Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife

Chapter 70 - 070: Someone Wants to Kill Yan Xinxin

Yan Zhirou was just about to hit Yan Xinxin back when she saw Yang Guoping approaching. She had no choice but to change her strategy, and started crying while filing a complaint.

"Dad! You saw it just now, Yan Xinxin hit me! Over these past five years while you were away, she's been bullying me under the guise of being my elder sister!"

Yan Zhirou took the opportunity to exaggerate the situation, slinging mud onto Yan Xinxin.

Even though Yang Guoping didn't know what had happened, he was certain that, given Yan Xinxin's personality, she would never casually resort to violence. Furthermore, this was the younger sister she had always been patient with since childhood.

"Xinxin, what's going on here?"

Yang Guoping asked with concern, his expression as warm and loving as it had always been.

"It's because the nasty aunt went too far, so Xinxin got upset."

Yan Chenxi stepped forward, fearlessly glaring at Yan Zhirou, who was glaring back at him.

"Shut up! You little brat!"

Yan Zhirou shouted angrily.

"Zhirou, how could you call your nephew a brat?"

Yang Guoping reprimanded her, but Yan Zhirou sneered dismissively.

"Well, that's what he is!"

"You..."

was so angry

her

Xinxin openly admitted to her

I'll come visit you another day. I'll be taking Xi and

took Yan Chenxi's small hand, feeling an ache

"Xinxin."

Guoping hurriedly chased after

already? Your mother hasn't even returned from grocery shopping yet. It's been five

in Yang Guoping's voice made Yan Xinxin's eyes well up with

really didn't want to

turned back, her beautiful eyes misty as

see you back, really... I'll definitely bring Xi to visit you again another

"Xinxin."

"Goodbye, Grandpa."

followed Yan Xinxin

evoked a mélange of emotions in Yang Guoping's heart—bitter yet joyful,

it was for this daughter and the grandchild who hadn't yet been born that

regret it one bit. As long as Yan Xinxin called him "Dad," he'd protect her and love her for the rest

☆

early summer sunlight, Yan Xinxin couldn't help

furrowed his tiny brows slightly, then put on

so smart—you can definitely draw even better pictures

son's tender, encouraging voice startled Yan Xinxin. She looked down

delicate little face of her son, and her heart

had gone by