Su Qing walked towards the vast room, which was large. Looking for something without being discovered was a bit difficult. She didn’t have much time and could only speed up her search.
Su Qing started with the bedside table but didn’t find anything related to a woman, not even a single photo of Madam Mo, Qin Qin.
After checking the bedside table, Su Qing moved to the dressing table nearby, still without success.
Then Su Qing headed to the walk-in closet and carefully rummaged through it.
Opening the wardrobe revealed a uniform selection of men’s clothing, mostly suits and shirts. Just as Su Qing was about to close the wardrobe door, her gaze fell on a long overcoat and a white sweater in the corner.
She hadn’t expected to find winter clothes in Mo Yunchen’s wardrobe?
Su Qing looked at the overcoat, which was still about eighty percent new. The overcoat and sweater stood out awkwardly in the closet, and judging by the style, they seemed to be from a few years back. For someone as wealthy as Mo Yunchen, it seemed significant for an out-of-fashion overcoat to occupy space in his wardrobe. Could it hold great meaning for him?!
Her hand involuntarily raised to touch the black overcoat. As her hand touched the overcoat, a fleeting image flashed through her mind.
In the flickering and incomplete image, she seemed to have once chosen a coat of the same style for a tall, blurry figure, who then held her tightly and kissed her deeply.
Su Qing stood frozen in place, unsure why she had such an image in her head. Could it be that she really had a connection with Mo Yunchen, or perhaps with Qin Qin?
Closing the wardrobe door, Su Qing searched again for any clue. Her gaze suddenly turned to a drawer on the right side of the wardrobe, and she involuntarily opened it. A black and white scarf and a somewhat old-fashioned tie lay quietly in the drawer, their condition showing how cherished and frequently worn they must have been by their owner.
Su Qing wanted to pick up the tie and scarf but feared someone would notice someone had been rummaging, so she could only quietly look for a while.
Her eyes became a little misty, but no further images appeared in her mind beyond the fleeting one with the overcoat.
After a while, Su Qing closed the drawer and stepped out of the walk-in closet. There was nothing belonging to Madam Mo, Qin Qin. Why not? It shouldn’t be this way. It stood to reason that Master Mo, who adored Madam Mo so much, would keep something of hers. Something was off.
Su Qing’s gaze swept around the room, finally settling on the right side of the room, and she moved forward.
There were two paintings on the wall in front of her. Su Qing had the feeling something was amiss but couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
Suddenly, she noticed a gap between the two paintings. She knocked on it and discovered the wall was hollow, which meant there might be another room inside.
Su Qing pushed on both sides of the wall, revealing an approximately ten square meter space.
The room was brightly lit. Su Qing entered from the outside.
As soon as she entered the room, she was stunned in place.
The entire ten square meter room was covered with wedding photos of a couple and every possible item used by a lady, including clothes, shoes, bags, and jewelry.
Su Qing stood motionless, gazing at the wall adorned with the wedding photos of Mo Yunchen and Qin Qin, trembling.
The man in those photos, the one known as Master Mo, the one named Mo Yunchen.
Could he be the same man she saw back in Hai City, the one whose presence pained her heart?
She hadn’t expected him to be Mo Yunchen, the Master Mo who loved his wife more than his own life.
Her gaze shifted from Mo Yunchen to the woman he was holding tightly close.
She stared intently, very intently.
In the picture, the woman was clad in a wedding dress, her smile sweet. Her makeup was exquisite, her features fair and charming, her eyes as clear as crystal, her lips curved into a happy smile.
The unfamiliar face caused Su Qing’s breath to catch. Was this woman Qin Qin, a woman with a stranger’s face? Was she truly Qin Qin?
Su Qing closed her eyes and laughed self-deprecatingly. Until the moment she saw Qin Qin, she had doubted whether she herself might be Qin Qin. But now she knew she wasn’t, for her appearance was nothing like Qin Qin’s. How could she possibly be Qin Qin? She must have been delirious to even entertain such a naive and foolish thought. It was ludicrous, truly ludicrous. Everyone said Qin Qin was dead, how could she possibly be Qin Qin? Even if they both practiced medicine, even if they both could tell fortunes, how could she be so foolish to think she was? Laughable, truly laughable!