When the sharp almond-shaped eyes lifted, glaring at the woman in the mirror, Qin Mu’s breathing was laced with fury.
"I understand!"
Mu Yichen, having just finished his phone call, glanced at the bathroom again, thinking, Are you not coming out yet?
"Your father was rely consulting with you."
No decisions have been made.
"What’s there to consult about with this sort of thing? I’m not the head of the Qin Family."
Qin Mu glanced at the man speaking by the door, her tone fierce and emotionless, cutting him off with a single sentence.
Mu Yichen sighed helplessly, leaning against the door for a long while, remaining silent until eventually letting out a bitter chuckle.
As Qin Mu walked out, she shot him a glare, seeing his face caught between a smile and restraint, and then, in a swift movent, gracefully snatched the phone from his hand, striding towards the outside.
"Hey, Mrs. Mu, that’s going too far!"
Mu Yichen leaned there, finally breaking into laughter once she left.
That sharp-edged personality, who on earth did she inherit it from?
Mu Yichen lowered his dark, inky eyes, pondering for a long mont, suddenly realizing she was a bit like him. Unconsciously, he raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, suppressing the urge to laugh as he too headed out.
Qin Mu, hearing him call after her, slamd the door particularly hard as a response.
——
That afternoon, Qin Mingzhu and Wang Huanyu returned with their child in tow. The atmosphere in the Qin Family instantly grew even heavier with sadness, as Qin Mingzhu had been crying nonstop.
Seeing his daughter cry like that, Qin Haiming too felt a wave of lancholy. But after thinking it over, he realized—if not even his daughter mourned her...
"Who is it that wanted my mother dead? You must give her an explanation."
After crying for what seed like forever, Qin Mingzhu sniffled and lifted her gaze to speak to her father.
"Do you think I would just stand by and do nothing?"
Qin Haiming hadn’t slept a wink last night and was utterly exhausted today, but he endured it and calmly replied to his daughter.
"How would I know? What if the matter is related to your beloved daughter? You’d probably just turn a blind eye, wouldn’t you?"
Qin Mingzhu stubbornly accused him, her eyes full of hatred.
"Mingzhu!"
Before Qin Haiming could erupt in anger, Wang Huanyu quickly stepped in to stop her. Based on Wang Huanyu’s understanding of Qin Mu, she wouldn’t stoop to such despicable thods. Besides, if she were going to do sothing, why wait so many years?
"Even if you call out, I still have to say it—of all the people in Rongcheng, the one who hated my mother the most was Qin Mu."
Qin Mingzhu glanced at Wang Huanyu, remaining insistent.
"What kind of talk is this? This matter rely happened to coincide with the timing of their arrival as a couple. Don’t you understand Mumu’s character after all this ti?"
Hearing his daughter’s suspicion directed at his other daughter, Qin Haiming felt a wave of dissatisfaction growing within him. In this world, the only two blood-related people he had left were these daughters. He didn’t want them to harbor resentnt or misunderstandings over this matter, leading to further hatred.
"How would I know if I truly understand her? Back then, her mother died in a car accident. Who’s to say she hasn’t been planning this all along to avenge her mother?"
Seeing her father protect Qin Mu, Qin Mingzhu imdiately shouted in grievance, her spoiled nature as evident as ever.
"Mingzhu!"
Wang Huanyu, seeing Qin Mingzhu’s tears well up and fall like streams, grabbed her hand forcefully and scolded her, knowing her words had gone too far.
"Mingzhu, you’ve truly made , as your father, feel ashad."
Qin Haiming frowned in disappointnt, finally unable to summon anger but instead rising to his feet and heading upstairs.
"Mom! I want my mom!"
Seeing Qin Haiming leaving, Qin Mingzhu burst into loud wails just a few monts later, her cry full of agony, as though her heart were being torn apart.
She seed like a naive girl, never having considered the possibility that one day she might lose her mother—the mother who had always pampered her, who had always made decisions for her, was gone suddenly...
When she received that call, she had already broken down, nearly fainting on the spot.
"Alright, alright! Mom’s just gone to heaven to live a different kind of life now."
Wang Huanyu embraced her sorrowfully, offering endless comfort.
As Qin Haiming listened to Wang Huanyu comforting Qin Mingzhu, old mories suddenly ca flooding back to him.
Back when Qin Mu lost her mother, she wasn’t even eight years old yet.
Who comforted her back then?
She stayed in her room alone, shedding tears quietly, unable to cry out loud.
For so reason, his eyes suddenly grew wet, and the staircase before him beca blurry.
His heart suddenly felt as though it had been hit by a cannon blast.
Qin Haiming sharply inhaled a breath of cold air, then went into his study and made a phone call to his subordinate: "Help investigate if that man has any other relatives."
Even if he couldn’t figure it out, that man had once loved Zhang Rujia. The matter should have nothing to do with him.
But at this mont, sothing deep within pushed him to investigate that man.
And beyond that...
Both of his wives had died in car accidents. For him, hadn’t it been a form of tornt as well?
It’s a pity though. Qin Mu could grasp the pain he felt, but Qin Mingzhu simply couldn’t.
Qin Mingzhu still went to confront Qin Mu. At that ti, Qin Mu was in her office, staring blankly at the design on her computer screen. Though she held a pen, she couldn’t make herself draw, not until she heard Xiaoi’s worried and exasperated voice.
What was destined to co had co, after all!
"You can’t go in! I’m telling you, you can’t go in—didn’t you hear ?"
Then the office door was violently pushed open from the outside.
Qin Mu turned her head to see the intruder, her gaze remaining calm.
Xiaoi stepped in, looking at Qin Mu with so concern.
"You can go tend to your tasks,"
Qin Mu said composedly.
Xiaoi was reluctant to leave. She already harbored a deep bias against Qin Mingzhu and never treated her politely. But seeing Qin Mu’s calm deanor, she could only nod and step out.
Qin Mingzhu stood in front of the desk, staring at that familiar yet eerily tranquil face, her fists tightly clenched.
"Does my mother’s death have anything to do with you? How could it be such a coincidence that you were there?"
Qin Mingzhu’s voice rang out accusingly as soon as her mouth opened.
This did not catch Qin Mu off guard.
Qin Mu stood up from her chair, folding her arms gently, suddenly feeling a slight chill in the early autumn air.
"Indeed! How could it be such a coincidence that my car was parked there at that exact mont?"
Lowering her gaze, Qin Mu stepped out from behind her desk, looking at the girl whose eyes were swollen from crying.
She approached Qin Mingzhu, her voice sowhat despondent as she told her, "I want to know the answer to that as much as you do."
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