Yan Zhirou crossed her arms and walked up to Yan Xinxin with an air of superiority.
"Tsk tsk, just been crying?"
She sneered and laughed.
"The person’s been dead for five years. You neither saw them nor raised them, so what’s there to be sad about!"
"For someone like you, Yan Zhirou, even if you did give birth or raise someone, you wouldn’t care. All you ever see is money."
Yan Xinxin raised her starry eyes and retorted coldly.
"That’s right! All I see is money! With money, I can buy anything I want—even emotions can be bought!"
"Then go ahead and buy them! Don’t let me get in the way of your fortune."
Yan Xinxin shot her a cold glance before decisively turning away.
"Yan Xinxin, stop right there!"
Yan Zhirou hurried forward and grabbed Yan Xinxin by the arm.
Yan Xinxin raised her beautiful eyes, their gaze sharp.
Yan Zhirou momentarily froze, reluctantly releasing her grip.
"Yan Xinxin, who was the woman arguing with Mom at your school gates the other day? She said Xi is Young Master Mo’s son—what’s that all about?"
She pressed on aggressively and interrogated.
Yan Zhirou hesitated, her eyes filled with suspicion.
"Was that man Young Master Mo? Did Young Master Mo force you?"
She suddenly let out a disdainful laugh.
"Young Master Mo has money, power, and even if he had none of that, just his godlike face alone is enough to have women lined up chasing after him!"
She sneered coldly again.
Yan Xinxin, without hesitation, chose to defend Mo Chuxi.
"Go back and tell Mom that Xi’s biological father has absolutely nothing to do with Young Master Mo, and she should stop trying to prey on the Mo family’s money."
Yan Zhirou snapped angrily.
"What tricks did you use to make both Young Master Mo and Young Master Xiao protect you ??"
The slap came so swiftly and unexpectedly that Yan Zhirou was left utterly stunned.
Yan Xinxin, however, calmly flicked her hand.
"You... you hit me again!"
Yan Zhirou clutched her face, her complexion furious and livid.
"That’s right, I hit you again—because you deserve it."
Yan Xinxin interrupted her, speaking in a cold, even tone.
Yan Zhirou laughed wildly, arrogance brimming in her voice.
Yan Zhirou spoke pompously, full of conceit.
Yan Zhirou’s expression suddenly took a sharp downturn toward despair.
"I said! The man who was with me that night is named Mo Chuxi! He’s the Crown Prince of Di Jue Financial Group, Mo Chuxi! He’s also the man you could spend your entire life dreaming of but never reach!"