"Qin Mu, I need to speak with you alone. I know you’re unwilling, but if you refuse, I will die right in front of you!"
Zhang Rujia said as she dragged the knife across her neck, which could no longer hide the lines on it.
Qin Mu just felt that this woman, despite her age, really knew how to cause trouble, and couldn’t help but frown unconsciously.
"Are you sick or something?"
Xiaomei, frightened by her behavior, immediately shielded Qin Mu and turned to question her.
Qin Mu slightly turned to the side, gently cradling her own abdomen, "I can’t stand the sight of blood, so I’m going inside first!"
Zhang Rujia looked at her in shock, the knife still on her own neck.
"I said I’m going inside now! Oh right! There are a lot of security cameras here, so if you commit suicide, I won’t be held responsible at all!"
After Qin Mu finished, Xiaomei escorted her inside, trying hard to puff her cheeks to suppress a laugh.
Zhang Rujia watched Qin Mu’s retreating figure in disbelief, "You really are heartless! You’ve achieved your goal! Now that my family is ruined and I’m left with nothing, you’ve taken your revenge for your mother!"
Zhang Rujia’s tears fell in large drops from her eyes.
Qin Mu turned on the steps and looked back at her, "Your family is ruined, but no one has died! And the reason your family is ruined is entirely your own doing. ’What did my mother do wrong? She was frugal and clear about what she loved and hated. She only cared about her husband and daughter with all her heart. You don’t even deserve to be compared with my mother; you’re not even worthy of mentioning her. You’re nothing but a leech, whereas my mother was the warmest person in our family!’ You took her life so you might as well go ahead and die, just die!"
For some reason, Qin Mu, seeing the knife held to Zhang Rujia’s own neck and the small amount of blood that had accidentally been drawn, recalled the scene of her mother’s death in the car. She thought of the pool of fresh red blood in the snow, and the warmest person in her life who had left this world covered in wounds!
Qin Mu was even trembling, her teeth clenched as tears began to fall.
She indeed harbored hate, indeed her heart was cold!
Because she simply could not find any reason to feel mercy.
Startled by her sudden extreme outburst, Zhang Rujia gaped, speechless, her eyes wide as she stared at Qin Mu, her hand trembling as she held the knife.
Qin Mu glared fiercely at her face, suddenly feeling disgusted, and turned to stride towards the interior of the building.
The colleagues in the studio, after seeing Qin Mu leave, decided not to bother with Zhang Rujia anymore. Just as Zhang Rujia was dumbfounded, an old commercial vehicle drove up from a distance. It stopped, and several journalists with cameras, taking photos and holding microphones, rushed up to her.
Zhang Rujia, scared, stepped back several paces, and immediately removed the knife from her neck and hid it behind her.
"Madam, why are you here with a knife? Do you have any grudges with the people inside this studio?"
"Madam, could you please say a few words? Did someone inside cause any harm to your family?"
"Harm? Yes! Yes! It was her who ruined my family and left me with nowhere to go! It’s that woman named Qin Mu who’s to blame!"
"Ma’am, is this Qin Mu you’re talking about the same woman who has recently been revealed to be getting married to President Mu?"
Qin Mu watched from the office on the second floor through the glass screen as the media swarmed below and instructed Xiaomei at her side, "Bring me my phone!"
Xiaomei glanced at her and immediately went to fetch her phone from the desk.
This time she didn’t call anyone else. Although she was calm on the surface, she knew the situation was urgent inside.
"Zhang Rujia is down at the studio with a bunch of media, causing a stir. This piece must not get out!"
On the phone, Mu Yichen responded with just two words before hanging up.
Qin Mu then continued to watch the scene unfold below while holding her phone.
The knife discarded on the ground gleamed blindingly in the sunlight, while Zhang Rujia below pitifully answered questions from the media.
Qin Mu was actually curious; did Zhang Rujia arrange for these journalists to be there?
If everyone is the director of their own life, then Qin Mu couldn’t tell whether the scene below was prearranged by Zhang Rujia or not.
However, if this piece got out, it would probably be Qin Haiming who would be most affected.
If Zhang Rujia still had any desire to continue with Qin Haiming, how could she be so foolish?