<h4>Chapter 378: Chapter 378: She’s Not My Biological Daughter!</h4>
Yan Xinxin stepped out of the identification agency.
Just as she got into a taxi, she received a call from Mo Chuxi.
"Where did you go?"
His voice was low and sultry, carrying an elusive charm.
"I made ns to go shopping with a friend today. Could you help me take care of the two kids for a while?"
"Alright."
There was a pause of several seconds on the other end of the call, but Yan Xinxin eventually heard Mo Chuxi’s reply.
"Whew—"
Yan Xinxin let out a sigh of relief, secretly nervous he might notice something.
After all, this man was startlingly perceptive in both senses and instincts.
"Miss, you look kind of familiar!"
The driver suddenly broke the silence.
Yan Xinxin nced up and offered a faint smile.
"You must be mistaken, sir. I’m no celebrity; how could I look familiar to you?"
"Is that so?"
The driver cast another doubtful nce at Yan Xinxin.
"Come to think of it, the woman Young Master Mo proposed tost night looks just like you!"
"..."
"You know Young Master Mo, right? The Crown Prince of Di Jue, the most powerful and wealthy family in Ancheng!"
Hearing the driver’s words, Yan Xinxin quietly turned her face away to look out the window.
She had no idea that the matter had blown up this much.
It made sense.
Mo Chuxi’s looks alone were enough to stir up a frenzy.
The taxi pulled up at a residential area’s entrance, just as Mu Qianshui’s Maserati passed by.
Yan Xinxin stepped out, standing at the gates, her mind shing back to the promise she once made.
She had said she would never set foot here again.
But today, to get to the bottom of Chun’s matter, she had toe!
Inside, Yan Zhirou was happily enjoying her breakfast while eyeing the million-dor check on the table.
A million dors—enough to buy tons of makeup and beautiful clothes, and it gave her a legitimate chance to crush Yan Xinxin. For her, it was all gain and no loss!
As she gleefully nned her next move, she turned her head to see Ye Lirong looking pensive.
"Mom, what are you thinking about? Don’t tell me you’re feeling reluctant about Yan Xinxin now?"
"Why would I feel reluctant? She’s not even my biological daughter!"
Ye Lirong dismissed the idea indifferently.
"Then what’s on your mind?"
"I..."
Ye Lirong hesitated, her words catching in her throat.
The thing she did in her younger years was something she was too ashamed to talk about.
Yet her mind was now flooded with the image of the distinct S-shaped birthmark on Mu Qianshui’s right wrist.
"What’s the matter with you?"
Yan Zhirou’s tone grew impatient.
"Mom, remember this: Dad absolutely cannot find out about this! He dotes on that worthless girl so much that he’ll ruin everything I’ve worked for!"
Yan Xinxin had just reached the doorway when Yan Zhirou’s words reached her ears.
Worthless girl?
Work for what?
"Yan Xinxin?"
Ye Lirong noticed Yan Xinxin walking in and called out in surprise.
Yan Zhirou immediately turned, and upon seeing the face she’d been jealous of for over ten years, sneered coldly with a biting sarcasm.
"Well, well, if it isn’t the future Mrs. Mo. What brings you here unannounced?"
"Since you’re aware that I, the future Mrs. Mo, am visiting, move aside and don’t obstruct my way."
"...Yan Xinxin, do you really think you’re Mrs. Mo already?"
"Aren’t you the one who just called me that?"
"...You!"
Yan Zhirou was so livid she could hardly breathe.
Yan Xinxin ignored her entirely and moved straight toward Ye Lirong, who seemed slightly stunned.
"Mom, there’s something I need to ask you. Can we talk?"
Ye Lirong snapped out of her daze and nced at her.
"Say it here. Whatever it is."
"Alright."
Yan Xinxin didn’t hold back. Even if they spoke privately, Ye Lirong would end up telling Yan Zhirou anyway.
"I want to know: Was Chun really pronounced dead on the spot due to heart failure back then? What happened to her body afterward? And where is Chun’s death certificate now?"