Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife-Chapter 622: Yuan, don’t cry, Brother Xi is here

Seeing Yan Xinxin’s graceful silhouette walking in from outside the door, Mo Chuxi was somewhat surprised.

"Why are you here?"

He parted his lips in confusion, his tone gentle enough to make Ning Zitong uncomfortable.

Yan Xinxin took a deep breath, forcing back the tears in her eyes with effort, then smiled and stepped toward Mo Chuxi.

"I heard Mrs. Mu is here, so I came specifically to offer my regards."

"Hmph, regards?"

Ning Zitong scoffed coldly, her gaze filled with resistance and disdain as she looked Yan Xinxin up and down thoroughly.

"Lady Yan truly is a substitute for our Yuan. If not for those eyes, that face being so strikingly similar to my Yuan, I doubt this young master Mo would even spare you a glance!"

Hearing the sarcasm in Ning Zitong’s words, Yan Xinxin pressed her lips together lightly, meeting her gaze with a calm smile.

"Since I resemble the precious daughter Mrs. Mu lost over ten years ago so much, any normal person would feel a sense of affinity, or perhaps some unique closeness. Yet it seems Mrs. Mu doesn’t feel any of that toward this ’substitute’ at all?"

Yan Xinxin looked at her, each word laced with a probing intent that even made her own heart race faster.

She quietly hid her tightly clenched hands behind her back, unwilling to let anyone notice the unease, nervousness, and tension she was feeling at that moment.

Upon hearing this, Ning Zitong seemed distracted for a few seconds, but before long, she looked at Yan Xinxin and smiled. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"What kind of feelings could I possibly have for a substitute?"

She sneered, a hint of pride flashing across her refined and elegant face.

"Yan Xinxin, I came here today to tell you that my daughter, Mu Qianyuan, is not dead! She’s alive and well, right here in Ancheng! Once I find her, you’ll be nothing!"

These words struck Yan Xinxin like a thunderbolt, leaving her shocked and as if her heart had taken a heavy blow!

It felt as though something inside her was about to burst forth, leaving her dazed for a brief moment.

"Mu Qianyuan isn’t dead?"

She asked in disbelief, her heart pounding rapidly.

Mu Qianyuan isn’t dead, and Ning Zitong knows? Does the entire Mu family know?

Seeing Yan Xinxin’s stunned, dazed expression, Ning Zitong deemed her reaction a personal triumph and smiled.

"How do you know Mu Qianyuan isn’t dead? Do you know where she is now, what identity she’s living under?"

Yan Xinxin strove to maintain her composure, but the person before her might very well be her biological mother, one who harbored both love and hatred for her. This storm of emotions made it impossible to stay calm inside.

"What’s the matter? Are you scared now?"

Ning Zitong taunted with a cold smile at Yan Xinxin.

"Afraid that when my Yuan comes back, this young master Mo will toss you aside like trash?"

"No."

Looking at Ning Zitong’s mocking smile, Yan Xinxin parted her lips with a quiet calmness, her eyes unconsciously turning moist.

"I trust Chuxi. No matter what happens in the future, no matter who I turn out to be, he won’t let go of my hand."

Yan Xinxin answered firmly as she released her tightly clenched hands and, before Ning Zitong’s eyes, took Mo Chuxi’s hand in hers.

"Isn’t that right, Xi?"

She lifted her gaze to meet his tender downward look, her eyes already glistening with tears. A pang of ache swelled in Mo Chuxi’s heart at the sight.

"Whatever my wife says is right."

"..."

Watching the affectionate display between the two before her, the smile on Ning Zitong’s face vanished entirely.

In her heart, she blamed everything on Yan Xinxin, this woman who looked so uncannily similar to her beloved daughter!

"Seeing how lost and flustered you looked earlier, Lady Yan, I’d say I’ve achieved my goal for today."

Ning Zitong smiled, catching the brief melancholy that flashed through Yan Xinxin’s eyes once more.

"Well then, Lady Yan, good luck!"

She spoke, slinging her designer handbag over her shoulder and turning away with poise.

Yan Xinxin’s heartbeat hitched as she watched Ning Zitong’s retreating figure. Her eyes stung, but before her tears could fall, she was enveloped in his embrace.

"Don’t cry, Yuan. Brother Xi is here, hmm?"