A heart felt as if it was gripped by sothing, held tightly in its clasp.
Qin Haiming looked into her eyes, decided not to ask any further, and just looked at the photograph instead.
"Do you rember this photo? It was taken in our old house. I still rember you had just co ho from school," he said.
So, there was a bit of Mu Yichen in that photo as well.
It was because he had escorted her ho, and as he watched her take the photo, he wanted to join them but was too shy to say so. He just watched them, a family of three, taking the picture.
Suddenly, Qin Mu rembered that day when Mu Yichen had been very upset. When she ca back to her senses, her eyes had already begun to mist over. She stood there quietly, holding her breath.
"Did you call here just for this photo?" she asked.
"Don’t you want it?" he replied.
"The person is already dead. What use do I have for a photo?" she asked, turning her head.
She had photos of her mother.
She also had photos of their family of three.
But when she went to Paris, she cut the photo of the three people into one with just two people.
All those photos were still in Paris. She hadn’t brought them back.
"Yes, what use are photos when the person is dead? But when I stumbled upon this photo today, it filled with a myriad of emotions. Mumu, if we could go back to the past..."
"You would still do things that betray my mother because you are a man who can’t resist temptation," Qin Mu interrupted coldly and directly as she looked him in the eye.
Qin Haiming drew in a breath of cold air. He hadn’t expected Qin Mu to address such a topic so bluntly and rcilessly.
"Perhaps not?" he suggested.
"There’s no way to verify that now, my mother is gone, and there are no ti machines in this world; it’s not like in novels where you can be reborn and go back," she said, looking into his eyes, which finally fell due to disappointnt.
"So this is why you have changed so drastically in temper and character? Because you can’t go back to the past, you’ve beco so stubborn, so wilful, so extre? To the point of hurting your aunt so badly that she had to be hospitalized?"
"Do you still firmly believe that it was who sent that woman to the hospital based on Qin Mingzhu’s words? What are you doing here then?" she questioned sarcastically.
It was truly ridiculous.
She wouldn’t take the photo. She would let this man figure it out himself. If he could bear to throw it away, it would only prove she was right. If he couldn’t, then he deserved the agony.
"Was it really not you?"
Qin Haiming asked again.
"There are surveillance caras in our studio. But even if you watch them and believe , it’s too late now, Mayor of Qin City. Rember, I ntioned the only relationship left between us is to not disturb your citizen," she said.
After speaking, Qin Mu turned away.
"Mumu, even if Dad didn’t trust you imdiately, it’s because we’ve been apart for years," he called out.
"No, it’s because you trust your pillow talk partner too much," Qin Mu stopped, replied to him after he finished, and then walked away without pausing.
Qin Haiming looked down at the photo on the desk and suddenly felt a tinge of irritation. He actually didn’t believe in his daughter, who had always been so warm to him. He followed her instinctively.
"Qin Mu, what did Dad give you?"
Qin Mingzhu had already packed up and was waiting in the living room for Qin Mu to co out, imdiately blocking her way and asking.
"You should ask your dad. Also, don’t think that nobody knows just because today’s news on the internet didn’t na nas. Do you think you’re taking revenge for yourself? Don’t forget, there’s going to be a re-election in Rongcheng soon, and whether your father can be re-elected might very well be in your hands," Qin Mu advised sharply.
Upon hearing this, Qin Mingzhu’s face changed dramatically, and she stuttered, "What... what are you talking about? I don’t understand?"
"Whether you understand or not, the notoriety of you and your mother is well-known in this city. No matter how blurry that photo is, people who know you will recognize it. If it gets to the higher-ups, just think carefully," Qin Mu warned, unsure why she felt the need to warn Qin Mingzhu—perhaps to scare her?
"Qin..."
Qin Mingzhu imdiately went to chase after her as she walked away.
"Qin Mingzhu!"
But she had only taken a few steps when another voice called out from upstairs, causing her to look back and her face to turn even paler.
"Dad!"
"Is what your sister just said true?"
"She, she... how would I know?"
Qin Mingzhu’s eyes darted around, and the next mont, she imdiately denied it.
"You don’t know? I’ve been aware of the news on the internet since this morning, so why are you playing dumb with ?"
Qin Haiming said as he made his way down the stairs, resting on the railing, his expression hardening.
"I’m not what you think. If you don’t believe , ask my mom!"
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