Yan Xinxin had just wanted to express her thanks when a sharp, jarring female voice suddenly rang out amidst the crowd. Without needing to think, the face of Yan Zhirou immediately sprang into her mind. Sitting in the audience, Mu Qianshui lifted her gaze, the corner of her red lips curling up. "What impeccable timing." "Qianshui, who is that woman? Do you know her?" Mu Qianshui replied indifferently, but her smile deepened. "All I know is, the real show is about to begin." Though Yan Zhirou had come deliberately to stir up trouble, she had dressed to the nines—donning a plunging deep V black gown with heavy makeup, clearly determined not to miss any opportunity to stand out. "She’s dressed so provocatively, it’s disgusting!" "Did she just say that Yan Xinxin’s work was plagiarized?" "Looks like we’re in for some excitement!" "Hopefully, they fight tooth and nail. Then Young Master Mo won’t marry this Yan Xinxin woman!" Many of the women below couldn’t hide their glee, their faces full of disdain as they looked on, ready for the spectacle. "Miss, what did you just say? Are you claiming that Xinxin’s work was plagiarized from yours? That Angel’s Tears is your creation?" Madam Shari stared at Yan Zhirou, her expression turning serious. "Who are you? You’d better take responsibility for what you’re saying!" "You’re asking who I am? Hah! I’m none other than this Lady Yan’s biological sister! I’ll stake my very character on it—what I said is the absolute truth!" Yan Zhirou extended a finger, jabbing it in Yan Xinxin’s direction. "Angel’s Tears isn’t her creation at all—it was painstakingly drawn and designed by me! The original name wasn’t even Angel’s Tears; it was Angel’s Smile. Yan Xinxin stole my work and deliberately changed the name to mislead everyone!" As her accusatory words fell, the hall instantly descended into silence. "Someone like you—what character could you possibly have?" Mo Chuxi’s icy voice rang out abruptly. "Speak. Who sent you here to cause trouble for Xinxin?" "Young Master Mo, no one sent me here to cause trouble. I just wanted justice for myself!" Yan Zhirou wore an indignant expression that bordered on pitiful. "Angel’s Smile was the fruit of my hard work. Not only did Yan Xinxin take it for herself, but she’s now brazenly using it to compete in an international jewelry exhibition! How could I ever allow this to slide?" Yan Xinxin looked at her, finally parting her pink lips. "My presence here today, and my impending marriage to Chuxi... are these two things what you really can’t accept?" "Chuxi? You call him so affectionately!" Yan Zhirou sneered coldly. "Young Master Mo liked me first! You’re nothing but a lowlife! Not only did you steal my work, but you also stole my man!" Yan Zhirou’s remark caused a collective gasp from the crowd below. "What kind of nonsense are you spewing?" Mo Chuxi furrowed his brows with irritation, feeling oddly implicated out of nowhere. "You couldn’t even compare to your sister’s little toe, yet you dare to dream I’d consider you? Did you drown your brains in water or something?" Yan Zhirou’s face stiffened, looking thoroughly aggrieved. "Young Master Mo, back then, you clearly came to my building..." "Yes, your building, which included your family. That also included Xinxin. From the very start, the only person I wanted to see was my future wife. You? You have absolutely nothing to do with this! Stop deluding yourself like a peacock in display mode!" "How—how is that possible!" Yan Zhirou was completely incapable of accepting the truth. Mu Qianshui watched from the audience, chuckling coldly. Completely delusional! If Mo Chuxi had been interested in a woman like Yan Zhirou, Mu Qianshui would’ve already been the Mo family’s young mistress! "Yan Xinxin, it must be you! All of this is your doing! Fine! Since you’re heartless, don’t blame me for being ruthless!" Yan Zhirou declared furiously and immediately pulled several sheets of paper from her bag. "I have evidence proving that Angel’s Tears was plagiarized from my work!" ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