Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife

Chapter 247: Chapter 247: Why Do I Call Him Brother Xi?

Ning Zitong’s voice of protest came from behind.

Yan Xinxin’s raised hand froze in midair, while Mu Qianshui instantly looked aggrieved, her eyes reddening with tears that became her most effective prop at the moment.

"Lady Yan, I’ve already said I wouldn’t fight you for Chuxi. Why do you still treat me this way?"

Mu Qianshui whimpered tearfully, playing the victim.

Upon hearing these words, Ning Zitong stormed toward Yan Xinxin, grabbing her arm and pulling her backward.

"Yan Xinxin! I’ve been more than polite to you, but don’t you dare overstep your bounds!"

"Mrs. Mu, I came here simply to visit Xixi. I never expected anyone in the Mu family to treat me kindly. But I must say, today’s performance by your esteemed actress is truly astonishing."

Yan Xinxin said this while glancing at Mu Qianshui, who looked pitiful with her tear-streaked face.

"No wonder Mo Chuxi can’t stop thinking about your sister. Mu Qianshui, you will never compare to her in this lifetime."

Ning Zitong hadn’t anticipated Yan Xinxin suddenly mentioning her most cherished daughter. She froze for a moment, watching Yan Xinxin walk into little Chenxi’s room. Shortly after, Yan Xinxin came out, followed by little Chenxi.

"Goodbye, Sister Xinxin."

The soft farewell from the little one filled Yan Xinxin’s heart with reluctance.

ultimately, she still had

stop

Qianshui tried to chase after

"Qianshui!"

Zitong’s voice rang out suddenly,

"Let her go."

"Mom?"

Qianshui protested, her frustration palpable as she pointed at Yan

you’re soft on her just

was stunned by Mu Qianshui’s

Qianshui bit

"Is that it!"

Zitong was dazed, standing there with unfocused eyes. After a long while, her

I miss your sister so much. That Yan Xinxin... She really resembles her, especially

could

exclaimed in

has been dead for over a decade! You can’t transfer your longing for her onto Yan Xinxin, that vixen!

"Qianshui, Qianshui..."

"Bang!"

room, slamming the door with such force that it

grievance and tears on her face immediately disappeared, replaced by an

years ago, her hands had already been stained with blood, and seventeen years later, she didn’t mind