Rong Qingzi had already burst into tears uncontrollably, but when she heard Mu Qian's last words, she suddenly looked at her.
There was a fragmented scene in front of him, and Mu Qian's face was blurry. Only those eyes showed regret, regret, and unspeakable pain.
"What did you say?" Rong Qingzi said, trembling slightly.
Mu Qian still tried hard to hold her hand, "I thought at first that my father must have betrayed you and deceived you. I should be his and Sheng Lin's daughter..."
Upon hearing this, Rong Qingzi suddenly grabbed Mu Qian's hand with her backhand.
Mu Qian smiled softly, and then stretched out his hand to cover the back of her hand, "So today, I went to do a genetic test with Lu Yuan. Lu Yuan, do you know? The daughter of Lu Yuchuan and Sheng Lin...
"
Rong Qingzi didn't speak, she just looked at Mu Qian, her tears still flowing down uncontrollably.
"Mom." Mu Qian called her again before continuing, "I don't know what made you think that dad betrayed you and deceived you. But I want to tell you that the results of Lu Yuan and I's appraisal are
The relationship between all compatriots.”
Full sibling relationship, that is, same father and same mother.
She and Lu Yuan are not half-fathers or half-mothers. They are biological sisters who are as close as they can be, sharing the same father and mother.
The moment she got this result, Mu Qian was unable to clean up her chaotic and confused mood. But in just a moment, she thought of Rong Qingzi.
When Rong Qingzi heard this result, her whole body froze, even tears stagnated in her eyes and stopped falling.
She opened her mouth and repeated the sentence tremblingly: "What did you say?"
"I was not born by you, and I was not born by my father." Mu Qian whispered, "He has not lied to you, he has not betrayed you..."
Rong Qingzi's body suddenly swayed, and the tears gathering in her eyes rolled down again.
This time, her vision finally became clear.
She looked at Mu Qian for a long time. After a long time, she slowly shook her head and murmured as if she was deceiving herself: "Impossible...impossible..."
From beginning to end, Mu Qian behaved very calmly, and his calmness was different from ordinary people.
"When I got this result, I thought it was impossible." Mu Qian spoke softly, even with a smile, "No matter what, one of the two people who raised me should be a biological child.
Mine, right? But no...Mom, Lu Yuan and Lu Yuchuan have done a paternity test, and she is really Lu Yuchuan's daughter."
In other words, she must be Lu Yuchuan's daughter.
Whether it was Rong Qingzi or Mu Huaian, they were all people who had no blood relationship with her.
The blood all over Rong Qingzi's body turned cold at that moment.
Mu Qian could clearly feel that the hand she was holding on Rong Qingzi was getting colder.
"Mom..." Mu Qian called her softly again.
After a long time, Rong Qingzi finally reacted, but she laughed.
She was smiling, but tears burst out unbridled once again.
"You are not his daughter...you are not his daughter..." she murmured and repeated, "he didn't lie to me, he didn't lie to me..."
Mu Qian was always silent, just holding her hand quietly and letting her emotions vent.
But Rong Qingzi smiled, but gradually cried.
Her crying once again attracted the attention of the people around her.
The restaurant staff had paid special attention to them since the previous slap. Seeing this, the manager hurriedly came forward to ask about the situation.
However, before the manager could approach, Wu Hao, the bodyguard who had been following Mu Qian, stepped forward and stopped him.
Not long after that, the guests in the restaurant were gradually politely asked to leave, and eventually even the staff were cleared out. Finally, only Rong Qingzi and Mu Qian were left.
Mu Qian seemed calm and peaceful, but in fact, she didn't even notice when people around her left her.
And Rong Qingzi had already cried so hard that she lost her mind.
As a person like her, she had always been loved by everyone, and the infinite tolerance and pampering she had received were all invisible at this moment.
In her world, there is clearly only one person.
A man who has been dead for more than ten years.
She laughed for him, cried for him, lived hard for him, and practiced herself for him.
She seemed to be the most carefree and unrestrained, but in fact, she was the one who tied herself up the tightest.
She tied herself tightly to a dead person, and only he could truly affect her emotions.
Mu Qian sat next to her, watching quietly as Rong Qingzi cried for a long time, and finally reached out and hugged her gently.
"Mom." She whispered, "How could Dad lie to you? 'Only peonies are the true national beauty'... Don't you still know what position you hold in Dad's heart?"
…
Late at night, in the hotel room, Rong Qingzi, who had been crying for a long time, finally regained her composure little by little.
Mu Qian always sat next to her, letting her cry for a long time without trying to persuade her.
After more than ten years of grievance and pain, she needed such a catharsis.
And, it's far from enough.
