Reborn as the Cinnabar Mole of the Prince of Beijing's Elite Circle

"I don't know what you're talking about. Old Master Lan is reasonable. I only came out because of my grandfather. What does it have to do with him?"

An Wenxin was unwilling to admit it, and the more she denied it, the more suspicious it became. The two of them must have reached some kind of deal, which was why Lan Mingqing, that cunning fox, was able to cooperate with An Wenxin.

An Cinian chuckled softly, and just as she was about to speak, An Xing grabbed her coffee cup and spilled the unfinished coffee all over An Wenxin.

"What are you doing?!" An Wenxin was furious at the sudden recklessness. She jumped up and glared at An Xing. "Idiot! Are you out of your mind?!"

However, An Xing didn't care at all. Shaking her head, she clapped her hands excitedly and exclaimed, "Fun, fun, so much fun!"

He's just a little kid and has no idea what he did wrong.

This scene drew the attention of everyone around.

An Wenxin looked at the white coat that An Xing had soaked, and it looked terrible. She shoved An Xing away and said, "Idiot, are you sick in the head?!"

Butler Sun and Yang Meizi, who were sitting to the side, couldn't sit still and wanted to get up, but An Cinian was gesturing to them, and they still had their own things to do, so they couldn't rush over yet.

An Cinian quickly squatted down to check on An Xing: "Xiao Xing, are you alright?"

"It's all her fault, it's all her fault! She pushed me, you bad person, you're a bad person!"

An Xing ignored An Cinian, stretched out her legs, sat on the floor, and tapped the floor with her legs and hands.

This looks like a tantrum.

An Wenxin didn't know what to say for a moment. People around her stood up, and some even took out their phones to film videos.

"An Cinian! I only came to ask you what really happened to my father's death. What kind of skill is it to send an idiot to bully me!"

Seeing that the situation was becoming awkward, An Wenxin started acting pretentious again.

As soon as these words were spoken, the people around whispered among themselves, comparing their phones with An Cinian's: "Yes, it's her. People online are saying that she killed her adoptive father and angered her grandfather so much that he was hospitalized and passed away."

More and more people began to gather around, including those from outside who came because of the noise from the coffee shop.

"Yes, if she really did kill them, then she's utterly inhuman. Her adoptive father raised her for so many years; how could she be so heartless..."

Towards the end, the language and sentences became extreme, disregarding the context, and even adding violent descriptions.

An Cinian looked around at the faces of the people around her, unmoved. Her indifferent expression showed that she did not take the matter to heart at all, as if she were just an observer and that they were not talking about her.

“An Wenxin, is this what you wanted to achieve? To let everyone watch the weak being bullied, and I’m the culprit?” She helped An Xing up and then stood protectively behind her. “Since everyone likes to judge so much, why should adults bother with a silly child like Xiao Xing, who is just a child?”

An Cinian spotted Yang Yingxing in the crowd. After not seeing her for a few days, she was about to start causing trouble again.

Yang Yingxing stepped forward, walked to a prominent place in the crowd, dressed in all white, thinking that she represented justice.

Pointing at her face, he scolded her: "An Cinian, don't misinterpret things here. You know he's stupid and might do impulsive things. You still brought him out, which shows you have ulterior motives."

He spoke with conviction, and what he said made perfect sense.

She spoke softly, then raised an eyebrow at An Wenxin: "Sister, your trick is terrible." She also rolled her eyes at An Wenxin, genuinely looking down on this woman's clumsy little schemes.

"Little sister, look at what you're saying. No matter what, we're sisters. If you think I've wronged you, hit me. I'll let you hit me. Don't be angry."

She quickly stepped forward, grabbed An Cinian's hand, and pretended to let An Cinian hit her.

Hitting someone?

With a "smack," An Wenxin received the slap she wanted.

Everyone in the audience was taking pictures with their phones, and some were even live-streaming the event, but An Cinian ignored all of that. An Wenxin wanted it, so she gave in to her wish.

"An Cinian, are you crazy? How dare you hit someone!" Yang Yingxing didn't expect An Cinian to bully An Wenxin in such a public place. Did he really not care about her own dignity at all?

"Sister, how come you still haven't broken this habit after all these years? You really like getting slapped, huh? Why don't you get everyone here to slap you?"

Her words were sharp and sarcastic, and she didn't care at all about An Wenxin's or the audience's expressions.

Anyway, she was very happy and wanted to use Luo He, this madman, to threaten her. If it weren't for not wanting Xie Yu'an to know, what would Luo He be?

He walked up to An Wenxin, leaned close to his face, and looked very smug.

"And I've said it many times already, I've severed all ties with you. My name is An Cinian. I'm not a pushover, nor am I a hypocrite. An Wenxin, I've known you for so many years, I know exactly what kind of person you are. Do you think I would be so impulsive as to slap you in front of so many people? I just think you're crazy, an eyesore, and make me especially annoyed."

As she spoke, An Cinian's face lit up with a happy expression. It didn't matter; she was so close, she didn't mind if An Wenxin slapped her too.

Just like Luo He said, An Cinian is a madwoman when she's pushed to her limits. The fact that she stabbed herself is proof of that. Perhaps after spending so many years with An Ping and the others, she has become just like them, with the blood of a madwoman in her veins.

An Wenxin stood there, stunned, unsure of what to do.

"Don't know what to do next? I'll teach you."

She pushed An Wenxin down again, just like she had pushed An Xing down earlier, even more forcefully.

An Wenxin didn't react in time and fell to the ground, in excruciating pain.

"I've already pushed you down. Now you should be saying, 'Little sister, it was my fault. I'm the older sister, I should give in to you. Let's talk about it at home, okay? Don't do this, it'll make you a laughingstock...'"

She spoke eloquently, and at that moment, she and An Wenxin changed identities; she was now An Wenxin.

Are you shocked, An Wenxin? These are all lines you once said to me. I'm returning them to you now. You should be thanking me for cooperating with you in this charade.

Everyone was stunned by An Cinian's every move, almost losing their minds. This was the first time they had encountered such a situation; it was too exciting and would definitely make the top trending topics.

The live stream instantly garnered over a million views.

"Boss, boss, something terrible has happened! Madam is in trouble!"

Shen Yuxiao looked at his phone and realized that the live stream was completely out of control.

Xie Yu'an stood up: "What's going on?" He held Shen Yuxiao's phone in one hand, which showed An Cinian and An Wenxin's names.

Didn't I promise him I'd stay home? Why did I go out? I'm still with An Wenxin.

This woman has ulterior motives.

"I go first."