Only if...
If everything were this simple.
She returned to this city, and for the people in this city, it had beco more than a matter of whether she wanted to see them or not.
If she lived a simple life, perhaps it would have been fine, but now she wanted to climb higher, and that ant she had to give up so things.
"You have no idea what happened after you left, Qin Mingzhu replaced you, and at school, she was practically a little overlord, so arrogant, commanding one person to do this today, and tomorrow telling soone else to fetch her ridiculous things. I really don’t know what your father is thinking."
Your father...
When Qin Mu heard Mu Qingxin say those words, she felt as if she had traveled back more than a decade.
But...
"He stopped being my father from the mont my mother died."
Qin Mu spoke in a low and calm voice.
Mu Qingxin looked at her a bit unexpectedly, then lowered her eyes, feeling she might have spoken too harshly, especially considering how Qin Mu had been abandoned overseas all these years.
"Ah, don’t take it too much to heart. Though heaven took away your mother, it sent my brother to your side. After all, my brother has spent more ti with you in comparison."
Mu Qingxin said, raising her eyebrows at her, hoping she would cheer up a bit.
Qin Mu smiled helplessly, "Huh! I didn’t expect you to be like this, Mu Qingxin."
"Huh? Like what?"
"Very interesting!"
Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh as she spoke.
Mu Qingxin grinned, her eyes widening as if trying to decide if the comnt was ant to be derogatory or complintary.
"What do you an ’very interesting’? If you don’t like — well, it’s not like I like you either."
Mu Qingxin gave her a provocative look, then a bit proudly, but her tone was no longer as inconsiderate of Qin Mu’s feelings as before.
"Did the baby kick you again today?"
Qin Mu suddenly approached her and gently touched her rounded belly.
"Haha, it kicks several tis a day."
Mu Qingxin imdiately rubbed her belly with pride as she spoke.
Later, Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao returned with Huanhuan, and Mu Yichen also rushed back, with Qin Mu and Mu Yichen holding Huanhuan as they went to the cetery.
But when the two arrived at the cetery with the child, they saw the grave covered with ssy white chrysanthemums, their wrapping papers still fresh, and the flowers seed new, probably from today.
Qin Mu suddenly stopped, rembering Qin Haiming ntioning on the phone that he had visited her mother.
This afternoon, almost everyone had gone out to visit the graves, so...
Qin Mingzhu!
Qin Mingzhu had co with Qin Haiming and even carried out such a condemnable act.
Qin Mu stood there for several seconds, quietly clenching her teeth and looking at the disheveled flowers with a cold face.
Mu Yichen frowned too, putting Huanhuan down before turning to look at Qin Mu.
Her nose was red from the cold, but that was probably nothing compared to the chill in her heart.
Huanhuan threw the broken and ssy chrysanthemums aside, then turned to look at her mother, took the flowers from under her arm, and placed them in front of her grandmother’s tombstone.
Qin Mu watched silently, involuntarily letting out a laugh.
This year, Huanhuan was only three years old.
Qin Mu did not pay respects to the older generation of the Qin Family, just looked at her mother’s grave and then returned to the city with her husband and child.
She quietly noted the incident in her heart, yet she hadn’t taken any concrete steps for retaliation.
Everything could wait till after the New Year’s.
Before dinner, the old master returned, and the most important seat on the sofa imdiately beca his, with the younger generation sitting by his side. Although the old master was over eighty, he looked quite robust, seemingly no less so than the patriarch of the Jing Family. However, unlike the old master of the Jing Family, who always wore traditional attire, the patriarch of the Mu Family dressed more down-to-earth, in casual jackets, tenderly gazing at the little girl across from him who was licking her lollipop without taking her eyes off him.
"Is this our Mu Family’s first little treasure?"
The old master asked.
Qin Mu looked at Huanhuan, thinking to herself, Yes!
"Absolutely! Look, doesn’t this girl have a striking resemblance to her siblings in her brow and eyes?"
Feng Fanghua settled down quite a bit in front of her father-in-law, her deanor becoming much more subdued.
"Mm! But I think she looks more like her mother."
The old master said.
Qin Mu was pleasantly surprised; no one in the Mu Family had ever said that Huanhuan looked like her.
Feng Fanghua imdiately beca unhappy when she heard this, but she didn’t dare to retort, instead clasping her hands and lowering her head.
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