The moment the doorbell rang, Mu Qian came to her senses, stood up and walked to the door.
Opening the door, Wu Hao stood at the door and handed her a painting.
That is the peony placed in the center of the entrance of Huai'an Painting Hall. It is the most stunning and grand peony.
Mu Qian reached out and took it, then closed the door.
Wu Hao looked at the door that was gradually closing and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Mu Qian returned to the bedroom, walked to the bed, put the painting up, and placed it next to Rong Qingzi.
"Mom, I asked someone to bring this peony painting." Mu Qian said, "You haven't looked at this painting for many years. Now, I'm giving it back to you."
Rong Qingzi was lying on the bed with the quilt almost covering her head. After hearing Mu Qian's words, she slowly pulled down the quilt and looked at the painting in Mu Qian's hand.
With just one glance, tears blurred my vision again.
She slowly sat up, reached for the painting, put it in front of herself, and looked at it carefully.
He never liked to use heavy colors in painting, but only when painting peonies, he would use thick and full red.
How could she misunderstand such a sentiment?
"He and Sheng Lin have known each other since childhood..." When she spoke again, Rong Qingzi's voice was extremely hoarse, "Sheng Lin liked jasmine when she was young, and he would occasionally smear one on her randomly... Later, we followed him in Huai City
Sheng Lin reunited. At that time, he had begun to make a living from painting. Seeing Sheng Lin alone and pregnant, he painted a picture of jasmine flowers for her when he came back... I was jealous and forbade him to use flowers to paint other women.
So he never painted again... Since then, he painted me a peony every year... but I lost them all..."
As she spoke, tears kept falling on the glass of the picture frame. She reached out to wipe them, but she only wiped them more and more.
"They were not lost." Mu Qian said, "Those peony pictures were all found."
Hearing this, Rong Qingzi raised her head and looked at Mu Qian.
Mu Qian smiled slightly, "After the painting studio opened, Huo Jinxi found many paintings painted by his father, including seven peonies. After I took over, I found the remaining three paintings one after another. Now my father painted
The ten peony pictures are all in the collection room of the painting hall."
Rong Qingzi laughed while crying. After laughing, her tears became even more intense.
"Mom, Huai'an Painting Hall is running well, but you have never been here." Mu Qian said, "When will you come over? Let's reorganize dad's paintings together... There are many paintings, but dad doesn't have any."
Leave the date of painting. I was young at the time and can’t remember clearly. You must remember it. We can sort it out together and collect those paintings into a volume..."
Rong Qingzi looked at her quietly for a long time, but finally turned away again.
After a long time, she spoke again: "It's getting late, please go back...leave me alone for a while."
After a moment of silence, Mu Qian nodded slightly and just replied: "Okay."
After saying this word, she stood up and was about to turn around and leave when she suddenly stopped.
With a slight bow, Mu Qian took out the previous piece of jade from her handbag.
When she gave this jade to Rong Qingzi in the restaurant, Rong Qingzi did not really accept it. When she left, she took the jade back.
Mu Qian turned around and returned to the bed. Rong Qingzi looked at her again and happened to see the jade in her hand.
"Mom." Mu Qian said, "I picked this piece of jade because there are two peonies side by side on it. Although it is not comparable to the one painted by my father, this... can be regarded as my intention. Mom, I will give it to you.
I hope you will be happy with this piece of jade, so you must accept it."
She took Rong Qingzi's hand and slowly placed the piece of jade into Rong Qingzi's palm.
While doing this action, Mu Qian suddenly felt an inexplicable uneasiness in her heart.
Rong Qingzi had always rejected most of her advances.
But this time, after the piece of jade lay quietly in Rong Qingzi's palm for a few seconds, Rong Qingzi slowly closed her palm and held the piece of jade in her palm.
"I accepted it," she said.
Mu Qian was stunned for a moment, then she laughed softly, stretched out her hand, and gently tidied Rong Qingzi's hair that was stained by tears on her face.
Rong Qingzi didn't move, letting her sort it out for herself.
Mu Qian tidied it up bit by bit, took a tissue and wiped her tears, and then whispered to Rong Qingzi: "Mom, go to bed early and stop crying."
After saying this, Mu Qian stood up, turned and walked towards the door.
Rong Qingzi sat on the bed. It wasn't until Mu Qian's figure walked to the door that she raised her head and looked at Mu Qian's back.
Mu Qian opened the door, looked back at her, smiled, and walked out.
Rong Qingzi's gaze stayed on the slowly closing door and did not move for a long time.
Mu Qian didn't move again after leaving the door.
She just leaned against the closed door quietly, standing motionless with no expression on her face.
She had been smiling all night, and by now, her face was already a little stiff.