Jing Qing felt somewhat provoked.
"If you don’t, then when Mu Yichen turns his face, I’m afraid ten Jing Fengs won’t be able to redeem it. You would completely lose this friend, or perhaps never be able to meet again. The power is in your own hands."
Qin Mu was somewhat serious, but very composed and steady.
"What right do you have to lecture me?"
After hearing those words, Jing Qing was even more infuriated, her breathing trembled with anger. She had never allowed anyone to question her, but now...
"I have no right to lecture you, I’m just reminding you. This is the first time, and it will be the last."
As Qin Mu spoke, she looked up at Jing Qing, and seeing Jing Qing about to explode with anger, she turned and walked away.
And Jing Qing, after she turned and stepped out of the restroom, clutched her own arms, leaned against the washbasin, and stretched her neck out with effort.
Later, the manager came up to her: Miss Qin, the president is waiting for you downstairs.
Qin Mu was chatting with Wen Runuan and a rather demure girl. Hearing this, the two women immediately said to her, "Go ahead! There’s nothing fun here anyway."
Well, that young master Yang had vanished a long time ago. Qin Mu knew there was no need to say goodbye to the host, so she followed the manager downstairs.
But downstairs, she ran into young master Yang, who was drinking in the same private room with Mu Yi.
And moreover, it was President Mu who sat in the most important position, while young master Yang, despite his triumphant return, still sat below him.
After Qin Mu entered, she gave an awkward smile and unconsciously asked, "What’s happening here?"
Huanhuan, who was standing by the sofa playing, turned immediately upon hearing her mother’s voice. Once she confirmed it was her mother, she ran to her.
Qin Mu lowered her head to watch Huanhuan approach, then scooped her up and walked over to the seat that young master Yang had pulled out for her.
Qin Mu’s heart skipped a beat, but she could only smile gracefully and say, "Thank you!"
"Sister-in-law, you’re too polite!"
Young master Yang said with a smile, and only returned to his seat after she had sat down holding Huanhuan.
Qin Mu looked at the two of them: "You two knew each other from before?"
"Yichen was my senior. I even played basketball with him before."
"I just found out he was back too. Coincidentally, when you said you were attending a party here, I called him to come over for a drink. I didn’t expect that the party you attended was hosted by that same young master Yang."
"Little sister-in-law, I truly apologize. Please don’t take it to heart."
Yang Ming apologized to her in a manner that was more like a normal person.
Qin Mu could only smile in return.
"The other day, it was Jing Qing who called me to your studio. She promised that if I did that thing for her, she wouldn’t trouble me about our date. She said you would seize any opportunity to make money, who would’ve known you’d reject it so directly - which is why I had to organize this party today. It was actually just for my parents to see ambiguous photos of me and Jing Qing."
"They say a woman three years older is a golden treasure; you might try it."
"Little sister-in-law, don’t joke with me about that. Not to mention her personality, her heart already belongs to someone else."
Yang Ming said, and he glanced at Mu Yi unconsciously, his smile turning awkward.
Qin Mu also looked up at Mu Yi, suddenly remembering the girls mentioning Jing Qing had an abortion because of him.
Damnit, when would such rumors ever stop?
Or would they never cease?
That night after Qin Mu put Huanhuan to sleep, she returned to her room and asked, "Is this Yang Ming’s family very powerful?"
"Yes, his grandfather and maternal grandfather were both very influential upstairs. Even though they’re retired now, their networks are still intact."
Hearing this, Qin Mu couldn’t help but nod her head, walked over to his side, and sat on the bed before carelessly throwing herself into his arms.
Mu Yichen raised his hand to gently stroke her hair as he too gazed at the light in that spot.
"This young master, he has multiple personas. He’s one person in front of me, another at social gatherings, and yet another in your presence."
Qin Mu said, looking up at Mu Yichen.
"Do you think it’s just you who has a singular persona?"
"Isn’t it? At most, dual personas."
"Fool, everyone has many sides."
Mu Yichen said, as if he was a teacher talking to his student, and Qin Mu couldn’t help but become fascinated by the teacher giving her a lesson.
She watched him uncontrollably.
Qin Mu suddenly thought, you, President Mu, are probably the one with the most personas.
"Me? Don’t you know already?"