Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife-Chapter 69 - 0: A Slap Back

Yan Xinxin didn't even want to engage with Yan Zhirou, but this woman, Yan Zhirou, acted as if she couldn't bear to live without causing trouble.

"Aunt, you're sooo amazing~"

With a thud, Yan Chenxi jumped off the sofa, his small figure stood straight, facing the slightly startled Yan Zhirou.

"Little brat, what do you mean by that?"

Yan Zhirou wasn't stupid and could tell the kid was being sarcastic.

"Aunt, aren't you supposed to be clever? How come you don't understand what this little brat means?"

Yan Chenxi retorted, clearly keeping Yan Zhirou hanging by not explaining the meaning behind his earlier words.

Yan Zhirou's smile faltered, her manicured finger jabbed in Yan Chenxi's direction in irritation.

"You little rascal, stop talking nonsense! A child with a mother but no..."

"Yan Zhirou, shut your mouth!"

Yan Xinxin immediately interrupted, her fresh and delicate face filled with warning as she glared at Yan Zhirou.

"Xi is the baby I carried for ten months with great effort. If you dare call him a burden again, I won't let this slide!"

Seeing the anger on Yan Xinxin's face, Yan Zhirou was momentarily stunned.

Yan Xinxin coldly shifted her gaze, turned to her son, and smiled.

"My dear son, come here."

"Okay."

Yan Chenxi obediently replied and, as he walked past Yan Zhirou, flashed a proud grin.

Yan Zhirou glared daggers at the back of Yan Xinxin and her son, extremely displeased, and gritted her teeth. When she saw Yan Xinxin enter her old room, she immediately followed.

As soon as she reached the doorway, she saw Yan Xinxin searching for something at the desk.

"How could it be gone? I clearly remember putting it in the drawer."

Yan Xinxin frowned while trying to find her old design sketches, including the concept drawings and works for "Angel's Tears." But everything was nowhere to be found.

"Xinxin, what are you looking for? I'll help you look."

Yan Chenxi blinked his eyes and walked over.

Yan Xinxin furrowed her soft brows, lifted her puzzled starry eyes, and suddenly noticed Yan Zhirou standing at the door watching her.

As soon as their eyes met, Yan Zhirou quickly averted her gaze.

Yan Xinxin abruptly realized something.

"Yan Zhirou, last time you were in my room and took out my belongings. So where are the sketches I kept in the drawer?"

Yan Zhirou's eyes flickered for a moment, but she quickly shrugged indifferently and smiled offhandedly.

"Sketches? You're not talking about those useless pieces of paper, are you? I threw those things into the trash ages ago."

"What did you say?"

Yan Xinxin had no way to stay calm. Those were the painstaking fruits of her effort, drawn stroke by stroke!

"Yan Zhirou, where did you throw those sketches? What gives you the right to dispose of my things without permission?"

"So what if I threw them away? Yan Xinxin, what can you do about it? Bite me?"

Yan Zhirou snorted coldly with utter disregard and swaggered around to leave.

Looking at Yan Zhirou's unapologetic smug face, Yan Xinxin clenched her fists, walked over to the living room, picked up the water cup on the coffee table, and resolutely splashed the water in the cup on Yan Zhirou's face.

"Ah—"

Yan Zhirou screamed, completely caught off guard by Yan Xinxin's action.

Her entire face was soaked, tea leaves sticking to her ruined makeup face, which paired with her current enraged and embarrassed expression, made her look exceptionally ghastly.

"Yan Xinxin, you—"

Yan Zhirou gritted her teeth, raised her hand intending to slap Yan Xinxin's face. But before her hand could land, Yan Xinxin grabbed it faster and, with a swift move, slapped Yan Zhirou hard in return.

The crisp "slap" sound echoed loudly, leaving Yan Zhirou stunned and Yang Guoping, who was about to head to the bathroom, scared stiff.

"What's going on? Xinxin, why did you hit Rou?"