But she could only bite her teeth hard and follow, for she couldn’t be so impulsive, otherwise the enemy wouldn’t have to be defeated, and she would first be imprisoned.
The weather was gloomy, and on New Year’s Eve, it was destined to snow, perhaps starting by the afternoon.
When Qin Haiming arrived at the cemetery, he was also shocked and couldn’t calm down for a long time.
"Will you find out who did all this?"
Qin Mu turned to look at him, her eyes utterly cold, as she could only hold herself back from accusing and scolding him.
Qin Haiming promised, but he couldn’t help but lower his head to look at the broken tombstone again.
How carelessly must this tombstone have been made to break so easily?
Or how much hatred must that person have to smash her mother’s tombstone?
"You also have to repair my mother’s tombstone."
Qin Mu looked at him again, clasping her hands tightly before crying, reminding him.
She was trembling, Qin Haiming could see it.
"Don’t say anything else, I’m waiting for your results."
Qin Mu shook her head, disregarding the pain on his face as she didn’t believe him, thinking he was pretending, then turned and walked away.
But after just a few steps, she turned back, her sharp eyes watching the man who was still looking at her: did Qin Mingzhu come home last night?
Qin Haiming was about to answer that Qin Mingzhu had come home, but then he paused in thought.
Qin Mu could guess from his expression and suppressed a breath, forcing out the words: if she did it, if you cover for her, then I will settle things with her personally, and between the two daughters, you can only choose one. You abandoned me once over a decade ago, I don’t mind if you abandon me again.
Tears drift away as she turned, not knowing where they went.
Afterward, Qin Haiming crouched alone there, in front of the shattered tombstone, took off the leather gloves he was wearing, and gently swept the dust from the surface.
That black and white photo, the woman’s face, was again so clearly presented before him.
It’s just that because it was broken, every time he thought of what Qin Mu’s mother used to be like, his heart would tremble with hatred, as if a mountain weighed upon it.
He never expected that someone would come to smash her tombstone.
He suddenly remembered Qin Mu’s question and his brow furrowed unintentionally again.
He didn’t believe that his younger daughter had the audacity. He had said that without his permission, no one should touch the tombstone, not even a little bit.
Qin Mu wanted an explanation from him. In fact, rather than giving Qin Mu an explanation, he actually wanted to give one to this woman even more.
For over a decade, he owed her an explanation.
Of course, he also owed Qin Mu one, but he felt that what he owed Qin Mu could still be returned, but what he owed the woman before him seems too long overdue, long past due for redemption.
After Qin Mu came back, she didn’t say anything, nor did she have the chance to.
Because sitting at home were the Jing Family’s old master and Jing Qing.
The old master was probably there to catch up with an old friend, and Jing Qing naturally had many reasons to come.
Yet the grandfather and granddaughter duo looked too displeased to see her.
But Qin Mu went up to them resolutely: Old Master Jing!
The Jing Family’s old master ignored her, but the Mu Family’s old master said to Qin Mu: You’re back!
Mu Qingxin, seeing the redness around her eyes, obviously cried before, stood up: Qin Mu, take me upstairs, I’m a bit tired.
Qin Mu looked at her and understood implicitly.
Jing Qing watched silently as the aunt and niece went upstairs, wondering why Mu Qingxin suddenly had such a good relationship with Qin Mu, suspicion creeping into her eyes.
"This girl has become particularly delicate after getting pregnant, Uncle have some tea."
Mu Zihao spoke a few words to quickly move past the topic.
"It’s appropriate to be delicate when pregnant, especially since Qingxin has the means, but what about that girl from the Qin Family, why is she wearing a mourning face as if she’s very unhappy during the New Year?"
The old Jing master said slowly, brushing his traditional gown.
Jing Qing gently pressed the old master’s hand: Grandfather, how can you talk like that in front of Grandfather Mu?
"Hmph! Your Grandfather Mu is back and you should be telling him your grievances, why are you afraid I’ll talk too much? Didn’t you always say that your Grandfather Mu doted on you more than your own grandfather? Why the estrangement now?"
The old Jing master spoke.
"Grievances? Who dares to let Jing girl suffer? Is it Yichen? Tell me what’s the matter, and I’ll settle the account with that boy."