She could leave the Mu Family to avoid causing them trouble.
So she already left the Mu Family.
But others still trample on her with their high heels, bullying her; what else can she do?
Backing down again and again only makes the enemy think the Mu Family is afraid, that she is afraid, and so they become more arrogant.
Qin Mu fears that today, she tolerated Jing Qing having someone drug her, and tomorrow Jing Qing will send someone to take her life. By then, it will be too late to regret being too honest in the beginning.
"But I’ve already left the Mu Family, Auntie, the only concession I can make is this."
Qin Mu thought for a moment, steeled her heart, and looked up to speak very seriously and responsibly to her.
"What if I ask you to break off your relationship with Yichen?"
"Break off how? Stop seeing each other forever? Do you want someone to watch me board the plane like last time?"
Feng Fanghua didn’t argue with her anymore, simply saying, "Then you’ll have to figure it out yourself!"
Qin Mu thought to see her out, but she left too hastily.
Has she wronged the Mu Family?
A sudden guilt surged in her chest, but it quickly passed.
The Mu Family didn’t want to offend the Jing Family, not out of fear but because they thought it wasn’t worth falling out over her.
Qin Mu understood that indeed, it wasn’t worth it.
But since she had already returned, in a situation with no other choices, she could only try to satisfy the Mu Family as much as possible, yet she couldn’t let herself be bullied by Jing Qing again and again for the Mu Family’s sake.
The next day, when Jing Qing’s agent stood before her again, she agreed to shoot a micro-film for him.
Xiaomei, not understanding, came to her office and asked her, "Although we’re not very busy next month, why have you suddenly taken an interest in this?"
"After all, it’s a considerable income. Shoot it, and a small flat is mine."
"A flat? Even a small one, do you need it?"
Qin Mu chuckled lightly, then lowered her head to draw.
Who knows, one day she and Huanhuan might move into that small house.
At least when he tells her to roll out, she won’t have to bother friends again.
Actually, it wasn’t Mu Yi who had hurt her, but another man.
That evening, when Mu Yi came to the studio with Huanhuan in his arms seeking her, she told him, "I’m going to Jiangnan next month."
"Going to Jiangnan? For what?"
"To shoot a micro-film, if all goes well, I’ll be back in a week."
As she spoke, she helped him with a glass of water.
Seated on the sofa, Mu Yi took the glass of water but did not speak.
Qin Mu glanced up and saw his dark eyes looking at her, and involuntarily smiled: What? Afraid I’ll run off with someone else?
"Short on money again?"
"Not at all! It’s just for a rainy day, and I happened to have this opportunity."
She said and then sat beside him, lifting Huanhuan to her lap from his side.
"Mommy, I want to go with you too!"
Huanhuan’s little hand touched Qin Mu’s silky hair draping over her chest as she spoke.
You want to go with Mommy too, huh? Mommy would like that, but I don’t know if your grandma would agree."
Qin Mu hugged her and gently stroked her hair, her eyes brimming with indulgence.
"You’re not allowed to go!"
He leaned over to put down the glass of water, commanding her in three words.
Qin Mu instinctively turned to look at him: Why?
The smile on her face faded a bit as she asked him with a hint of puzzlement.
"Although I don’t have any prejudice against actors as a profession, I won’t allow you to film romantic scenes with other men."
After listening to him, Qin Mu lowered her lashes then looked down at her daughter with obedient eyes, saying nothing.
Is he afraid of her getting close to other men?
Actually, he’s just jealous!
"But that person has already approached me several times, and I even agreed to him today. If I regret it now, it’s too late."
"I’ll pay the penalty fee!"
He didn’t even furrow his brow, no matter the cost, he could afford it.
Qin Mu felt a sense of loss at his nonchalance, yet also helpless.
"In this lifetime, I don’t want to be just your woman."
"You have your main career. As for side gigs, I don’t care what else you do, but acting is off-limits."
He was bluntly honest, and yet heartlessly so.
His manner wasn’t argumentative, but it was like another form of cold violence.
His eyes no longer seemed to hold the deep, tender affection they once did.
"But you didn’t mind when I worked as an advertising model before, did you?"
"Is a model the same as an actor?"
"You’re just so selfish, always saying you can’t handle me, yet you won’t let me do this and you won’t let me do that."
Qin Mu, putting down Huanhuan and furious, yelled at him.
"Mrs. Mu, may I remind you, these past few days, it’s been you who’s been doing."