Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife

Chapter 263: Chapter 263: Among Women, You Are the Most Hypocritical

Ning Zitong’s heart skipped a beat, and an image of the small red-heart birthmark on Mu Qianyuan’s waist flashed through her mind.

"Yuan..."

Watching Yan Xinxin’s figure as she stood up to leave, she couldn’t help but call out.

Yan Xinxin seemed to hear and turned slightly. She saw Ning Zitong staring at her with a look full of heartbreak.

"Do I really look so much like Mu Qianyuan?"

She asked.

Ning Zitong jolted awake from her daze.

"You do look alike, but that’s all—it’s just resemblance! You’ll never match my Yuan."

"Uh-huh, then I kindly ask you rich folks to stop bothering me, your substitute. I get annoyed too, you know."

Yan Xinxin smiled faintly as she turned and walked away.

Ning Zitong stood stunned again, lost in the trace of laughter Yan Xinxin had just left behind...

Di Jue Group.

The grand and magnificent silver diamond-shaped building towered so high that it seemed impossible to see its top.

The tallest building in An City—its reputation well-deserved.

During lunch break, Yan Xinxin just reached the door when she saw several young women in business suits laughing as they walked out of the automatic doors.

"Look at that woman over there—she’s probably the same one who rode on Qianshui’s popularity to trend online a few days ago!"

"To be fair, she is somewhat good-looking."

"Relying on her so-called looks to seduce men? Fox spirit, plain and simple..."

"Then what does that make you lot, badmouthing people behind their backs? Gossip-mongers? Or cowards?"

The three women were smugly insulting Yan Xinxin when suddenly a crisp voice, cold but laced with sarcasm, broke in from behind.

One of them, unconvinced, turned her head.

"What’s it to you... Young Master Xiao..." noveldrama

Halfway through her haughty response, she caught sight of Xiao Yize and immediately lost her momentum, her tone faltering as she hastened to greet him with a sycophantic smile.

The other two women quickly followed suit, plastering respectful smiles on their faces.

"Good afternoon, Young Master Xiao!"

"Hello, Young Master Xiao..."

"Among all women, it’s precisely your type I find most false and utterly repugnant."

Xiao Yize cut them off coldly without expression, his sharp eyes glancing at the job name tags pinned to their blouses.

"The logistics department, huh? Be more diligent in your work from now on."

"..."

The three women were left utterly confused and perplexed by his remark, staring dumbfounded at Xiao Yize’s retreating figure.

"Yan Xinxin."

He called out, his tone and expression still calm, yet markedly different from moments ago.

Yan Xinxin looked up at the sound, her beautiful eyes quickly catching Xiao Yize’s solemn, stoic features that exuded a restrained and melancholic air.

The three women stared at each other in disbelief.

Wasn’t there a post revealing that she was just an ordinary female college student? Then how could she not only know Mo Chuxi but also have a connection with Second Young Master Xiao!

"Young Master Xiao, what a coincidence. Are you about to have lunch?"

Yan Xinxin smiled as she walked over.

Watching her approach, Xiao Yize felt his heartbeat quicken.

"Join me?"

"Hmm... maybe next time. I’m heading to see Mo Chuxi now."

"Chuxi isn’t here. Niki told me he took a phone call earlier and rushed off."

Yan Xinxin paused, feeling a surge of concern.

"Nothing bad has happened, has it?"

"Even if something did, I trust that Chuxi could handle it flawlessly."

Xiao Yize clearly had unwavering confidence in Mo Chuxi’s capabilities.

"Let’s grab a meal together. By the time we’re done, Chuxi should probably be back."

Xiao Yize invited her again. Yan Xinxin thought for a moment and then smiled lightly.

"Then let this apprentice treat the master to a meal!"

"Uh-huh."

Xiao Yize nodded, turning to leave with Yan Xinxin by his side.

The three women in the distance looked utterly baffled.

Master?

Apprentice?

Young Master Xiao is Yan Xinxin’s master?!

At the entrance of a certain testing agency, Mo Chuxi sat in his car, the air heavy with tension.

He reached up and removed his sunglasses. With sharp bones outlined by his clear knuckles, his fingers opened the file folder in his hand and decisively pulled out the page labeled "Paternity Test Result" but then suddenly froze.