Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife-Chapter 690: Is Yan Xinxin My Sister, Mu Shaoqian?
The sky had grown dark.
Mo Chuxi sat by the bedside, quietly watching Yan Xinxin sleep.
Her peaceful sleeping face, illuminated by the moonlight, made his gaze blur, as though he had been transported back to his childhood...
But soon enough,
Mo Chuxi pulled himself out of his reverie, away from being mesmerized by Yan Xinxin’s serene expression.
He knew that, for now, the most pressing matter was dealing with the instigator behind the tension between them this time...
"Brother Xi, this peach was picked just now in the orchard by Yuan and me together. It’s for you..."
Yan Xinxin’s sudden sleep-talk interrupted Mo Chuxi’s deep contemplation.
He lifted his gaze, looked at her, and smiled warmly.
"You little fool, dreaming about picking peaches with your idiot of a brother to give to me?"
Smiling, he leaned forward and planted a light kiss on her cheek.
"Good night, Little Qianyuan."
The transition between moonlight and the first light of dawn painted the summer’s end with soft, gentle hues, dissipating the thin morning mist.
Under Mo Chuxi’s attentive gaze, Yan Xinxin went through her morning routine—brushing her teeth, washing her face, combing her hair.
He kissed her cheek again.
Seeing that her overall state was normal and that she seemed well, he finally felt reassured.
"Little Yuan, Brother Xi is going out to buy breakfast for you now. Be good and wait for me here, alright?"
"Okay~"
Yan Xinxin parted her lips slightly, nodded decisively, and answered cheerfully.
"Good girl."
"Little Yuan is always a good girl!"
She boasted playfully, flashing a bright smile at Mo Chuxi, her eyes curving like crescent moons.
Mo Chuxi, at ease, caressed her cheek gently, lowered for another tender kiss, then turned and left.
After he left, Yan Xinxin wandered back to her bed and leaned on the windowsill with interest, gazing thoughtfully at the scene outside the window, completely oblivious to the phone vibrating in her bag...
At the iron gate of the Mu family mansion.
Yang Guoping sighed and hung up the phone helplessly.
"Xinxin hasn’t gotten up yet? Why isn’t she answering the phone?"
He muttered to himself as he stood beneath the drooping cherry branches, staring at the massive iron gate in the distance.
The last time he had been sent away, he hadn’t taken it to heart.
As long as Yan Xinxin could return to the home that truly belonged to her, he wouldn’t mind coming back again.
Early that morning, Mu Shaoqian got up and discovered that Mu Qianshui had disappeared.
He asked the butler, who informed him that Mu Qianshui had left with a suitcase about half an hour earlier!
"Damn it! Trying to flee with the money!"
Mu Shaoqian cursed furiously, immediately rushing to the garage to grab his car and drive to the manor gate.
Yang Guoping saw a car approaching and, without hesitation, ran up.
Seeing a figure suddenly dart out from the side, Mu Shaoqian slammed on the brakes.
He lowered his car window and glared irritably at Yang Guoping.
"You again! What the hell do you want? Was the money I gave you last time not enough?"
"Young Master Mu, I told you last time, I’m not here for money. I really have news about Miss Qianyuan!"
"Hah!"
Mu Shaoqian sneered and got out of the car.
"You sure are persistent, aren’t you? Do you know how many people have come to our house in the past few days claiming they have news about my sister?"
"Young Master Mu, I’m telling the truth. Eighteen years ago, I accidentally saved Miss Qianyuan at Lingshui Creek, and for the past eighteen years, she has been living in my house, under the identity of my daughter..."
"Enough already! Anyone who’s seen the news knows my sister went missing at Lingshui Creek."
"Young Master Mu! I swear upon heaven and earth, everything I’ve said is true. Plus, I remember—you were present at Xinxin’s wedding. Don’t you..."
"Wait, hold on a second!"
Mu Shaoqian interrupted him.
"You said Yan Xinxin’s wedding? No wonder you look familiar—you’re that vixen Yan Xinxin’s father!"
At least he wasn’t entirely oblivious.
"Ha! This is interesting! Are you trying to tell me something? You’re trying to say that vixen is my sister, Mu Qianyuan?"
"Stop calling her a vixen! Xinxin is your sister!"
"What kind of nonsense are you babbling about?"
Mu Shaoqian laughed coldly, looking at Yang Guoping.
"Do you take me for an idiot? Do you think just because that vixen bears a slight resemblance to my sister when she was young, you can pull the wool over my eyes? If she’s my sister, I’ll chop off my head and offer it to her as a stool! Get lost, you country bumpkin!"
