"Where are we going? What are we getting?"
"Take a look at this first."
Mu Qianshui sneered as she spoke, picking up her phone and pulling up a colored photo.
Mira leaned closer to look, then exclaimed in surprise.
"Is this a childhood photo of Young Master Mo and Yan Xinxin? How do they have a photo ?"
"Even you think the little girl in the photo is Yan Xinxin?"
Mu Qianshui asked sarcastically.
"Isn’t that Yan Xinxin?"
"It’s my sister, Mu Qianyuan."
Mira’s eyes widened in astonishment, as it was her first time seeing a photo of Mu Qianyuan as a child.
"How can they look so alike?"
"That’s why Chuxi is so infatuated with her now, even my parents too. Not only does she resemble her, but this Yan Xinxin also has congenital heart disease."
"She has heart disease?!"
Mira was once again shocked, a wicked gleam appearing in her eyes.
"Isn’t that perfect? If we provoke her a few more times, maybe her heart disease will flare up and..."
Mu Qianshui interrupted impatiently, a mysterious light in her alluring eyes.
"Do you know what it means that she has congenital heart disease?"
"It means she could very well be the supposedly dead but actually alive Mu Qianyuan! My biological sister, because my mom has this hereditary disease too!"
Upon hearing this, Mira was utterly stunned and petrified in the air, utterly confused!
Mu Qianshui remained calm as ever, speaking slowly and deliberately.
"My dad is already a bit suspicious, but my mom can’t accept it, because from the beginning of Yan Xinxin’s appearance, she’s been indoctrinated by me to loathe Yan Xinxin."
"But, but your sister has long been dead, right? How could a dead person come back to life?"
"If she were truly dead, that would be best!"
Mu Qianshui’s eyes carried a cold, relentless light.
"I’m most afraid she’s too lucky, not dying even after falling from such a height, and being saved by someone."
"...So what do you want me to do now?"
Mira asked, her heart racing with shock.
She was also stunned by Mu Qianshui’s current attitude.
If Yan Xinxin truly was her biological sister Mu Qianyuan, wouldn’t that be a good thing? But it seems Mu Qianshui wasn’t happy at all.
Yet she was also curious if this Yan Xinxin really could be the Mu Qianyuan who supposedly died over a decade ago? ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel•fire.net
To her, they were just similar people!
The news of Mo Chuxi and Yan Xinxin’s wedding had long spread throughout Ancheng.
The video of their wedding scene was shared nationwide and even worldwide, though for some reason, the content of the video was incomplete.
After Mo Chuxi said "I do," the footage was cut off.
But it didn’t stop those young women from envying Yan Xinxin.
This wealthy, handsome, capable heir of a multinational corporation gave Yan Xinxin, a Cinderella, such a grand and romantic wedding. To not be envious would be a lie.
They were so envious!
Mo Chuxi sat in the study, repeatedly watching that recording.
In the crowd, his eyes saw only her, shining brightly.
Yan Xinxin was beautiful; she was like a flawless jade, with an inner spirit and charm that radiated from her bones.
His heart slightly sped up, making the wound on his chest ache.
She had been out all day and hadn’t returned. He couldn’t contact her by phone, and her location was nowhere to be found, as if she had vanished.
Little Chenxi’s naive and clear voice came from the study door.
Mo Chuxi looked up to see Little Chenxi, holding hands with Yan Chenxi, rushing in hastily.