Mr. Meng was persuasive: "You can't blame grandpa. Your parents are dead. It's for your own good that he doesn't let you check."
Grandpa could control her three brothers, but he couldn't control her.
Mu Qing took a deep breath and raised her eyes, which were still bright and unswerving: "I am a very paranoid person. I will not change who I believe in, and I must do what I believe in."
Mr. Meng took a deep breath. He knew Mu Qing's abilities. She was indeed very talented in scientific research. She could learn anything quickly and easily. Even if it was music she didn't like, she could find a different path.
Mu Qing liked to stay with her parents when she was young. Perhaps it was because of her subtle influence, or because she was gifted. She could tirelessly read several coding programs that her brothers didn't like. Her talent was amazing, but she also had a stubborn personality.
Mr. Meng shook his head helplessly: "I asked you to learn music because I wanted to reassure you, but in the end, you were shaken by the weight."
Mu Qing allowed Mr. Meng to lecture.
"You took charge of the MS Research Institute. If you don't go home, you won't go home. Now there is an explosion in the MS Research Institute. Your grandfather and your brothers are going crazy. You play house in Haicheng and become
The Shen family is rich."
Mu Qing said decisively without any hesitation: "I have my plan."
"I know! But as your grandfather said, what he wants is for you to be safe and smooth. If you insist on facing the darkness, then you have to put yourself in the darkness, and he will not take action."
Mu Qing was a little distracted and said, "I didn't expect him to take action."
Mu Qing never understood why her grandfather didn't let her take revenge.
It is clear that grandpa was the main talker in the alliances of the major wealthy families in the imperial capital in the past, which shows his abilities, methods, and background.
But he disbanded the alliance ten years ago, hiding himself from the world and preventing anyone from prying into it.
She had complained and hated her grandfather before, so why wasn't she allowed to take revenge?
Grandpa said that only when you are so powerful that people cannot ignore you and dare not ignore you, will you be qualified to take revenge.
Now that she has attracted the attention of those people, how could she let go.
Mr. Meng lowered his tone and said, "You two really have the same temper and are competing with each other! Anyway, I have conveyed everything that needs to be conveyed, and you can take care of the rest."
Mu Qing looked gloomy: "If Mr. Meng is okay, I will leave."
If the reflection of the elevator was clearer, Mu Qing should have been able to see that her expression at this moment was completely different from her usual unruly and wild appearance.
Mu Qing didn't know why, but she felt a little depressed. She suddenly wanted to hear Jing Yuan's voice, and even wanted to see him. She called her and asked, "What is brother doing?"
Jing Yuan said briefly: "It's a meeting."
At this time, Jing Yuan was sitting in the main seat in the large conference room, listening to the reports from the heads of various departments. When the call came, the meeting place was completely silent.
The frightened reporting work got a chance to breathe because of a phone call, but I was also curious that Mr. Jing never answered the phone during meetings, but he actually answered it?
Nanfeng on the side had an expression of not being surprised. How many times have I made exceptions?
Mu Qing said in a strange way: "Brother, can you come and pick me up?"
After finishing speaking, Mu Qing realized that Jing Yuan said that he was in a meeting, and Mu Qing didn't know what was going on and said such words.
I was about to say something like 'forget it'.
Jing Yuan could tell that something was wrong with Mu Qing's mood, and said slowly in Mu Qing's unusually familiar magnetic tone: "Where are you."
Jingyuan didn't seem to realize that Mu Qing actually responded to Mu Qing's request.
Mu Qing returned to her usual tone and said with a playful smile: "In your heart."
She was just using her reputation as the daughter of the Shen family. The person who was supposed to be engaged to Jing Yuan was the one who died in a car accident in Yougu Mountain.
What's more, she approached Jing Yuan because she thought it was suspicious that he appeared in Yougu Mountain, but now she felt something was wrong.
When she hung up the phone, Mu Qing had already walked out of the White Horse Club and was sitting under the steps of the back door, leaning against a pillar. Her eyes had lost their former glory and were in a haze.
Jing Yuan looked at the interrupted call, frowned slightly and said, "Nanfeng, check where Mu Qing is now, and the meeting has been cancelled."
Nanfeng was surprised: "Sister Hongye is back today, aren't we going to pick her up?"
Jing Yuan's cold eyes came to him: "Is she a three-year-old child?"
Nan Feng chuckled, Mu Qing is not a three-year-old child.
Nanfeng followed Jingyuan and left the conference room on Hot Wheels, leaving the supervisor looking at each other.
Not only did he answer the phone, he also canceled the meeting. Did the sun come out in the west today?
Mr. Jing has not come to the branch for ten thousand years. Every time he has a conference call, he fires a group of people who do nothing. Nothing happened today.
People in the conference room murmured after Mr. Jing left: "I want to burn incense for the person who made the call. It's really a blessing from the Bodhisattva."
"The caller is not dead yet, so why burn incense?"
"Why do you think the phone call is so urgent?"
"It must be a major matter for the head office. When did our Mr. Jing become concerned about personal matters?"
"What a stoic old man he is."
"There are no scandals at all, not for women... but not for men either."
The bustle of the conference room and Mu Qing's solitary presence were in stark contrast.
Mu Qing didn't know how long she sat there. She looked at the gloomy sky and her mood seemed to be infected. It was probably going to rain.
Perhaps after sitting for too long, Mu Qing felt that her vision was blurry when she stood up, as if someone had taken off her glasses, and everything in front of her eyes was foggy and hazy.
Mu Qing's figure was shaky and she fell forward suddenly. What greeted her was not the cold ground but a long-lost but familiar hug.
"Qingqing, wake up, Qingqing...she has a fever...go to my room to rest, and find my personal doctor, quickly!"
The voice was ethereal and unreal. Who was speaking in her ear, who made her feel safe?
Feeling safe?
She has no sense of security since she saw her parents being killed. She wants to kill her enemies and wake up from the bloody nightmare, but her grandfather won't let her, and even her three brothers don't support her.
She directly moved the MS Research Institute to the vicinity of Yougu Mountain and cut off contact with her family, but she found a sense of security in a person she had met for less than a year.
Even if there was only a glimmer of light, it would be enough for her to take off the sharp hallucinations in her dream.
At this time, the Jing family in Haicheng was busier than usual. Many cars came to the deserted villa. Those who didn't know it thought the Jing family was having a party.
As a result, I saw doctors in white coats and holding instruments rushing in.
"Have you seen anything?" Jing Yuan was inexplicably irritated.
After a round of examination, the doctor said: "There is nothing serious about Mr. Jing. He has a fever caused by a cold. I will prescribe some medicine and rest for a few days and he will be fine."
"Yes, it will be great if we take action to ensure that the medicine will cure the disease."
"It's rare to see Master Jing care so much about a little girl. We just have to do our best."
The doctor kept chattering, and the doctor in a white mantle standing at the outermost corner whispered: "Stagnation of liver qi, slippery symptoms of the right Guan pulse, poor transportation of the spleen and stomach... This child is afraid that he usually has a heavy mind."
Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes slow stewing. Although it is not as effective as Western medicine, it can fundamentally regulate the condition.
Are you worried? Master Jing looked at Mu Qing, who was sleeping with her eyes closed on the bed, as if there was a solemn aura surrounding her eyebrows in her sleep.
If it was just a small Shen family that turned into clouds and rain for Mu Qing, then where did she put her thoughts?