Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Announcing Death
Yan Zhirou covered her face, speaking with an expression of grievance yet magnanimity.
The male and female colleagues around, upon hearing her, felt even more sympathy toward Yan Zhirou and
started giving Yan Xinxin peculiar looks.
"So she’s a lunatic!"
"Such a beauty, but she’s mentally ill—what a waste!"
Listening to these ignorant remarks about herself, Yan Xinxin felt as if she was about to explode from anger.
Yan Zhirou, that woman, was clearly acting, yet everyone believed her.
"Sis, this is where | work. You should go hfirst. Mom will be worried if she can’t find you."
Yan Zhirou, teary-eyed, spoke in a frail tone.
"Yan Zhirou, stop pretending to be so innocent and understanding. You're the one who's sick!"
Yan Xinxin couldn’t hold back and snapped angrily.
"You earn that filthy, immoral money, flaunt your wealth here pretending to be rich, and you even plagiarized my
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtart drafts and claimed them as your own. Aren't you ashamed?!"
"Sis, what nonsense are you talking about? | earn my money with my own hands to treat my friends to a cup of
coffee. How can you say that about me? And when did | plagiarize your art drafts? Obviously, it's you who's been
stealing my designs all along!"
"What did you say?"
Yan Xinxin froze on the spot, her delicate, pearly face showing a trace of astonishment. She looked at Yan Zhirou
with a mocking smile and opened her lips to question her.
"I've been stealing your designs?"
"I didn’t want to say it, but if you keep acting crazy like this, | might as well spill everything."
Yan Zhirou suddenly adopted a serious and righteous demeanor, making Yan Xinxin look as if she were the one
being unreasonable.
"What's going on here?"
Xiao Yize’s clear and gentle voice suddenly echoed through the spacious office.
The group collectively paused in surprise, and Yan Xinxin was somewhat taken aback too. Xiao Yize was part of
this department?
"Young Master Xiao, I'm so sorry you had to see this. My sister suddenly showed up causing trouble. She has
smental health issues, but I'll take her hright away."
Yan Zhirou spoke in a generous yet gentle tone, extending her hand to pull Yan Xinxin away but was instantly
shrugged off by her.
"Yan Zhirou, don’t touch me. And you're still saying such things now? Not everyone is so easy to deceive!"
Xiao Yize instantly recognized Yan Xinxin’s figure from her back. Hearing Yan Zhirou’s words, a trace of
astonishment flickered across his strikingly handsface.
"Are you Yan Xinxin's sister?"
He opened his lips to ask.
But this question also made Yan Zhirou pick up on something unexpected.
How did Young Master Xiao know Yan Xinxin? If they didn’t know each other, why would he ask like that?
"Yan Xinxin, are you ill?"
Yan Xinxin gave a sarcastic chuckle.
"Of course I'm not sick. The one who's sick around here is your beloved ‘Miss Sunny’ over there!"
"No, sister. You are sick!"
Yan Zhirou’s expression suddenly shifted. Her gaze bore a deeply meaningful edge as she stared at Yan Xinxin.
"Ever since that incident five years ago on the operating table, your mental health started deteriorating. Have
you forgotten how much effort Mom, Dad, and | put into stabilizing you back then?"
As her voice faded, Xiao Yize couldn’t help but notice the color draining from Yan Xinxin’s face, her once-bright
and clear eyes growing dim in an instant.
Five years ago on the operating table?
What had she gone through?
And did she really develop mental health issues because of it?
"Do you remember now?"
Yan Zhirou prompted again, her words biting. Yan Xinxin raised her now-dull, beautiful eyes; her rims slowly
turned crimson.
Yan Zhirou was even colder, more heartless, and inhumane than she had ever imagined!
Yan Xinxin’s heart felt like it was trembling, as if the very core of her being was shaking. She didn’t dare to think
about it, let alone summon the courage to face the memory of losing her little daughter—who was pronounced
dead the moment she was separated from her body...