Qin Mu ultimately did not attend the party, but the hotel sent over a bottle of fine red wine, with the manager personally providing service.
Qin Haiming had given her a heads-up; this banquet was attended by Zhang Rujia alongside father and daughter, so when she learned about the situation, she wasn’t surprised at all.
Qin Mu continued to quietly design her fashion, also completing the several outfits prepared for Li Yu. That day, when Li Yu returned from out of town, he went straight to the studio, holding only a pot of grass in his hand.
"An old man was selling them by the roadside. I felt he was having a tough time, so I bought a pot and I’ll give it to you. I’m not suited to take care of these little things."
Qin Mu didn’t say anything else; the pot of flowers was placed in a corner of her office desk.
Li Yu sat down and lit a cigarette: "Is it really made by you? You know that every piece of clothing you personally make always brings me good luck."
Qin Mu laughed softly, giving him a glance: I didn’t know I had the ability to bring people good fortune.
Li Yu took a puff of smoke, his devilish gaze peering at her through the clouds of smoke.
Qin Mu looked down, and soon Xiaomei brought the clothes up from downstairs, standing at the doorway asking, "Shall we go try them on now?"
Li Yu looked toward the door, then stood up, cigarette in hand, and walked out.
Xiaomei guided him to the changing room, while Qin Mu sat behind her office desk continuously gazing at the pot of green plant. Later, out of curiosity about its name, she searched on Baidu and found that it was called Lucky Bamboo.
Qin Mu also checked the price, then started watering it every day with peace of mind.
A few days later, the Lucky Bamboo died!
The day Qin Mu discovered her Lucky Bamboo had died in the studio, her mood crumbled. She had taken such good care of it and even specially changed it into a flawless, pretty little white pot.
Qin Mu went to see Helian Hao, who couldn’t help but laugh after hearing it: Li Yu really overestimated you, thinking that if you can design clothes, you can take care of plants? If he knew you can’t even cook, he’d probably look at you differently.
"But speaking of which, this Li Yu is quite attentive, isn’t he?"
Helian Hao said, looking at Qin Mu with great interest.
Qin Mu sat on the sofa at her place, so frustrated that she almost couldn’t eat: "Don’t overthink it. I’ve already made it clear to him, if every man who comes to me for designing clothes looks at me twice or gives me a little something is interested in me, huh! I wouldn’t believe it myself."
"Hmm! Or maybe he just wants a hookup."
Helian Hao spoke softly because she saw her mother-in-law coming from the kitchen after she started speaking, so she kept her voice down.
Qin Mu was startled by those words.
"What are you two whispering about? Afraid that I might hear?"
Helian Hao’s mother-in-law brought out some fruit from the kitchen and placed it in front of them: "Mumu, you should come and visit our house more often. Recently, those two men have been busy, and just the two of us at home taking care of the children is also boring. Come over more often to make the house a bit more lively."
Although Qin Mu felt it was improper, she still nodded and agreed.
Helian Hao of course knew that Qin Mu could not come over often. The grudge between the Jing Family and Qin Mu seemed to be in the past, but some things are impossible to act as if they were never seen.
"What’s your son’s name again?"
Qin Mu responded, smiling helplessly as she saw Mrs. Jing earnestly memorizing the name, and then added: His sister is named Mu Chenghuan.
"When did Huanhuan change her surname?"
After Qin Mu moved into Mu Mansion, Feng Fanghua mentioned it to her, and she went to change it the next day.
"Surprised, aren’t you? You thought the daughter was going to have your last name, but in the end, she followed the surname of the Mu family."
Helian Hao winked at her.
In response, Qin Mu sighed helplessly: "It’s all fine, after all, my mother’s last name is also Mu."
She might as well take her mother’s surname; Qin Mu actually felt much more at ease with the surname Mu than with the surname Qin.
She will not want the surname Qin in her next life.
Mrs. Jing’s expression turned a bit unnatural as she heard Qin Mu talk about her mother; she knew Qin Mu must still be harboring hard feelings about that matter. At that time, she really had no choice but to take that pocket watch to coerce get Qin Mu to release Jing Qing, though it was actually a plea.
But Qin Mu clearly didn’t understand her inner turmoil, and Mrs. Jing slowly stood up: You two continue talking, I will go to the kitchen to prepare lunch for you.
"Mrs. Jing, there’s no need to trouble yourself, I have a meeting with a client soon, and I will have to leave shortly."