Mu Qian stood up and sat quietly on the bed for a while before her consciousness gradually returned.
In the past two days, everything that happened yesterday was reorganized and gathered in my mind bit by bit, and finally formed a gradually clearer context.
Mu Qian sat for a long time and finally got up and got out of bed.
As soon as he opened the door, he met Huo Jinxi who had just walked to the stairs.
"Good morning." Mu Qian saw him, leaned against the door and greeted with a smile.
Huo Jinxi was originally going downstairs. When he saw her, he turned and walked in front of her. He raised his hand and tucked a strand of hair from her temples behind her ear, "Did you sleep well last night?"
"Very good." Mu Qian replied, then raised her eyes to look at him, "But why don't you sleep with me?"
Huo Jinxi stared at her quietly for a moment, and Mu Qian met his gaze with provocation in her eyes.
After one night, she really recovered as before, faster than he expected.
"If you have any opinions, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future." Huo Jinxi replied calmly.
Mu Qian suddenly stretched out her hand and hugged him, smiling: "Then I'm really looking forward to it!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the door to Mr. Huo's room next door suddenly opened. With two low coughs, the old man appeared at the door and glanced in their direction.
Mu Qian was not ashamed, slowly let go of her hand, and then called out: "Grandpa."
Mr. Huo seemed quite pleased with her state this morning. He paused for a moment and then said, "Should we talk about your mother's affairs now or later?"
After hearing this, Mu Qian looked at Huo Jinxi, and then said, "Is it complicated?"
Mr. Huo shook his head.
The thing was said calmly by Qingzi, and it was actually very simple.
In a word, Mu Huai'an has always hidden another person in his heart, that is, the painting of jasmine.
When Mu Huaian was alive, he hid it very well. She could pretend not to know, but after Mu Huaian died, this direction gradually became clearer.
And this fact is the eternal pain in Rong Qingzi's heart.
For so many years, she has been brooding over this matter and has always been unwilling to do so.
The words spoken were nothing more than a few sentences, and the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle.
To the observer, it is always someone else’s story;
What kind of heart-wrenching pain is it for those involved?
"Because my father's blood is flowing in my body, so she also hates me?" After hearing Mr. Huo's story, Mu Qian asked with a smile.
Mr. Huo did not answer her question, but just said: "I think after yesterday, your mother should have given up."
Mu Qian couldn't help but be slightly startled: "Huh?"
"Yesterday, Jiang Taihe proposed to your mother, and your mother agreed."
This was something Mu Qian didn't expect, "Proposal?"
"Jiang Taihe is also a junior that I watched grow up, and he is a good man. He liked your mother when he was young. This time your mother came back, they have been dating for a while. He really likes your mother, and he must
It will be good to your mother." Mr. Huo sighed slightly and said, "If Qingzi can really find her true destination, it will be considered a success."
After Mr. Huo finished speaking, he sighed softly and then walked downstairs.
Mu Qian was still standing at the top of the stairs, thinking a little absentmindedly about this unexpected marriage.
"Unhappy?" Huo Jinxi asked in a low voice.
Mu Qian chuckled lightly, "It doesn't matter if I am happy or not, as long as she is happy. But, do you think she is really happy?"
Huo Jinxi looked at her quietly without answering.
Mu Qian obviously had no intention of listening to his answer, because she already had the answer in her heart.
"She is not really happy, nor has she given up." She whispered, "She is completely sad and has given up... She will not even be willing to give up anymore."
And this series of changes are all because of yesterday's painting.
After breakfast, Mu Qian saw Huo Jinxi off at work and went out herself.
She came directly to Meng Linsheng's company without making an appointment to find him.
Maybe she was lucky, or maybe Meng Linsheng gave her some preferential treatment. Two hours later, she met Meng Linsheng who had just finished an important meeting.
Meng Linsheng was obviously a little surprised by her arrival, "Why did you come here without saying anything?"
Mu Qian sat in the chair opposite him and smiled slightly, "This way we can see the real atmosphere in Mr. Meng's company."
"Did that disappoint you?" Meng Linsheng asked.
Mu Qian shrugged, "So far, it looks pretty good."
"But it still won't arouse your desire to come to work." Meng Linsheng summed it up for her concisely, and then said with a smile, "Let's get down to business."
Mu Qian looked at him for a moment, then nodded, "I came here to ask, was it intentional or a coincidence that Mr. Meng sent me the jasmine picture?"
After Meng Linsheng heard this, he paused slightly and said, "I don't quite understand what you mean by this question?"
"I'm just targeting that jasmine picture." Mu Qian said.
After hearing this, Meng Linsheng seemed to understand something. After a pause, he replied somewhat carefully: "That painting is indeed what I wanted to give to you. I have carefully inquired and studied your father's creations, and he
There are actually a lot of paintings living abroad, but it seems inappropriate if I buy them all and give them to you. It just so happens that this jasmine painting is said to be unique in his creative career. I want to use this painting as a gift to completely
To show my sincerity, I chose this one."
"That's it?" Mu Qian asked.
Meng Linsheng seemed a little confused by her question, but still smiled and nodded slowly, "I promise, that's all."
Mu Qian listened and nodded, and then said: "Then can you tell me how you got this painting? I want to know who the collector of this painting is."
"Of course." Meng Linsheng said, "I happened to buy this painting from a friend. As far as I know, he also bought it from someone else. The origin is definitely not traceable. If you
If you want to know who originally owned this painting, I should be able to help you find it."
Mu Qian listened and smiled slightly, "When?"
Meng Linsheng was startled for a moment when he heard this, and then he laughed, "In a hurry?"
"Very urgent."
"Okay." Meng Linsheng said, "Give me some time."
Mu Qian breathed out slightly, "Thank you."
Meng Linsheng quickly called his friend, and Mu Qian took advantage of the time to wait for the news and walked to Yao Qi's office to sit for a while.
After visiting Yao Qi's office and chatting briefly for a while, she received a call from Meng Linsheng.
So Mu Qian immediately returned to Meng Linsheng's office, and Meng Linsheng, who had already found out the results, suddenly looked at her in a subtle and complicated way.
"What's wrong?" Mu Qian asked, "Is the result shocking?"
"No." Meng Linsheng said slowly, "It's just a coincidence."
Mu Qian sat calmly, waiting for his answer with peace of mind.
"The original owner of this painting is named Sheng Lin." Meng Linsheng looked at her and said, "Sheng Lin is Lu Yuan's biological mother."