Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife-Chapter 688: Take Down Yan Xinxin!

Mu Shaoqian suddenly burst into laughter.

Mu Qianshui’s heart skipped a beat, and she raised her eyes to see Mu Shaoqian’s hateful gaze piercing through her.

"What’s wrong? Planning to use someone else to do your dirty work again?"

He sneered coldly, saying this as he picked up a fruit knife from the coffee table.

"Why don’t I lend this knife to you this time? You can use it to take care of Yan Xinxin. After all, you keep claiming you didn’t see Yuan falling into the water back then. I imagine you must hate her to death by now, right? In that case, you’re the perfect person to finish her off!"

What!

Mu Qianshui stared at the knife Mu Shaoqian held out to her, utterly dumbfounded!

"Shaoqian, what are you doing!"

Ning Zitong reached out, snatching the knife from his hand and tossing it back onto the coffee table.

"Hurting someone is against the law!"

"Hurting someone? Isn’t getting rid of Yan Xinxin what we’re talking about here?"

"You’re crazy!"

Ning Zitong reprimanded him harshly, her heart suddenly twinging with pain.

"Even if we truly despise that woman, we don’t have the right to take her life. Qianshui doesn’t need to carry the burden of murder because of her!"

"Anyway, once Yuan returns, she’ll mean nothing to anyone. There’s no need for you to do anything!"

Ning Zitong spoke with unwavering confidence.

Despite Mo Chuxi’s previous indifference, she always harbored a feeling deep down—Mu Qianyuan held a unique place in Mo Chuxi’s heart, one that no one else could touch.

"Tch! Yet this ungrateful wolf claims they want to stand up for Yuan and insists they didn’t watch her die back then. If they’re so heartbroken for Yuan, isn’t standing up for her the perfect way to show it?"

Mu Shaoqian mocked disdainfully, casting a sidelong glance at Mu Qianshui.

"Qianshui, let’s head home first. You can go talk to Mom about the progress you’ve made investigating Yuan’s situation."

"..."

Mu Qianshui wanted to find a way to leave as soon as possible.

Right now, she had no interest in entangling herself with this mother-and-son duo. Her top priority was getting to her cosmetic surgery appointment!

"She hasn’t made any real progress at all. To make any headway, I suspect I’ll need to give her another fifty million, and even that might not cut it!"

Mu Shaoqian chuckled lightly, turned around, and walked away after speaking.

Mu Qianshui gritted her teeth in silent fury.

This Mu Shaoqian was far more treacherous and venomous than she had ever anticipated!

Just because she wasn’t his biological sister, he couldn’t seem to wait to see her dead!

Mu Qianshui was filled with resentment, but for the sake of her face, and for money, she had no choice but to feign civility with Ning Zitong.

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The afternoon sunlight gradually scattered, while the dusk quietly spread across the corners of the city.

Mo Chuxi walked elegantly into the hospital ward area with a luxury handbag in hand. Many patients and their families were startled and pleasantly surprised to see him.

Their city’s most famous, most prominent, and most talked-about man—was he here for a hospital visit?

Visiting whom?

Could it be the actress Mu Qianshui, who had been hospitalized a while ago?

With a mix of speculation and curiosity, the crowd watched him enter one of the private wards.

"Daddy, Daddy, guess what Yuan is hiding here?"

Mo Chuxi had just pushed open the door and walked inside when he heard Yan Xinxin’s childish voice, followed by Mu Jingheng’s cooperative response.

"Hmm... Let Daddy guess. Daddy thinks it’s..."

"Wow! Brother Xi!"

As soon as she saw Mo Chuxi, Yan Xinxin happily jumped off the bed, tossed aside the coin she had been hiding in her palm, and ran toward him excitedly.

"Brother Xi!"

She called out, her brows and eyes curving into joyful arcs, her dimples blooming at the corners of her lips.

Mo Chuxi opened his arms, letting Yan Xinxin fling herself into his embrace. He gently raised his hand to tenderly stroke her hair.

"Yuan."

Watching this scene unfold, Mu Jingheng couldn’t help but feel a sharp pang in the corner of his eyes.

Striving to suppress his ever-heightened emotions, he stepped forward.

"Chuxi, you seemed to have already known Yuan’s current condition. Is she... suffering from dementia?"

Mo Chuxi lifted his deep gaze, looking toward Mu Jingheng.

"It’s not dementia, it’s dissociative identity disorder."