Mo Yunchen advanced, and Feng Bai noticed him; Feng Bai quickly ran forward.
Qin Qin did not look back, her feelings at the moment were particularly complex. She did not know what she was thinking, her mind a blur.
When Feng Bai took Qin Qin back home, Feng Bai looked down from the ninth floor and saw the man named Mo Yunchen still inside the pavilion. She stamped her foot angrily, was this man never going to give up? That afternoon, she had been deceived by them, causing her mistress to be humiliated and forcibly kissed by this man.
Feng Bai angrily pulled the curtains and closed them, then turned to look at Su Qing, only to see Su Qing sitting on the sofa in a daze, her hand touching her lips.
"Mistress! Mistress! Su Qing! Su Qing Mistress!"
Feng Bai stood in front of Qin Qin, waved her hands, and called out several times before Qin Qin regained her senses and looked at her.
"Su Qing Mistress, what are you thinking about? Is it about Mo Yunchen? He dared to kiss the mistress, I’ll go and teach him a lesson for you."
"It’s all my fault, to think that I was deceived by them too, and they said they were your good friends, I’m sorry, Su Qing Mistress."
Qin Qin looked at the agitated and self-blaming Feng Bai, holding back Feng Bai who wanted to go and settle the score with Mo Yunchen.
"Feng Bai, sit beside me."
Feng Bai pouted and sat down beside Qin Qin, her hands fidgeting uneasily, as if she was also worried that Qin Qin was not happy.
"I’m fine, Feng Bai, I don’t blame you, but did you tell me, did Mo Yunchen come looking for you?"
Feng Bai nodded. "It was this afternoon just after you left, Top-Grade Heavenly Fragrance’s Director Lu and Mo Yunchen came, saying they were your friends. I softened my heart and told them, but I didn’t expect Mo Yunchen to turn out to be a big bad guy."
Feng Bai got excited again, and Qin Qin held her hand. "I’m fine, just... cough cough, forget about that matter."
"And from now on, call me Qin Qing (Qin), my name is not Su Qing but Qin Qing (Qin)."
"Qin Qing, so the Su Qing Mistress’s name is Qin Qing."
Feng Bai smiled happily. "Mistress, have you found your family?"
Qin Qing pulled corners of her mouth into a faint smile, showing no signs of excitement.
"Why does Feng Bai not feel that the mistress is happy?"
Feng Bai looked at Qin Qing’s indifferent expression; she could sense that Qin Qing showed no signs of happiness, not even a trace of excitement. The mistress had always been searching for her past, wanting to know who she really was, yet now why was there not even a hint of joy in her expression?
"Happy, of course, but it’s getting late, you should rest early."
Feng Bai nodded and went into her room; Qin Qing also walked toward her own room.
Fluctuations came from the space, and Xiao Bai was released by Qin Qing from the space. Once out, Xiao Bai jumped excitedly, rushing into Qin Qing’s arms to be cuddled.
Letting go of Xiao Bai, Qin Qing went into the bathroom. After freshening up, she stepped out of the room, with Xiao Bai quietly waiting for her outside. Seeing her come out, Xiao Bai approached her excitedly again.
Qin Qing walked to the dressing table nearby, towel in hand, drying her wet black hair.
Her gaze was fixed on her reflection in the mirror, a face of stunning beauty, with delicately exquisite features, seemingly not of this world.
This face and Mo Yunchen’s wife Qin Qin were entirely different; why would he insist she was Qin Qin, and why did he say that she should not believe what Qi Tianshang told her?
Who exactly was she? Was she Qin Qing as Qi Tianshang said or Qin Qin as Mo Yunchen claimed?
Reluctantly admitting it, her heart’s scales were tilting toward Mo Yunchen’s favor. Strangely, she was repulsed by Qi Tianshang but not by Mo Yunchen. Even the first time she met Mo Yunchen, her calm heart had throbbed violently.
In the presence of Qi Tianshang, her heart remained calm, without any ripples. She even felt a deep-seated repulsion toward Qi Tianshang.
However, Qi Tianshang had her portrait, but Mo Yunchen did not. Who should she believe, and whom should she not?
What exactly was going on?
Qin Qing scrutinized her own reflection in the mirror carefully. She was certain her appearance was real. If it was true, as Mo Yunchen had said, that she was his wife Qin Qin, why would she have a face identical to the portrait in Qi Tianshang’s room?
Qin Qing’s head spun with thoughts, but she reached no conclusions. She had no evidence and couldn’t think of any information about the two men, so she did not know whom to trust.
Feeling a headache, Qin Qing dared not think further. She lay down on the bed, Xiao Bai quietly by her side, watching Qin Qing’s melancholic, headache-ridden expression. Xiao Bai extended its tongue and licked Qin Qing’s palm, as if to comfort her.