"Yeah, I’ve never liked her. It feels like she’s always acting!" Mu Chienchien nodded in agreement.
Qin Qin looked towards where Jing Zhiyue was, her eyes darkening, a purple hue emerging in her irises as the blurred scene made Qin Qin frown.
She actually couldn’t see through Jing Zhiyue. Was it because Jing Zhiyue was also related to her? Good, very good!
"Qin Qin, this tie is nice, but I think it’s still missing something!" Mu Chienchien’s words made Qin Qin withdraw her gaze.
"Missing something?!" What else could be missing?
"Here’s a gift you bought yourself, so of course there should be a cake you made by hand too!" Mu Chienchien said as she wiped her mouth.
A cake?! Of course, she knew people here ate cake for birthdays, but her making one, cough cough, would be quite problematic.
"I can’t do anything." She had never even set foot in the kitchen; how could she possibly make such things.
"You can’t, find someone to teach you then. Let’s find a cake master to instruct you."
Qin Qin nodded. Actually, making a cake for Mo Yunchen didn’t seem like a bad idea.
Having made up her mind, Mu Chienchien waved her hand to pay the bill, and the two of them got up, ready to leave the restaurant. Meanwhile, Jing Zhiyue and Lin Tianya had just finished their meal. Seeing the two, Lin Tianya’s originally smiling face instantly turned somber, while Jing Zhiyue’s beautiful and clear features held a shallow smile, "Miss Qin, what a coincidence!"
Qin Qin responded to Jing Zhiyue with a charming smile, brilliantly bright, "Miss Jing, it is indeed a coincidence!"
Such a coincidence that they had come to the same world—what a remarkable coincidence.
The thoughts in Qin Qin’s mind were unheard by anyone. Jing Zhiyue pretended to smile, completely oblivious to the meaning in Qin Qin’s words.
Jing Zhiyue, looking at Qin Qin’s smile, slightly furrowed her brows. She always felt that Qin Qin now was different from Qin Qin earlier, but upon closer inspection, she couldn’t discern anything amiss, unaware that the ’coincidence’ Qin Qin spoke of was entirely different from her own understanding of it.
After speaking, Qin Qin walked past the two and out of the restaurant with Mu Chienchien, a smile lifting the corners of her lips as she passed.
Sister, it looks like you haven’t recognized me yet? There will be plenty of drama in the future, so get ready to face it!
After Qin Qin had left, Jing Zhiyue turned her head to watch her leave with a slightly solemn expression.
Mo Residence, Mo Cang’s study.
Mo Cang sat behind his desk, gazing at his son.
Mo Yunchen took out the pill refined by Jing Zhiyue and threw it to Mo Cang, who looked at his son, furrowing his brows in confusion, "Yunchen, what are you doing? Why aren’t you curing your poison?"
"You think this pill can cure my poison? If I swallow it, your son will cease to exist, won’t he?"
Mo Yunchen raised an eyebrow and let out a mocking laugh, his enchanting face flashing with a cold light.
Mo Cang’s expression turned cold, his aged face now stern and icy, "What are you saying? Don’t you want to marry Jing Zhiyue? Don’t you know that marrying her is beneficial for us..."
Mo Yunchen placed his hands on either side of the desk, his thin lips curling slightly, "Old man, do you really think I’ll follow your arrangements? If you are fond of that woman, marry her yourself. You’ve been single long enough. In a few years, when you’re gone, I’ll arrange for her to be entombed with you, and you can be a couple in the next world."
"You unfilial son!" Mo Cang, his nose flaring and eyes bulging with anger, was frustrated only by this son, whom he couldn’t bear to hit or scold.
"Hmm, so for the sake of your peaceful twilight years, it’s best you stay out of my affairs." After speaking, Mo Yunchen walked directly out of Mo Cang’s room.
Mo Cang sighed quietly to himself; his son had grown up. His gaze suddenly turned to a picture frame on the desk—inside it, a woman of enchanting beauty smiled sweetly. Mo Cang’s eyes filled with deep affection and pain.
Within the Shi Organization.
A man stood behind a masked man, trembling with fear, "Boss, Tianshi and Dark Dragon have lost contact. Mo Yunchen has returned safely to Jingdu City!"
"Useless, all of you are useless!" The masked man’s eyes flitted with a cold glare, "Get out!"
Mo Yunchen, this time you were lucky. Next time, you won’t be so fortunate.
That night, Qin Qin placed the gift in her room, feeling somewhat unwell. She went to the bathroom to bathe. As soon as she started undressing, she felt an intense gaze scrutinizing her. Startled, she turned around and grabbed a nearby towel to cover herself completely, glaring fiercely at Mo Yunchen, who was lazily leaning against the door, "Mo Yunchen, get out!"