The voice wasn’t too loud or too soft, but every word struck right at the heart.
Qin Mingzhu’s face turned pale, her mouth opened several times, and then she frantically looked at her sisters beside her.
"Hey, what’s the deal with you? Just because you bore President Mu a child you think the whole world has to listen to you?"
The girl stepped forward, ready to push Qin Mu, but Qin Mu instinctively dodged to the side, causing the girl to stumble and almost plant her face on the ground. Angry at not having reached Qin Mu, she immediately turned around to slap her again.
"Are we having a fight now?"
Qin Mu raised her hand and tightly grabbed the girl’s wrist, her eyes turning even more unfriendly.
"What are you trying to do? Let go of me!"
The girl hadn’t expected Qin Mu to have such a strong grip and became flustered trying to shake it off but was unable to.
"You’re still too green to fight with me."
Qin Mu pushed the girl into Qin Mingzhu’s arms, her gaze filled with lethal intent as she stared at the girl: Qin Mingzhu, if I hear another disrespectful word about my mother come out of your mouth, don’t blame me for actually making up with Qin Haiming and kicking you and your daughter out of the Qin Family.
Having said her piece, Qin Mu turned to leave when another girl stuck out her foot high above Qin Mu. Qin Mu looked down just in time to see the pair of black, sexy sandals. Her heart tensed, but she was a moment too late, stepping down hard with her high heel onto the back of the girl’s foot.
The girl’s pretty instep was crushed by the heel of the high heel shoe, and she immediately bent over, crying out in pain.
Qin Mu looked down with cold eyes at the girl shouting in pain: "A good dog doesn’t stand in the way, do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand, now get your foot off!"
Qin Mu then lifted her foot and was about to walk down when Xiaomei ran up with a foreign man: "Did they bully you?"
"They’re not even worthy. Let’s go!"
With a detached tone, Qin Mu then walked ahead.
Xiaomei turned her head and gave a cold look to the gaggle of girls, not quite as menacing but still glowering hard: "Don’t think just because we returned from abroad we’re easy to bully, hmph!"
"Girls from Rongcheng are really scary."
The foreign boy commented in English, which made the girls who were already upset look even more aggrieved.
"Mingzhu, why is this woman so fierce?"
"Yeah, she doesn’t act like a lady at all."
"We—let’s wait and see!"
Qin Mingzhu bit her lip so hard it could bleed, and after struggling for a while, she finally spat out those three words, her eyes already brimming with malice.
Qin Mu, holding Huanhuan, led a crowd and majestically left the restaurant, and upstairs, people were still watching from the window. One of the boys who had just unsuccessfully flirted with her asked: "Qin Mingzhu, are you competent or not? How come it feels girl is way smarter than you?"
"Exactly, she has a presence, and you’re simply no match for her," another boy added.
"Did you see how she stepped on my foot? Where does she have the slightest appearance of a girl? She’s clearly a tigress, a she-devil! It hurts so much, wuu!"
"Such a woman, Mingzhu, do you really think she and President Mu are a thing? Would President Mu type?"
"Just stop, it’s ridiculous!"
After everyone had left, the girls grew bolder, and their speech became more unrestrained; only Qin Mingzhu remained silent.
Qin Mu and Xiaomei returned to their studio, and then Qin Mu went to accompany Huanhuan for a nap. When Mu Yi messaged asking about where they had lunch, she honestly replied, just not mentioning their encounter with Qin Mingzhu.
Mu Yichen had to attend a social function that evening and wasn’t home, so the couple went to the charity banquet, which lasted from noon until evening. Mother and daughter returned to the Mu Family home, had dinner, and then went to bathe.
This charity banquet was mainly to raise funds for the Hope Primary School, gathering a crowd of wealthy magnates, famous ladies, and attractive celebrities from the entertainment industry.
The charity banquet was held in the grandest guest hall of the AM Hotel, with luxurious carpets covering the floor. To the south, there was a huge marble area, tables and chairs tied with green ribbons, and all kinds of delicious dishes filled the tables.
Feng Fanghua, however, attracted much gossip at the charity banquet. Someone close at table asked her, "Mrs. Mu, the cheongsam you’re wearing today is really nice. I heard your son has a girlfriend who can design clothes. Did she create this for you?"
Feng Fanghua glanced at her cheongsam and looked up: "Yes, she did!"
"Well, that girl’s quite capable. What do you say to having her design one for me too?"
"She doesn’t just help anyone, but I’ll ask her for you," Feng Fanghua replied, ever unwilling to cozy up to people and disliking others who tried to do the same. Her frosty response seemed like she was looking down on them, which immediately made them feel uncomfortable.