CHAPTER 137: CHAPTER 137: YOUR DAUGHTER DIED FIVE YEARS AGO

Yan Xinxin was stunned, completely unable to believe that this was what Ye Lirong wanted to discuss with her!

She tried to stay calm but was still in disbelief.

"Mom, what do you mean by this?"

"I mean, don’t go to Rou’s company to bother her anymore. Just pretend those designs of yours were drawn by your sister. She worked hard to get into Di Jue, and Mo likes her—don’t ruin things for her."

"...What?"

Yan Xinxin felt like her heart was free-falling from a great height.

"Why? Why do I have to give what belongs to me to Yan Zhirou? Mom, those were works I painstakingly created—how could I just hand them over?"

"Why not?"

Ye Lirong asked with complete entitlement, her tone carrying a hint of impatience.

"Rou is your sister. Don’t you want what’s best for her? If she marries into a wealthy family, she won’t forget the kindness of her good sister. That’s how this matter will go."

"Absolutely not!"

Yan Xinxin refused, completely unwilling to accept such a blatant theft.

Yan Zhirou angrily tugged at Ye Lirong’s arm.

"Mom, look at her! She says she’s my sister, but she doesn’t want me to have a good life!"

"Yan Zhirou, how can you even say such things?"

Yan Xinxin was utterly furious.

"Do you have a conscience? Any sense of shame? What gives you the right to so effortlessly claim my things as your own?"

"Enough! Shut up!"

Ye Lirong harshly interrupted, her sharp gaze scolding Yan Xinxin.

"Xinxin, I’m asking you one last time. Are you going to listen to me and help Rou? If you won’t, then don’t bother stepping foot into this house again, and don’t call me mom anymore!"

"..."

Yan Xinxin froze in shock, feeling her heart turn instantly cold.

She lowered her eyes, her lashes already damp with tears. After a long silence, her delicate lips quivered as she spoke.

"Angel’s Tears is the only gift I can give to Chun. I won’t give it to anyone else..."

"Perfect, then! I want your Angel’s Tears!"

Yan Zhirou brazenly announced, crossing her arms with a smug expression.

"Hmph, your daughter died five years ago anyway. You didn’t raise her and have no feelings for her—what’s there to cherish?"

Hearing such heartless words, Yan Xinxin clenched her fists tightly, struggling to maintain her composure.

"As long as you stop insisting those designs are yours, I’ll respect you as my sister from now on. Also, Mo likes me. So don’t try to seduce him anymore!"

Seeing Yan Zhirou’s confident and smug expression, Yan Xinxin let out a sardonic laugh.

"The designs are mine, not yours! As for Mo Chuxi, I think you’ve misunderstood something about him. Even if he were blind, he’d never fall for a woman like you!"

"You..."

Yan Zhirou’s previously smug expression shattered instantly.

"Mom, look at her! What does she mean by that? She clearly doesn’t want me to be happy!"

"Yan Xinxin, from now on, you are no longer my daughter!"

Ye Lirong declared furiously, obviously siding with Yan Zhirou.

"Fine, I’ll leave. I won’t ever set foot in this house again. But I will never give what belongs to me to anyone!"

Yan Xinxin fearlessly made her stance clear, then turned and left decisively.

"You... Yan Xinxin, stop right there!"

Yan Zhirou couldn’t accept it and immediately ran after her.

Yan Xinxin went outside, picked up her son, and headed straight for the door.

"Yan Xinxin, stop right there, you f***ing b****!"

Yan Zhirou yelled angrily. Yan Xinxin was just at the door when she suddenly stopped.

But it wasn’t because of Yan Zhirou’s shouting. Instead, a tall figure was standing right in front of her.

"...Mo Chuxi?"

"Daddy Chuxi."