Mu Qian left Cen's house, drove the car out of two streets, and pulled over.
It was already early in the morning, and the whole city was gradually entering the quietest time of the day, but cars continued to pass by her car.
Where are all these people coming and going going?
Mu Qian sat in the car for a while, then suddenly took out her cell phone and dialed Rong Qingzi's number.
The first time, after the phone rang several times, it was hung up.
The second time, the phone only rang once and was hung up.
The third time...
The fourth time...
Mu Qian called for the tenth time before Rong Qingzi finally picked up the phone, her cold voice full of impatience: "What's the matter?"
Mu Qian heard vague flow and noisy people on her end, and it was clear that they were still in the party.
She was quiet for a moment and then spoke slowly: "The day after tomorrow is my father's life sacrifice. Do you want to have dinner together?"
On the other end of the phone, Rong Qingzi seemed to be quiet for a moment, and then suddenly turned off the phone.
Mu Qian stared at the phone for a while, laughed, and then dialed another number.
As soon as the call was connected, Ye Xi's complaint came: "You heartless guy, after being gone for so long, you finally remembered me?"
Mu Qian got straight to the point, "Can you lend me 10 million?"
Ye Xi was startled, "Ten million? What do you want to do?"
"Working." Mu Qian said, "But you know my financial situation. If I borrow this money, I can only pay it back to you slowly."
"No, what do you do that requires ten million?" Ye Xi lowered her voice and asked, "Is it dangerous?"
"It doesn't matter to me," Mu Qian said, "but it doesn't necessarily matter to people who have offended me."
…
When Mu Qian returned to the apartment, Huo Jinxi's car was gone downstairs.
Also, how could a busy man like Huo Jinxi, who had to take time out to go to bed, stay in one place and wait for a woman?
Mu Qian pushed the door open and got out of the car, went upstairs, and unexpectedly found Cen Xuxu dozing off on her sofa.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Cen Xuxu suddenly woke up. After seeing Mu Qian, he rubbed his eyes sleepily.
"Why are you still here?" Mu Qian looked at her, "Is my sofa here better to sleep on?"
Cen Xuxu gradually woke up and snorted: "I'm waiting for you."
Mu Qian poured herself a glass of water and laughed, "What are you waiting for me to do? Where is the handsome guy you like?"
"He was called away by a phone call." Cen Xuxu crossed his arms and looked at her, "Mu Qian, I'm waiting for you here to tell you face to face that I'm attracted to him and I'm going to steal him from you."
Mu Qian almost squirted out a mouthful of water, and glanced at her chest, "Just... your heavy metal look, and those A's?"
"What's wrong with A?" Cen Xuxu was furious, "How do you know he won't like it?"
Mu Qian leaned against the wall and looked at her, just smiling, "Is this your first time meeting him today? What do you like about him?"
"He looks handsome! He has a good figure, good looks, mature and stable, which is exactly what I like." Cen Xuxu said.
Mu Qian nodded in agreement, and then added: "He is also very good in bed. If you can catch him, you will be lucky!"
"Hey!" Cen Xuxu suddenly blushed, "Who told you this!"
Mu Qian looked at her, "You've already declared that you want to steal a man from me, why are you so ashamed?"
"I'm not shy!" Cen Xuxu snorted, and then said, "I just want to tell you that I am not the kind of person who poaches people from behind, and I will compete with you openly!"
Mu Qian drank a glass of water, and then said: "Don't worry, I won't compete with you."
"Mu Qian!" Cen Xuxu said angrily, "Don't look down on me! Every man likes an eighteen-year-old girl, haven't you heard? I'm younger than you, and this is my capital!"
"That's not what I meant." Mu Qian looked at her and said, "I mean, I don't want this man."
Cen Xuxu looked at her doubtfully, "Are you serious or fake? Would you let go of such a good man?"
"You don't believe it?" Mu Qian smiled and said, "I'll prove it to you in two days."
…
Two days later, contemporary Chinese painting master Fang Miao held an exhibition in New York, and Mu Qian was invited to attend the exhibition.
As soon as she arrived at the entrance of the exhibition hall, Mu Qian ran into Rong Qingzi and her male companion.
"Ms. Rong, what a coincidence?" Mu Qian looked at her with a smile.
Rong Qingzi's face darkened the moment she saw her, and she took her male companion's hand and walked into the exhibition hall.
Mu Qian looked at the backs of the two of them and still just smiled.
Fang Miao was Mu Huaian's best friend during his lifetime and had an equally deep friendship with Rong Qingzi. When he went to New York for a business event, Rong Qingzi, as a friend, was there to congratulate him.
And as her biological niece, she should also come.
Fang Miao, who was standing at the door to receive guests, saw the mother and daughter coming in one after another, and immediately laughed, "You two beauties actually appeared at the same time. Are you planning to steal all the limelight of my art exhibition?"
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Rong Qingzi didn't even look at Mu Qian, she just said, "I'll take a look around and then leave. Anyway, it's the dignitaries who come to your art exhibition, so I'm not the only one."
"Okay, okay." Fang Miao has always understood her personality, "You can show your face, I already feel very happy."
Rong Qingzi didn't say much to him, took her male companion's arm and walked into the exhibition hall.
Mu Qian then stepped forward and said, "Uncle Fang, congratulations."
Fang Miao looked at her, sighed slightly, and said, "I haven't seen you for a few years, and you've grown so big."
"But Uncle Fang is still very young and his creative power is still so strong!" Mu Qian said.
Fang Miao ignored her flattery and asked, "What about you? Are you still painting now?"
"I stopped painting a long time ago!" Mu Qian said, "I didn't inherit my father's talent!"
When Mu Huaian was mentioned, both of them were silent for a moment, and then Fang Miao said: "Your father left too early, otherwise he should have been above me."
Mu Qian paused, smiled slightly, and said, "No matter what, I have to thank Uncle Fang."
In the exhibition hall, Rong Qingzi held her male companion's arm and looked at the more than thirty paintings on display, without stopping in front of any painting.
Until she turned a corner, a picture of peonies suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and Rong Qingzi stopped in her tracks.
On the simply outlined branches and leaves, two red peonies bloom in full bloom, creating a dazzling beauty in the beauty of the sky and the country.
Rong Qingzi's eyes stayed on the painting without moving for a long time.
The male companion next to me didn't understand painting, so he asked, "Is this painting good?"
"Of course." Mu Qian's voice came from behind, full of pride and nostalgia, "This is a painting by my father. It is the most beautiful peony in the world."
Rong Qingzi's male companion heard this and looked at Mu Qian in surprise.
However, Rong Qingzi suddenly turned around, raised her hand and slapped Mu Qian hard on the face.