Yan Xinxin froze for a second, and the audience erupted into chaos! "Qianshui, what is going on?!" Sitting in the audience, Mu Shaoqian couldn’t stay seated. "Didn’t you say Yan Xinxin’s work was completely unwanted? How did it turn into tonight’s highlight?!" Mu Qianshui wore a dark expression, her eyes sinister as she stared at the radiant and youthful Yan Xinxin on stage. "Qianshui, what should we do now?" "What can I possibly do?!" Mu Qianshui gritted her teeth furiously. "Chuxi even invited that woman Wen Xin to the event, wearing Angel’s Tears to steal the spotlight. Hmph! Yan Xinxin..." Mu Qianshui clenched her fists tightly, her sharp and long nails digging into the flesh of her palms, but she paid no mind to the pain. The Yan Zhirou mother-daughter duo—how are they handling things? Are they planning to wait until Yan Xinxin becomes famous throughout Ancheng before taking any action? Mu Qianshui seethed with anger, clenching her teeth as she internally cursed, lifting her eyes to see the man of her dreams gracefully stepping onto the stage beside Yan Xinxin. He wore a limited-edition designer suit paired with a rare white shirt, giving his usual cold demeanor an unexpected touch of gentleness. His eyes were like the mysterious depths of the ocean—impossible to fathom, yet irresistibly captivating. Countless young women in the audience gazed at Mo Chuxi in a daze, their faces glowing with admiration, wishing desperately to have some kind of connection with him! Yan Xinxin lifted her head, and that unbelievably handsome face unexpectedly crashed into her starry eyes. It really is Mo Chuxi! He’s the one who requested Angel’s Tears? The host handed over Angel’s Tears, nestled on a crystal cushion, to Yan Xinxin. Yan Xinxin hesitated for a moment before accepting it, then extended her hand and, with serious determination, lifted her enchanting eyes to meet the man’s smiling gaze. "Don’t mention it, my beloved wife." The words Mo Chuxi casually let slip caused Yan Xinxin’s hand to tremble, and left everyone utterly stunned! No one had time to process this revelation before Mo Chuxi picked up Angel’s Tears and walked behind Yan Xinxin, fastening the exquisitely crafted necklace around her slender, fair neck. Angel’s Tears gleamed like the most dazzling star of the night, refracting breathtaking light under the radiance of the venue. Yan Xinxin raised her hand to touch Angel’s Tears, its presence feeling almost unreal. Before she could fully grasp the moment, Mo Chuxi suddenly leaned down and planted an intimate kiss on her cheek! The audience instantly exploded with commotion! "Wasn’t it rumored that Young Master Mo is going to marry a woman named Yan Xinxin?" "Damn it! The man I had my eyes on!" Many of the young socialites in attendance wore dark expressions, shooting daggers of envious anger at Yan Xinxin, who stood beside Mo Chuxi on stage. "Let me take this opportunity to announce something personal to everyone here." Mo Chuxi’s magnetic and crisp voice resonated from onstage, promptly quieting the room. Check latest chapters at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚑𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚑𝕟𝕖𝕥 Yan Xinxin’s heart raced wildly, and her breathing was erratic. Then Mo Chuxi suddenly took her hand, interlocking their fingers in a gentle yet firm grip. "On the eighteenth day of this lunar month, I will be marrying Lady Yan Xinxin beside me as my lifelong partner. I hope all those receiving invitations will attend our wedding ceremony on time." As he spoke, he turned to face Yan Xinxin. "How could this happen!" "So that’s who Yan Xinxin is!" Exclamation marks flew wildly, with half the women in the venue overcome with jealousy, shock, and utter emotional collapse. "Congratulations, Xinxin." Madam Shari rose from the guest seating area. "Not only did you create such an outstanding design like Angel’s Tears, but you also have such an exceptional and loving fiancé. Truly, congratulations!" "Angel’s Tears is stolen from my original design! Everyone, take a good look at the real Yan Xinxin! She’s nothing but a hypocritical and despicable woman!"