Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again! Chapter 681: Was Her Engagement Arranged When She Was 6? [Mu

"You, you hit ? You actually hit for Qin Xin?" Qin Wenrou’s cheek hurt imnsely as she looked at Mrs. Qin in disbelief.

Mrs. Qin was also taken aback.

Qin Wenrou had shouted so loudly just now that she was worried others might hear, and in a mont of panic, she acted.

Now she was starting to regret it a little.

Hugging Qin Wenrou, she was both pained and helpless: "I’m sorry, Rou’er, Mommy didn’t an it. Mommy just wanted to wake you up a bit. Mommy is not biased. That rosewood bed wasn’t bought by Mommy for her; it was sent by the Nalan family back then..."

Qin Wenrou imdiately caught the key point: "What did you say, sent by the Nalan family?"

Mrs. Qin hesitated to continue and then said: "Also, letting your sister run the company was a last resort. Back then, you wanted to study music, your brother was still young, and there was really no one available in the family. We couldn’t let you delay your studies to manage the company, could we? Look at how talented you are now; isn’t it great? You’re learning music with Mr. Duanmu, and your design works will soon be ready for competition..."

"Rou’er, Mommy hopes you’ll look further. Don’t compare yourself to your sister. You don’t understand, the path she’s on is very tough, very tough."

"And never bring up the blood-selling matter again. This absolutely must not be disclosed to a third person, as one slip could bring a catastrophe. Do you understand?"

Mrs. Qin was rarely this serious and solemn.

Qin Wenrou was stunned.

Wasn’t that rosewood bed back then bought by Mom for Qin Xin?

Qin Xin was only six years old at the ti, and the Nalan family sent her such an expensive bed?

Was their engagent that early?

This news was a bit of a blow to her.

However, Mom explained so much, which showed that she really cared about her feelings.

But Mom saying not to ntion the blood-selling matter, she still didn’t quite understand.

It’s just about selling so blood, why would ntioning it bring catastrophe?

It should be a catastrophe for Qin Xin, right? If Qin Xin knew the Qin Family had been selling her blood, she’d probably be furious.

Way more furious than being forced at today’s shareholders’ eting to hand over shares in public would make anyone.

Just thinking about this made Qin Wenrou feel much better.

With such a big leverage against Qin Xin in her hand, she could choose any day to make Qin Xin fall apart.

She pretended to agree with Mrs. Qin: "I understand, I understand, let’s go ho, Mommy."

Mrs. Qin breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, let’s go."

Qin Wenrou took the opportunity to probe: "Mommy, so my sister really did sell blood, right? How much did she sell it for? ... Just tell secretly, I promise I won’t tell anyone..."

Mrs. Qin gave her a cautious glare, her expression imdiately turning serious again: "I already said never to bring up this matter again!"

Qin Wenrou felt stifled. She didn’t expect Mrs. Qin to be so tight-lipped, probing failed: "Oh, got it. Mommy, no need to be so fierce. I won’t ntion it. I want to eat abalone and sea cucumber bird’s nest soup to calm my nerves."

Mrs. Qin’s expression softened: "Okay, I’ll make it for you when we get back."

Qin Wenrou: "Mommy, I also want to buy new bags and clothes."

Mrs. Qin: "Alright, I’ll take you shopping in the afternoon."

Qin Wenrou: "But Mommy, we’re out of money..."

Mrs. Qin sighed again: "Mommy will find a way. You just focus on your piano and design studies. Don’t worry about money."

The two reconciled after the storm, mother and daughter leaning on each other as they walked out.

Just as they reached the door,

they saw a line of black cars neatly parked in front of the Qin Group building.

A group of n in black suits opened the car doors, each carrying a heavy wooden crate, coming towards the Qin Group.

This scene looks so familiar...