After hearing this, Rong Qingzi's face couldn't help but change slightly. She frowned and looked at Mr. Huo, "Look at what you said. How happy you are in your little life here. You have a grandson, a granddaughter-in-law to accompany you, and a great-grandson.
...If you want to see me, I will come over just as soon as you give me a call. On ordinary days, I will not come and disturb your peace, so as not to bore you."
After hearing this, Mr. Huo couldn't help but pat the chair, "You just wanted to make me angry, didn't you?"
Before Rong Qingzi could answer, she suddenly heard footsteps on the stairs. She turned around and saw Huo Jinxi walking down the stairs holding Mu Qian's hand.
Mu Qian walked beside Huo Jinxi, glanced at Rong Qingzi from afar, quickly calmed down her mood, and tried to calm down before stepping forward.
When Huo Jinxi saw Rong Qingzi and Jiang Taihe sitting next to her, she didn't say hello, but nodded slightly.
Based on the relationship between Mu Qian and Rong Qingzi, before getting married, he could still call Rong Qingzi "Auntie" as he used to call her. After getting married, he really couldn't call Rong Qingzi "Mom" except when serving tea.
Mu Qian was as well-behaved as ever, smiling and calling: "Mom."
Rong Qingzi nodded lightly, with no expression on her face, and seemed to have no intention of introducing Jiang Taihe to her.
Mu Qian glanced at Jiang Taihe quietly, then introduced herself to him: "Hello, I am Mu Qian."
"Hello." Jiang Taihe smiled at her and nodded, "I am Jiang Taihe."
"I know you." Mu Qian said, "Mr. Jiang has a very successful business and is also a philanthropist."
"I don't dare to take it seriously." Jiang Taihe said, "In terms of success, how can he compare to Jin Xi?"
Mu Qian turned around and looked at Huo Jinxi, smiled faintly, and said nothing more.
During this breakfast, the atmosphere between Mu Qian and Rong Qingzi was still weird. However, fortunately, there were three men at the table. These three men held up most of the topics at the table, but they never stayed silent and seemed very special.
Hot.
Mu Qian was unusually silent, and even Mr. Huo noticed it, "Qian Qian, are you feeling unwell today?"
"No." Mu Qian replied. After a moment of pause, he suddenly stood up and said, "I have a call to make, so I'll go up first."
Huo Jinxi sat beside her, watching her movements without making any move.
This was not the original plan of the two.
She originally only had to sit quietly at the dining table, waiting for her aunt to take down the jasmine flower from upstairs.
But the current situation...she seemed to be shaken.
Mu Qian was indeed shaken.
Facing such a beautiful appearance, she suddenly felt that she could not show the painting in front of her to test her attitude.
This is not a temptation, this is simply a coercion.
Even if she no longer had any hope for Rong Qingzi, she didn't want to make such a threat.
Mu Qian turned around and prepared to go upstairs, but it was already too late.
Before she could reach the stairs, her aunt had already walked downstairs carrying her painting.
"Qianqian, didn't you say you were going to take this painting back to the painting hall?" Auntie said, "I told you not to forget it, and I left it lying around. I'll put it at the door for you."
Mu Qian hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Auntie, let me do it."
"Leave it alone." Auntie said, "It's not like I can't pick it up. Can I ask the driver to put it in the car directly?"
Mu Qian paused and said, "That's fine."
You don't need to pass the restaurant to get to the courtyard from here, and Rong Qingzi probably won't see this painting.
Mu Qian turned her head to look in the direction of Rong Qingzi, and sure enough she saw her eating with her head lowered and her eyes lowered, without even looking over here.
The aunt took the painting and walked straight towards the door, but Jiang Taihe said at this moment: "I heard that you run a painting studio. It seems that you are doing it very carefully?"
"Of course." Huo Jinxi replied, "The main collection is Mu Qian's father's paintings, that one too."
When Mu Qian heard this, she suddenly paused and raised her eyes to look at Huo Jinxi.
Huo Jinxi didn't look at her, as if he just said the most ordinary words.
Rong Qingzi's hand holding the cup suddenly tightened, but Jiang Taihe was obviously aroused by his words, "Can I take a look?"
Huo Jinxi then looked at Mu Qian, who was also looking at him.
The two looked at each other in silence for two seconds. Mu Qian finally accepted her fate and asked her aunt to take the painting to the dining table.
When the painting appeared in front of everyone, only Rong Qingzi did not raise her head until Jiang Taihe blurted out and praised: "What an elegant piece of jasmine."
After hearing these words, Rong Qingzi suddenly raised her head and stared at the painting. There was clearly a flash of shock and pain in her eyes.
In just a moment, the shock and pain in her eyes turned into anger.
She stood up suddenly and looked at Mu Qian almost angrily, "Where did you find this painting?"
Mu Qian stared at her quietly for a moment before slowly replying: "A friend brought it back from abroad."
She thought Rong Qingzi would say something else, but Rong Qingzi's lips moved again and again, but she never made another sound.
