Qin Mu finally understood why she was hesitating and unwilling to speak directly.
"Is the old lady with you now?"
After hearing the news, Qin Mu softly asked her.
"Yes!"
"Let her go to my studio; her family driver should know the way very well."
Qin Mu thought for a while and then said to Helian Hao.
After hanging up, Mu Qingxin asked, "What’s going on?"
"I can’t have lunch with you today, how about we get together next ti?"
"You at least owe the na of the deity who snatched you away from , right?"
After asking, Mu Qingxin looked at Qin Mu and noticed he was reluctant.
Qin Mu could have directly refused, but if he did, the Jing Family would inevitably make things difficult for Helian Hao.
After Helian Hao put down her phone, she turned to look at the woman sitting in her office.
"I’ve troubled you! I haven’t ntioned this to Jing Feng, so..."
"I understand!"
Helian Hao nodded her head.
Jing Feng’s mother then stood up to take her leave, and Helian Hao went to see her out.
In truth, if the person who had co today hadn’t been her mother-in-law, she probably wouldn’t have called Qin Mu and put him in a difficult position, but her mother-in-law was usually a fairly stable and restrained woman, which is why she had no choice but to trouble Qin Mu.
Helian Hao only hoped everything would go smoothly. With Jing Qing now lying in the ICU, she honestly didn’t wish for her death; rather, she hoped Jing Qing could wake up and live her life anew.
Mu Qingxin had planned to have lunch with Qin Mu but ended up having to drive Qin Mu’s little car to her brother’s office building.
When Mu Yichen saw her, he was sowhat surprised, "Weren’t you with Mumu?"
"I was supposed to be! But Cheng Yaojin ca out of nowhere, so I had to co to you for a al! It’s also been a long ti since we, brother and sister, ate alone together!"
Mu Yichen, sitting behind his office desk with dark eyes watching his sister, smiled faintly, not expecting his sister to conceal things for Qin Mu: "Tell who Cheng Yaojin is, and I’ll treat you to lunch today."
Mu Qingxin’s beautiful eyes slowly looked at him, and her gaze spelled out the words, "Brother, you’re putting in a difficult position!"
In Qin Mu’s studio, since Xiaoi hadn’t returned, she spoke softly, "What would you like to drink? I’ll get it for you!"
"No need! Sit! I just have a few words to say, and then I’ll leave!"
Jing Qing’s mother looked at her, her voice very light.
Jing Qing’s mother was shrewd, that much was clear from her expressive eyes, but at the sa ti, she was very repressed, a likely result of years of suppressed living.
Qin Mu then sat there without moving further.
The two won sat on the sofa in the reception area, Jing Qing’s mother quietly watching Qin Mu, gauging her temperant and character.
Qin Mu was quite composed, only glancing at Jing Qing’s mother once before quietly waiting for her to get to the point.
"The year your mother passed away, you were not even eight years old, right?"
Jing Qing’s mother suddenly asked.
Qin Mu did not answer but just looked at her thoughtfully, as Jing Qing’s mother suddenly brought up the past, employing tactics...
"The ones closest to your mother back then were and Feng Fanghua, but after she passed away, I—Mumu..."
Jing Qing’s mother suddenly seed distressed, as if blaming herself, bowing her head with a flicker in her eyes that Qin Mu deed insincere.
Now, when discussing the past, Qin Mu, as one of the parties involved, would no longer easily shed tears.
"All of that is in the past!"
Qin Mu simply responded blandly.
"No! Given my relationship with your mother, I should have taken care of you after she left. I could have asked your father to let you stay in the country, but at that ti..."
Jing Qing’s mother found it hard to speak.
"Is it because you were afraid of troubleso complications? Even if you wanted to help, it’s likely that the other mbers of the Jing Family wouldn’t have allowed it, right?"
Qin Mu ntioned dispassionately.
Jing Qing’s mother didn’t expect her to be so aware, looking at her in surprise, but still, the tears in her eyes didn’t vanish.
"Do you still rember things from when you were little?"
Jing Qing’s mother asked her eagerly.
"So, but most of it is rather blurry now!"
Qin Mu replied in a low voice, very composed and calm.
"Yes! It’s been too long!"
Jing Qing’s mother nodded her head, her lips moved slightly, then she looked up at her again, sowhat pityingly.
"I have a keepsake belonging to your mother! Mumu, can I make a trade with you?"
Jing Qing’s mother thought for a mont then asked, without any sign of anger, she rely wanted to secure sothing for her own daughter.
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