Arriving home, the entire He Mansion was shrouded in an indescribable feeling.
All the servants seemed to want to subtly avoid his gaze.
He Qimo’s deep eyes were half-squinted, expressionless.
Entering, changing shoes, Zhou Huimei walked out in tears and anger, "Why are you only coming back now? The house has turned upside down, did you know?"
Last night, He Qimo called Liang Xi to say he would return home, but after getting in the car, he noticed a lipstick mark on his shirt, so he asked Liang Xi to turn the car toward the company.
"What happened? I’m not aware."
"Gu Zixuan! That wealthy young lady you married from the United States eight years ago without family approval! She hit Xiaoqi!"
He Qimo paused, looking deeply at Zhou Huimei, "She hit Xiaoqi?"
"Yes, just because Xiaoqi took a watch from her and didn’t return it! She actually treated Xiaoqi this way, really... hey, where are you going?"
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Pushing the door open, He Xiaoqi was holding an ice pack, sitting on the bed crying, seeming still upset, her eyes red from crying.
Seeing He Qimo, He Xiaoqi’s heart skipped a beat, but she steadied her resolve and cried, "Brother~~Sister-in-law hit me!"
Ten minutes later, after hearing the fragmented recount of events from He Xiaoqi, He Qimo leaned against the door frame, face darkened, "So, last night you didn’t let her come home?"
"Yes, we He Family are not so easy to bully! Does she still think it’s eight years ago when she could randomly boss us around?"
Back then, when Gu Zixuan just married into the family, there was only a small company mortgaged at a bank, and He Qimo had to be busy with new projects, unable to do anything else, so the redemption, reinvestment, and operation were all handled by Gu Zixuan alone, and He Xiaoqi and Zhou Huimei were often ordered around by Gu Zixuan.
He Xiaoqi cried extremely aggrievedly, but He Qimo kept staring at He Xiaoqi, his gaze growing darker, fingers subconsciously moved slightly.
For a long time, he said nothing, turned around and walked towards the bedroom.
The cold silhouette made He Xiaoqi’s heart tremble, Zhou Huimei frowned even more, "What do you mean by not speaking? It’s your own sister who was hit, aren’t you still feeling sorry for your wife?"
He Qimo remained silent, He Xiaoqi timidly glanced at her mother, got off the bed, put on slippers and followed.
In the bedroom, He Qimo was undoing his tie.
He Xiaoqi held onto the door frame, did not enter, her gaze scanning the surroundings, unwillingly said, "Brother, why have you come back now?"
He Qimo originally wanted to say he’d come to take a look, change clothes and leave, but looking at the bookshelf in the study suite, something muted gleamed in his cold eyes...
After pausing, he said softly, "Came back to pick up a document."
He Xiaoqi’s eyes flashed with a clever light, stepped forward and said, "What document are you looking for? I saw sister-in-law seemed to go out with a bag last night..."
"What bag?" He Qimo stopped, turning simultaneously, deeply staring into He Xiaoqi’s eyes.
He Xiaoqi: "I don’t know either, but anyway, after she hit me she went back to the bedroom, left carrying a bag, quite big."
"Large?" He Qimo raised an eyebrow, with a playful tone, "Which brand of bag?"
"I didn’t pay attention, she has lots of bags." He Xiaoqi blushed a little, "Anyway, you should check around, she’s been staying out every now and then lately, with her dad and brother in this situation, who knows if she’s preparing for divorce, doing something behind your back."