"How could such a thing happen!" "I never expected that Yan Xinxin would turn out to be this kind of person!" "Mo Chuxi is so sharp and capable in the business world, how could he make such a mistake when choosing a woman?" Yan Zhirou’s indignant words fell, and everyone present cast extremely disdainful and skeptical gazes at Yan Xinxin— even Madam Shari was silent. Mu Qianshui’s smile grew even wider, as if she could already see the scene where Yan Xinxin was about to be kicked out! This tactic of using someone else’s knife to kill— she was very satisfied with it! "Ladies and gentlemen, I’m actually Yan Xinxin’s biological younger sister! If she can be this ruthless toward her own sister, how much worse would she be toward others? Tell me, how could a woman like her deserve to marry Mo Chuxi?" Yan Zhirou said indignantly, her eyes welling up with fake tears. Those who didn’t know the truth had already been deceived by Yan Zhirou’s vivid performance. "I never thought my kind, gentle younger sister would go to the trouble of standing up for justice—not just for herself but also out of heartfelt concern for my fiancé." Yan Xinxin’s sweet and clear voice sounded composed and unruffled in the quiet exhibition hall. "But since you’ve said so much, you must be thirsty by now, right? Now it’s my turn to speak." Upon hearing Yan Xinxin’s words, Mu Qianshui suddenly raised her charismatic, jealous, and spiteful gaze, glaring hatefully at Yan Xinxin. She couldn’t believe that, in such a situation, Yan Xinxin could still have a way out! Moreover, in the presence of so many social elites, guests, and media, Mo Chuxi would only appear overtly biased if he tried to shield Yan Xinxin— which would, in turn, hand the upper hand to Yan Zhirou! Indeed, Mo Chuxi wanted to intervene, but Yan Xinxin’s poise made him pause. Yan Zhirou lifted her prideful gaze, her expression shifting to one of greater grief and indignation. "Yan Xinxin, you’re my elder sister! Although you’ve been willful and domineering ever since we were young, always competing with me for everything, I never thought you’d stoop so low! ’Angel’s Smile’ was my painstaking work!" She exclaimed sulkily, her eyes reddening with grievance. "You stole my hard work without a shred of guilt— doesn’t your conscience hurt?" "I’ve never committed a single act that weighs on my conscience, so of course it doesn’t hurt. But I imagine your conscience might be in quite a bit of pain." Yan Xinxin spoke with composure, elegantly stepping off the stage. "Yan Zhirou, are you saying I plagiarized your design drawing from two years ago— the ’Angel’s Smile’?" Her tone sounded so calm and unhurried. Yan Zhirou raised her jealousy-filled gaze. "What? Are you admitting to it?" "I won’t admit to something I’ve never done, but as for what you’ve done— I think it’s time the audience got to know a thing or two." Yan Xinxin gracefully walked up to Yan Zhirou. Her slender, alluring figure and youthful, radiant face instantly crushed the heavily made-up Yan Zhirou. "Since you’re claiming ’Angel’s Tears’ is your design, why don’t you explain to everyone here the inspiration and initial intent behind the creation?" "Hah, you want to know my inspiration?" Yan Zhirou chuckled meaningfully, unperturbed, and directed her gaze mockingly at Yan Xinxin. "Since you’re curious, I’ll tell you— and everyone else! The inspiration for this piece came from the death of my little niece!" As she spoke, she deliberately shot Yan Xinxin an accusing glare. Yan Xinxin felt a sharp pang in her chest but worked hard to maintain her composure. "To commemorate my little niece, who was like an angel, I conceived this design!" "If it’s such a sad event, why name it ’Angel’s Smile’? When someone passes away, shouldn’t it evoke sorrow and tears?"