"Miss Jing can’t co up with an answer?"
Qin Mu smiled faintly, her keen gaze piercing right into Jing Qing’s black pupils.
If before Qin Mu wanted to keep calm and steady, now she only wanted to tear Jing Qing’s hypocritical mask to shreds.
Jing Qing looked at her, and for a whole minute, she just smiled in front of her—a smile that was filled with grievance, as if she had been wronged.
During that minute, the atmosphere in the private room was chilly, as if a large syringe had quietly entered the room, secretly drawing away all the warmth.
Jing Feng glanced at Qin Mu, then towards Mu Yichen, and when Mu Yichen also lifted his eyelids to glance at him, he didn’t show any reaction.
"I just suddenly rembered that I had so tonics I hadn’t brought you, and it just so happened that I was near Yichen’s company running an errand at that ti—Are you satisfied with this answer?"
Jing Qing had never felt herself groveling like this before, as if she were a palace maid being questioned.
"Actually, I’m not satisfied! But we are here to drink! Talking about this just kills the mood!"
Qin Mu’s sharp apricot eyes looked at her, so piercing that it seed they could gouge Jing Qing’s eyes and make them bleed.
Jing Qing had no choice but to suppress her heiress temperant and turn her face away.
"Mr. Jiang, how about another round of finger-guessing gas?"
All of a sudden, Qin Mu rolled up her sleeves and spoke to Jiang Zhiyuan.
Jiang Zhiyuan was initially startled, but then he imdiately cracked a smile: Sure!
Soone needed to liven up the atmosphere, and of course, it was most fitting for the person who caused it to cool down to do so.
Qin Mu, with Huanhuan at her side, played the finger-guessing ga with him, and when Jiang Zhiyuan lost, his companion An Nan drank for him, and when Qin Mu and Huanhuan lost, President Mu drank.
Jing Qing soon felt unbearable staying there, watching as they blatantly ignored her, and she stood up unconsciously.
Mu Yichen was about to drink for the mother and daughter who lost, when she suddenly stepped forward, dodging the glass in his hand: I’ll drink for you!
The crowd...
Mu Yichen’s eyes, filled with sharpness, stared at her, while Jing Feng also imdiately looked over and uttered: Jing Qing, put it down.
But Jing Qing didn’t comply, and before tears could fall, she raised his glass to her lips and downed the drink in one gulp.
Qin Mu followed everyone’s gaze to look over, but only saw Jing Qing’s eyes, desolate and pleading, as she asked her in a hoarse voice: Are you satisfied now?
Jing Qing shed tears!
Large teardrops fell down her cheeks in front of everyone, genuinely making so feel sympathy.
But Qin Mu’s heart remained numb.
Jing Qing put down the glass on the table’s edge, then turned to grab her bag and strode towards the exit.
The loud slam as the door closed once again chilled the atmosphere in the room.
Jing Feng glanced over at Qiao Yi, who was also struggling to contain himself and rose to follow her.
Even if it ant only being able to follow her silently in the darkness, when she walked down the street, wiping away her tears with strong steps, Qiao Yi quietly stood guard from a dark corner not far away.
Later, Jiang Zhiyuan and An Nan played the finger-guessing ga, while Qin Mu and Helian Hao chatted while eating fruit.
Mu Yichen, holding Huanhuan, drank with Jing Feng, who seed very displeased, and couldn’t help asking Mu Yichen as he looked at the two people chatting, "Do you think it’s appropriate to spoil her like this?"
"What’s wrong with it?"
Mu Yichen asked in a deep voice.
"Do you have to make Jing Qing lose face in front of so many people?"
Jing Feng pressed the question in a low voice.
"My wife is standing up for your wife, or do you prefer watching your sister walk all over your wife?"
Mu Yichen looked at him and asked indifferently.
Jing Feng naturally did not like the disdainful tone and looks Jing Qing had for Helian Hao, but when he saw Jing Qing pushed to tears by Qin Mu, he imdiately felt that Qin Mu was truly too much. When had the Jing Family ever been humiliated so badly?
However, Mu Yichen felt that Qin Mu was not too much at all. Jing Qing indeed did those things, and she had such an air about her at the dinner table; it was good for Qin Mu to put her in her place.
After dinner, when everyone was about to disperse, Jiang Zhiyuan wrapped his arm around Qin Mu’s shoulder and wouldn’t let go: "Let’s play two more rounds. I don’t believe that I, a big man, can lose to you, a little lady."
Qin Mu helplessly tried to push him away, but he just wouldn’t budge.
It was Mu Yichen who kicked him from behind, directly sending him flying to the door.
An Nan and Qin Mu both jumped with fright, especially An Nan, who was clearly startled by the kick.
Jiang Zhiyuan was kicked right to the door.
Just then, people from another private room ca out, and it looked as if he was kneeling before them.
Raising his head, Jiang Zhiyuan then imdiately lay on the ground as if dead drunk.
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