She looked at the painting, and the blood on her face gradually faded away. The blood rushed into her eyes, and she saw another scene -
Blood filled her eyes, so that her eyes became extremely scary. After being quiet for a moment, she suddenly pulled up her chair and walked quickly to Mu Qian, raising her hand and preparing to hit Mu Qian.
Huo Jinxi pinched her wrist and stopped her from slapping her.
"What did she do wrong?" Huo Jinxi said in a cold voice, "You're going to hit her when you say you're going to hit her?"
Rong Qingzi did not answer, she just looked at Mu Qian, looking at Mu Qian with such eyes, as if there was a deep hatred across a sea of blood.
Mu Qian stood still, but Jiang Taihe and Mr. Huo both stood up at the same time, trying to hold and comfort Rong Qingzi.
Rong Qingzi was protected in Jiang Taihe's arms. Jiang Taihe whispered something to her, but she couldn't hear a word. Her mind was just buzzing, and all she could see were Mu Qian and the jasmine flower - like needles.
, stuck straight into her eyes.
Finally, Rong Qingzi closed her eyes uncontrollably, broke free from all the restraints, and strode out.
This sudden situation made Jiang Taihe a little confused, but after all, he was a person accustomed to big scenes. He quickly came to his senses, said goodbye to Mr. Huo, and hurriedly followed Rong Qingzi.
Mu Qian was left standing in front of the painting, her whole body cold and her breathing tight.
Huo Jinxi took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and took her into his arms.
Mr. Huo frowned and looked at the two people, "What are you two doing?"
Mu Qian slowly raised her head and looked at Huo Jinxi, "Huo Jinxi, I shouldn't have done this, I shouldn't have done this... Do you see how desperate she is?"
"If this is the crux of her problem all along..." Huo Jinxi said, "You are helping her get rid of it."
Mu Qian listened and remained silent for a long time.
Mr. Huo couldn't help leaning on the crutch, "What on earth are you doing? Why don't you explain it to me clearly?"
Mu Qian was quiet for a moment, and then finally reached out to hold Mr. Huo's hand.
"Grandpa," she said, "the only thing my mother may still listen to is your words. If my father has really done something to hurt her, can you persuade her not to cling to the past?"
…
On this day, Mu Qian did not leave home, but Mr. Huo went out to meet Rong Qingzi in the afternoon.
Mu Qian didn't know whether he had seen Rong Qingzi, or what the outcome would be if he went to see her. She thought a lot, but never came up with a result.
When Huo Jinxi returned home in the evening, Mu Qian was soaking herself in the bathtub.
It's not just a bath, but the whole body and head are immersed in the water.
Huo Jinxi opened the bathroom door and saw her like this. He slowly stepped forward and pulled her up from the water.
Mu Qian sat up from the water with a "splash" and reached out to brush away the water stains on her face, but she still just sat in the bathtub without moving.
"Grandpa hasn't come back yet?" Huo Jinxi asked.
Mu Qian nodded.
"what are you worried about?"
Mu Qian's hair was dripping wet, but she didn't care. After a moment of silence, she said again: "I'm not worried about anything, I just have a lot of things I can't figure out."
Mu Qian didn't know how to describe this feeling.
It was like there were countless threads entangled in her mind, intertwined with each other, but she could never figure out a clue.
If these threads are compared to balls of thread, before that, it was just a small ball of thread in her mind. Now, the ball of thread is getting bigger and bigger and more complicated. However, many times, she
I can't even figure out what threads this ball of thread is made of.
Thinking of this, Mu Qian suddenly raised her eyes and glanced at him, "Huo Jinxi, what should I do? After marrying you, I seem to be failing more and more..."
After hearing this, Huo Jinxi took a deep look at her, then stood up, took a bath towel, wrapped her in it, took her out of the bathtub, and put her on the bed.
"I'm glad that there are people or things in this world that can affect your emotions." Huo Jinxi said, "But to Mu Qian today, what does such a short-term loss of emotional control mean?"
After hearing this, Mu Qian suddenly looked deeply at Huo Jinxi.
Huo Jinxi didn't say anything more, he just took a towel and wiped the moisture from her hair bit by bit.
His movements were so gentle... Mu Qian thought, once upon a time, had she ever expected such a gentle Huo Jinxi?
The Huo Jinxi in front of him seemed fake and unreal, but his reason and decisiveness were so clear and clear.
It's clearly him, yet it seems like it's not him.
But she was too tired and her brain could no longer handle such a complex problem, so she simply gave up.
As Huo Jinxi said, what does a temporary loss of emotional control mean to her?
When she woke up, she was still the same Mu Qian who had no worries and was moving forward without any worries.
Under Huo Jinxi's gentle wiping action, Mu Qian slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.
She slept extremely peacefully this night, and when she opened her eyes again at dawn, her mind went blank.
The room was very quiet and the light was dim and hazy, but she could still clearly perceive that she was the only one in the room last night.