"I’ll go up and have a look! You just wait for here."
Qin Haiming was also worried that his daughter might be in trouble, so he imdiately pushed open the door and got out of the car.
Bian Jingwen stepped up the stairs straight to the second floor, found Qin Mu’s office, and then walked over.
The door was open, and Qin Mu was ticulously designing a Tang suit for the elderly man’s birthday, her head lowered seriously as she carefully cut the fabric.
Bian Jingwen’s temper was suppressed at that mont.
Bian Jingwen just stood at the door watching Qin Mu bending over the high-quality fabric on the cutting table, her eyes sternly fixated on the fabric’s incision, and after three seconds, she suddenly sped up and finished it in a matter of monts.
Bian Jingwen knew whether her own craftsmanship was good or not, and deep inside her heart, a bad feeling began to simr.
Qin Mu sensed soone at the door, her sharp eyes glanced towards it, her body still bent, her expression still very serious.
Bian Jingwen looked up and, seeing Qin Mu looking at her, she strode in.
Only then did Qin Mu slowly straighten up, having bent over for so long that her waist ached painfully, but it didn’t hinder her from thinking.
Bian Jingwen’s sudden visit, naturally, was because of what happened in the morning.
As for the morning’s event, Qin Mu really didn’t know whether to thank her sister-in-law or thank her sister-in-law.
"Was it you who got soone to spill the insider information about the designer this morning?"
Bian Jingwen asked, this ti not feigning a smile.
"Was it you who put and Rui Sen on the Weibo headlines last ti?"
Qin Mu didn’t answer, instead sharply stared at Bian Jingwen and questioned back.
Bian Jingwen felt Qin Mu’s simple words were too forceful, involuntarily taking a deep breath, but replied faintly: "Yes!"
Facing her directness, Qin Mu just gave her a dull glance, then turned her head to look back at the fabric on her table; the elderly man liked a more traditional Tang suit, and she was contemplating adding so traditional Chinese characteristics to this fabric.
"Today’s Weibo exposé had nothing to do with ."
Qin Mu said seriously as she stared at the fabric, yet she was speaking to Bian Jingwen.
That voice, neither cold nor warm, left no room for doubt.
Bian Jingwen looked at her in surprise: "Not you?"
"I have no need to do such things; I have many important matters to attend to."
Qin Mu replied calmly.
Bian Jingwen felt humiliated: "Are you implying I’m not worth your ti?"
"Aside from work and family, nothing is worth my ti, of course, you can include yourself in that."
"You..."
Facing Qin Mu’s distant deanor, with those eyes as cold as a sharp blade, Bian Jingwen several tis found it hard to control her temper.
"Bian Jingwen, it seems I already know the purpose of your visit today, but I really don’t understand why you bla everything on our Qin family."
Qin Mu suddenly turned her head, this ti, earnestly staring at her.
Bian Jingwen’s gaze froze, as if scared by Qin Mu’s words, then she sneered coldly: "I don’t know what you’re talking about."
"If you really didn’t know, you wouldn’t have ntioned my father, am I right?"
Qin Mu persistently questioned her, her voice not cold, as if just discussing a trivial matter.
"A hypocritical heiress like you, how could you understand the life of the underclass?"
Facing Qin Mu’s contempt, Bian Jingwen murmured suddenly, then her eyes shifted toward the window, to the little bit of sky.
"Underclass? You?"
Qin Mu’s sharp eyes caught the despondency in her eyes but held her breath for a mont.
"So things, you will understand one day!"
After Bian Jingwen spoke, she turned to leave.
Qin Mu watched her back, just about to say: or perhaps the one who should understand is you, when she noticed Bian Jingwen’s figure froze at the door.
"Miss Bian, with such a heavy heart at such a young age, it may not be a good thing!"
It was Qin Haiming’s voice, and Qin Mu straightened her back again, reflexively looking in that direction.
"How does Mayor Qin know my heart is heavy? Or is it Mayor Qin who feels guilty?"
"In my life, I’ve only ever had regrets towards two won, my first wife, and my eldest daughter."
Qin Haiming’s voice was so steady, flowing calmly into Qin Mu’s office.
Qin Mu’s gaze slowly withdrew, then silently lowered her eyes to look at the fabric on the table.
"And towards your second wife and younger daughter, do you feel no guilt?"
"Not at all!"
"A truly cold and selfish man, if your eldest daughter wasn’t the wife of the Mu Family’s CEO, would you still be saying these things?"
"You cannot understand a father’s heart."
"I only know my father is proud of ."
"You must be referring to the father abroad you have dazed."
Bian Jingwen inhaled sharply once more.
Not long after, Qin Mu heard the sound of high heels leaving, and also the slow steps of Qin Haiming entering.
Qin Mu hadn’t even figured out how to face him when he was already beside her: "Preparing this for the Mu family’s elderly man?"
His voice was slow, as was his mood at this mont.
"Yeah!"
Qin Mu responded sullenly, then turned her gaze toward him, her eyes tranquil and calming.
"The things Bian Jingwen just asked , I spoke sincerely, Mumu..."
"You don’t need to explain much, you did what you thought was right as a father, I understand."
Qin Mu replied to him.
Qin Haiming couldn’t speak for half a minute, nor did he want to speak, just gazed at his daughter.
So many years had passed, discovering the person who understood him most was his daughter, whom he’d been apart from for over a decade; he just smiled sadly yet thankfully as he lowered his eyes.
"I was worried that girl would hurt you, didn’t expect you to sha her without uttering a single dirty word, Mumu, you really make proud as a father."
Qin Haiming calling himself father showed his current calm composure.
"Bian Jingwen just said her father is proud of her, and now you say this?"
Qin Mu smiled faintly, finally not so seriously.
"She relies on her acting skills to please her adoptive parents, but you do not."
Qin Haiming looked at her, offering high praise.
Qin Mu unconsciously sighed lightly: "Grandpa said he wants sothing traditional, but it must not be inferior to any Tang suit worn by the Jing family’s elderly man. Do you have any suggestions as a witness to their decades of birthday banquets?"
"Actually, you don’t need too many patterns, if the elderly man is in a good mood, he’d be delighted even wearing plain fabric; now with the prosperous Mu family, you can imagine his mood."
As soon as Qin Haiming finished saying this, not only did Qin Mu smile, but he also smiled.
Indeed! When the ti cos, all those who co to celebrate will flatter him, by then what would he care if his outfit rivaled the Jing family’s elderly man’s.
However, she still trusted her own craftsmanship more.
——
A little past four in the afternoon, Mu Yichen’s car was parked downstairs at her studio, then leaned back inside and dialed her phone: "I’m downstairs, co down!"
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