As the words fell, everyone in the audience and guest seats shifted their focus.
After successfully capturing everyone’s attention, Yan Zhirou curled her lips smugly and raised her hand, flinging several pieces of paper into the air!
"These are the sketches of Angel’s Smile I personally drew two years ago! It’s the original draft of Angel’s Tears—the piece now being claimed by this hypocritical woman, Yan Xinxin!"
Yan Zhirou, firm in her words, gestured again with the sketches in her hands and turned to look at Madam Shari.
"You’re the special guest invited here? You look like you know your stuff. I wouldn’t mind letting you take a look at my original work."
She lifted her proud eyes high, appearing generous as she handed over the sketches in her hands.
Madam Shari didn’t hesitate and accepted the papers.
Yan Xinxin, maintaining her poise, lowered her beautiful gaze and glanced over as well.
Even though the copies weren’t very clear, she recognized at a glance that they were indeed her earliest drafts and final designs.
She wasn’t surprised at all.
Back then, Yan Zhirou had claimed she’d thrown her sketches into the trash, but that was just a lie.
She’d taken all her artwork, claimed it as her own, and twisted the truth completely.
Mo Chuxi remained composed, his handsome face calm as he stepped off the stage with his long legs. He walked straight to Madam Shari’s side and took the sketches from her.
"Judging by the smooth strokes, this should indeed be the original draft."
Madam Shari asserted with certainty.
With decades of experience, there was no way she’d misjudge.
"Looks like you have taste!"
Yan Zhirou shot her a smug glance.
"Of course, only an original draft could have such fluid brushwork! That’s why Yan Xinxin’s so-called Angel’s Tears is nothing but a blatant copy of my Angel’s Smile!"
She continued slandering Yan Xinxin while casting an infatuated gaze at Mo Chuxi.
"Young Master Mo, I know you’re currently being deceived by my sister Yan Xinxin. You believe everything she says, but what I’m saying now is all true, and I even have proof..." Fresh chapters posted on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚑𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚑𝕟𝕖𝕥
"Your proof is merely these sketches that you stole from Xinxin and claimed as your own?"
Mo Chuxi interrupted coldly, his icy, piercing gaze making Yan Zhirou’s expression falter for a moment.
"No! No! That’s not it! It was Yan Xinxin who stole my sketches! These are the ones I personally drew two years ago!"
Yan Zhirou insisted stubbornly, wearing a falsely aggrieved expression.
"I have other evidence too!"
As she spoke, she pulled out a small jewelry box from her bag and opened it in front of everyone.
Inside the box, resting quietly on the soft cushion, was a pendant resembling Angel’s Tears!
Seeing the jewelry box Yan Zhirou pulled out, Yan Xinxin’s expression showed a trace of surprise.
But she quickly pieced it together. On Chun’s lunar birthday, she had placed the Angel’s Tears piece she made from ordinary materials on Chun’s gravestone, along with this very jewelry box.
On her way home that day, she had run into Yan Zhirou.
It was now obvious that Yan Zhirou had taken the Angel’s Tears left at the gravestone.
She had been calculating all along, likely planning for a day to twist the narrative and incriminate Yan Xinxin.
"This is Angel’s Tears?!"
Madam Shari immediately recognized it and stepped forward to take it out for closer inspection.
"You’re mistaken! This is Angel’s Smile! It’s also the prototype I personally created back then, with photos as evidence showing I made this two years ago. Although the materials are ordinary and less refined than the Angel’s Tears Yan Xinxin wears around her neck, this is enough proof that Yan Xinxin’s so-called Angel’s Tears is just a copy of my Angel’s Smile!"
Yan Zhirou extended her finger to point at Yan Xinxin.
"This so-called woman, Yan Xinxin, is nothing but deceitful, making everyone believe she’s so talented. But her current fame should belong to me! She has absolutely no right to stand here, let alone marry Young Master Mo!"