"Does it have something written on it?" "Looks like there’s going to be a shocking twist!" The people in the audience couldn’t help but whisper among themselves, all restless in their seats. Yan Zhirou stared at the piece of paper, frozen and motionless. Yan Xinxin saw her reaction and spoke casually. "What’s the matter, my dear sister? Why are you zoning out? Do you have the courage to take out that piece of paper and read it aloud right now?" Yan Zhirou’s face gradually turned pale and ugly. Even if she were foolish, she could tell something was wrong! "Didn’t you hear what Xinxin said?" Mo Chuxi urged coldly, his sultry, thin lips delivering a commanding statement. Yan Zhirou was startled and terrified. But she didn’t have the guts to disobey Mo Chuxi’s orders—even though she was unwilling, she still took out the piece of paper. "Open it. Read it out loud." Mo Chuxi demanded in an icy tone. His short and concise words carried an overbearing and unyielding force. Yan Zhirou had no other choice. Her fingers trembled slightly as she unfolded the paper. As soon as she saw the words on the page, her face turned ashen instantly. She looked like a wilted cabbage, decaying all at once! The audience stretched their necks to see what it was, but it remained out of sight. The cameraman quickly zoomed the lens in on the page, and the text was clearly displayed on the big screen in the next second. Angel’s Tears are gifted to you, wishing you a carefree afterlife. My dear, goodbye. The neat and elegant handwriting, combined with the heart-wrenching message, unmistakably carried Yan Xinxin’s signature. Moreover, the date on the paper was shown to be a year earlier than the one Yan Zhirou had just mentioned! Truth and lies became crystal clear in an instant! That so-called "Angel’s Smile" never existed! From start to finish, there was only Angel’s Tears! Yan Zhirou was utterly dumbfounded, her face drained of color as she stood motionless. Her figurative face had been thoroughly slapped! While the audience speculated about who Chun was, only Mo Chuxi felt his heart seize as he looked at Yan Xinxin with more guilt and tenderness in his eyes. He was thankful that their Chun was alive and well—and was such an adorable and well-behaved child. Seeing Yan Zhirou’s pathetic state, Yan Xinxin blinked her beautiful eyes and smiled faintly. "Thank you, my dear sister, for presenting me with evidence." The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚✦𝕟𝕖𝕥 "Thank you for proving to everyone that not only did you steal my artwork and hand-crafted Angel’s Tears and claim them as your own, but you also attempted to twist the truth and deceive everyone with your lies." "I truly appreciate it!" "You... Yan Xinxin, fine, I’ll admit you’re good at this!" Yan Zhirou glared furiously with bloodshot eyes, growing increasingly agitated! "Yes! I took your artwork and pretended it was mine—so what!" Her blunt confession left everyone in attendance shocked, while Mu Qianshui’s face turned as dark as coal, looking deeply mortified! "Yan Xinxin, you brought all this on yourself! Who told you to compete with me for Young Master Mo? A woman like you is not qualified to be with Young Master Mo! Have you forgotten what you did five years ago?" Yan Zhirou, consumed by humiliation and rage, noticed Yan Xinxin’s slight change of expression. Delighted by this, she smugly turned toward the audience. "Are you all curious about the content of that paper earlier? Don’t you want to know who Chun is? Aren’t you also curious about the identity of the niece of mine who passed away?" She deliberately played up the suspense, acting mysteriously. "Alright! Then I’ll tell you all about Yan Xinxin’s dirty and shameful secret from five years ago! A woman so disgraceful as her doesn’t deserve to be the Mo family’s young mistress!" Just as Yan Zhirou had everyone hanging on her words, a loud and commanding male voice suddenly boomed from the very last row, echoing through the hall!