These three words involuntarily burst from Yan Xinxin’s mouth once again. Every time, when she’s frightened, anxious, or lost, it feels like yelling out these three words can dispel all unease and fear. These three words seem to possess a miraculous kind of faith. But she doesn’t understand. Why does she yell these three words? And who is she calling out to? Am I... Could it be that I am really Mu Qianyuan, the one who was declared dead? "Yan Xinxin? What are you doing here? What are you screaming like a lunatic for?" Mu Qianshui came over from the adjacent room, her voice dripping with discontent the moment she saw Yan Xinxin. Upon closer inspection, she noticed something was off about Yan Xinxin’s expression. What was she shouting just now? Mu Qianshui silently recalled. Yan Xinxin snapped out of her daze, her head feeling heavy. "Why are you at my home? What are you here for? To flaunt it in my face?" Mu Qianshui’s tone was harsh and unfriendly. "Yan Xinxin, I’ve always wanted to advise you—don’t indulge in fantasies. Think about your background, and then think about Chuxi. You and he are worlds apart. From head to toe, there’s not a single thing about you that matches him!" "If I don’t match him, does that mean you do?" Read full story at novel•fire.net Yan Xinxin furrowed her brows, responding coldly. Her head hurt, but she wasn’t about to let Mu Qianshui trample on her. "You’re absolutely right—Chuxi and I are the perfect match. Whether it’s appearance or background, in this world, the only one who’s suitable for him is me, Mu Qianshui!" "Your background matches his, sure, but pity—you, Lady Mu, don’t catch his eye at all." Yan Xinxin replied leisurely. Mu Qianshui’s face instantly collapsed, her expression turning furious and deranged. "Yan Xinxin, don’t think that just because you’ve given Chuxi a son and a daughter, you can actually secure the position of the Mo family’s young mistress! You can’t even get past Chuxi’s mother!" Yan Xinxin furrowed her delicate brows in confusion. It was true that everyone assumed Xi was Mo Chuxi’s son, but what did she mean by a daughter? Could it be she was referring to the little one currently in her womb? "Who knew that Mu Qianshui could also tell fortunes? My little one hasn’t even been born yet, and you’re already certain it’s a girl?" Upon hearing Yan Xinxin’s remark, Mu Qianshui realized she had inadvertently let something slip! But this also confirmed for her that Yan Xinxin was truly unaware that Mu Chenxi was actually her daughter. Holding a plush white pig, Mu Chenxi ran toward Yan Xinxin, calling out loudly. Seeing Mu Qianshui, she called out obediently. However, Mu Qianshui’s attitude had changed drastically from before. "You’re just a lucky stray that was picked up. Calling me sister? If it weren’t for the Mu family’s charity in sheltering you, would you even be living in luxury? And now, you have the audacity to call this woman ’mama’?" Mu Qianshui lashed out viciously at the utterly bewildered little Chenxi, her face contorted with malice. "We raised you so you could call this woman ’mama,’ is that it?" Little Chenxi trembled all over, completely clueless as to why Mu Qianshui was yelling at her. "Mu Qianshui, what the hell are you doing? Now that your lies have been exposed and you’ve used up Chenxi, is this how you treat her? Are you even human?" Yan Xinxin blew up as well, reaching out to pull the tiny Chenxi protectively close beside her. Mu Qianshui lifted her gaze, her fierce eyes glaring daggers at Yan Xinxin. "How does it concern you if I discipline this orphan?" "She calls me mama now—she’s my daughter! Bullying my daughter absolutely concerns me! Don’t keep throwing around the term orphan. If you have guts, go say those words to Mo Chuxi’s face. Thrashing around here like a desperate dog means nothing. If you have the guts, go fight Mo Chuxi!" "You—Yan Xinxin, you..." Mu Qianshui, both flustered and furious, raised her hand and swung it toward Yan Xinxin’s face!