know why her voice and eyes had changed, Yan Xinxin’s heart had already settled on the answer.
Thinking it might be Mu Qianshui, she instead calmly picked up her drawing board and pen again, leisurely continuing to write and draw.
"So it’s Lady Mu, I’ve heard so much about you, finally eting you today."
Yan Xinxin slowly parted her lips, speaking in a light tone, her gaze only on the drawing paper, lightly sketching with the pen in her right hand.
Seeing Yan Xinxin’s cold reaction, a hint of displeasure rose on the woman’s otherwise demure face.
But she still restrained herself and raised her lips slightly, smiling.
"Yan Xinxin, seeing you today, I think I understand Brother Xi."
The woman said, slowly walking to the sofa.
"You really do look very much like , especially those eyes, that’s why Brother Xi fell for you and married you."
"Really?"
Yan Xinxin didn’t even lift her head, indifferently retorting.
"But I don’t think we look alike at all."
"What are you trying to say?"
"Nothing, I just want to say, my face was given to by my parents, all natural with no additives."
"..."
The woman’s elegant brows furrowed.
"Lady Yan, do you always speak like this?"
"Well, it depends on the person!"
Yan Xinxin nodded, raising her eyes to glance at the woman whose expression was sowhat awkward.
"Sorry Lady Mu, I’m not convenient to pour you water, if you want to chat with , then feel free to sit down, if you’re waiting for my husband, he should be back within three minutes."
The woman’s face changed slightly upon hearing this, but she still rembered to keep smiling.
"What does Lady Yan an by ’depends on the person’?"
"It ans... Lady Mu is the girl my husband couldn’t forget from his childhood, so naturally, as his wife, I wouldn’t have much of a good tone seeing you."
"..."
Hearing what Yan Xinxin said, the woman paused in surprise.
Could this be Yan Xinxin’s true nature?
Because I am the girl that Chuxi liked when he was young, so she is hostile?
No, that’s not right.
Clearly, Yan Xinxin herself is Mu Qianyuan...
Why is she so calm at this mont?
Knowing soone is impersonating her, and yet she turns a blind eye?
Or is it because of those two mismatched paternity test reports, that she’s already convinced she is not Mu Qianyuan?
"Who are you?"
The woman was lost in thought when suddenly she heard a voice she longed to hear day and night from behind her.
A glimr of light flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.
Yan Xinxin put down the pen and drawing board, carefully supporting her waist to try and stand up. Mo Chuxi, seeing this, imdiately walked over to tenderly help her stand up.
"Brother Xi."
Just as Mo Chuxi helped Yan Xinxin stand up, suddenly a hoarse voice with a sobbing tone called out these three words.
He raised his deep eyes, a sharp gaze locking onto this unfamiliar face in front of him.
"Brother Xi, to see you again, Little Yuan is really so happy."
The woman looked at him, walked up to him, her eyes already brimming with tears.
Mo Chuxi furrowed his brows, his eyes filled with doubt.
"What did you call ?"
"Brother Xi, I’m Little Yuan, I’m your Little Qianyuan, the girl you promised to marry under the weeping cherry tree!"
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