Qin Mu watched everyone walk in and suddenly ca back to her senses. Regardless of Mu Yichen’s questioning reaction, she suddenly ran inside on her eight-centiter heels, pushing through the crowd and charging forward...
But...
Today, she still didn’t get the first place.
Qin Mu got angry, took a couple of breaths, and gritted her teeth. But when she saw the parent greeting the teacher, she couldn’t believe it and gnashed her teeth harder.
Isn’t that the bitch who was just scolding her at the gate?
Wearing a mask, ha, Qin Mu wouldn’t have recognized her without that pink mask. Covering her face so tightly in the middle of sumr is one thing, but wearing a mask can’t even shut her mouth, damn...
Qin Mu felt like cursing for the umpteenth ti today.
"Huanhuan’s mom is here too!"
The teacher quickly greeted Qin Mu politely upon seeing her.
The parent gave Qin Mu a dismissive look after hearing the teacher call her Huanhuan’s mom.
"So you’re Huanhuan’s mom. I didn’t expect Huanhuan’s mom to be a big star."
The parent ridiculed, arms crossed over her big chest.
No, Qin Mu felt it was more disrespectful, like a provocation.
Qin Mu smiled faintly: "Is the lady with the mask a victim of dostic violence?"
"What?"
Faced with Qin Mu’s calm deanor, the parent raised her hand to touch her masked face, her eyes widening even more.
"Oh! I’m just saying, aren’t you afraid of getting a heat rash wearing that mask in this hot sumr? Or is it really... dostic violence?"
Qin Mu didn’t expect that Xiaoi’s previous joke could beco useful to her.
"You’re the one who’s a victim of dostic violence, your whole family is."
"Maliciously hurting others entails legal responsibility, madam."
Qin Mu kindly reminded her, but of course, her expression was no longer as accommodating as before.
As Qin Mu’s face changed, the woman got angry too: "Ha, acting like you really understand the law, like I’m so legal illiterate. It’s just a few bucks, so what if you have money?"
"If you want to compare wealth, that’s possible, but if you want to compare etiquette with , ha, you’ve got a long way to go."
Qin Mu’s face hardened, and her eyes suddenly turned cold as a knife.
The woman’s throat tightened, but she was unwilling to show weakness: "Etiquette? If you had any, would you make other people’s children transfer schools?"
"Which ear of yours heard making other people’s kids transfer schools?"
Qin Mu glared with anger.
"Whether you did or not, you know yourself!"
The woman gave her a disdainful look, then, when her son ca out, imdiately grabbed his hand: "We’re leaving, don’t want to talk to such an uncultured person anymore."
It was the first ti soone called Qin Mu uncultured, so in anger, she thrust out her high-heeled shoe.
The woman, also in high heels, imdiately fell to the ground, surrounded by a crowd, shrieking in her predicant.
The little boy, scared, shrunk back against the wall. After tripping the woman, Qin Mu realized it was inappropriate, especially in front of a child.
Moreover, the child was clearly terrified.
Huanhuan had already co out, along with the teacher, and so many parents were watching her.
"Fanfan!"
"Huanhuan!"
Huanhuan called out to Fanfan, and Fanfan called back, running over to hold Huanhuan’s hand, positioning her behind: "Don’t let that old witch see you, she’ll give you a poisoned apple."
Qin Mu twitched involuntarily. Witch? Poisoned apple?
And these two little ones, at such a young age, their hand-holding protective stance, why did it seem so familiar yet so strange?
Everyone was staring at the woman on the ground, and when people were wondering if the witch was Qin Mu or the woman on the floor, the boy pointed at the woman slowly getting up: "It’s her, she drove my mom away and took my dad."
"What?"
Everyone was confused.
Qin Mu was also confused—not the real mom?
But it hadn’t seed that way initially, especially when she was holding the child’s hand so sincerely.
Qin Mu suddenly felt embarrassed, glancing up to see everyone looking at them, so holding phones to snap photos or videos, she instinctively said, "Please respect personal privacy and put down your phones."
No one listened to her, a group of moms not seeming to care and enjoying the spectacle.
Qin Mu was quite overwheld, and when the woman covered her waist and stood up, ready to quarrel with Qin Mu, Qin Mu suddenly shouted: "If anyone posts a video of this online today, my husband is very powerful, you all know it, oh!"
As soon as Qin Mu said that, the children gathered at the classroom door and parents standing outside froze.
But those with phones raised, only a few put them down, and so were still recording as if they were deaf.
Qin Mu overheard a sentence.
"Wow, this is for my Weibo video."
Qin Mu...
Everyone turned to look at that woman like a warrior!
Qin Mu felt like her reputation was ruined—as soon as that woman posted on Weibo, she’d be completely finished.
If that whole part went out, wouldn’t many see her threatening others?
Ha-ha, her twenty-sothing years of reputation, about to be utterly ruined!
Qin Mu started feeling downcast, staring miserably at that warrior woman.
Mu Yichen stood at the entrance of the school building, waiting for them to co out, but after waiting so long without seeing them, he went inside.
Who knew the inside was packed tight, Mu Yichen unconsciously took his hands out of his pockets, his dark eyes adding a touch of coldness.
Finally spotting Qin Mu amidst the crowd, Qin Mu gave him a weary smile, signaling with her eyes: wait to see the Weibo video.
"Hey! Why can’t I upload it?"
Suddenly, soone muttered softly.
Qin Mu’s downcast eyes lifted again, suddenly rembering how Le Yuanyuan once had soone sar her on Weibo, so later anything related to Mrs. Mu’s na was dealt with by Mr. Mu through special connections...
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