"Of course not, Miss Jing’s temperament is something everyone in our film crew has witnessed. But as for Miss Qin’s words just now, I can’t tell if they were true or false?"
"Whether they are true or false isn’t that important. What matters is that I achieved the result I wanted. Director Chen, can you keep what was said today in this private room confidential?"
Qin Mu couldn’t help but give him an extra glance, certainly not hoping that he would go out and talk to others.
"I understand! Let’s talk about the advertisement then. We will be shooting it here this Sunday morning."
Being able to talk only about the advertisement was of course the best. She would definitely take the shooting seriously, not to waste the big garment factory Mr. Mu had given her without asking for a penny in return.
If Jing Qing knew that Mu Yichen had asked her, Qin Mu, to shoot the advertisement simply to save on the endorsement fee, I wonder what she would have felt. Would she have still been as angry as just now?
Jing Qing returned home and went straight to the study. The old man was practicing calligraphy and was startled to see his granddaughter return, so he immediately put down his brush.
"Xiaoqing, why have you come back? What’s the matter?"
"Grandfather, I just want to ask you. Did Mu Yichen and Qin Mu get married?"
Jing Qing walked up to her grandfather, standing on the opposite side of the desk, her gaze sharp as needles.
"Ah, that matter, the boy has no fortune, Grandpa will find you a better one."
The old man lowered his head and picked up the brush he had set aside to continue writing, but Jing Qing involuntarily stepped back because of his words, her sharp eyes filling up with tears.
"I will marry no one but Mu Yichen. Grandpa, how could you do this? Such a big matter, and you didn’t even say a word to me. Do you know how embarrassed I was in front of Qin Mu just now?"
Jing Qing started crying, the tears wetting her face and her chin trembling uncontrollably.
The old man looked at his crying granddaughter with a heartache and immediately put down the pen: "You silly child, come to Grandpa."
"Grandpa, do you care at all, allowing others to trample on your granddaughter ?"
Jing Qing ran into his arms, sobbing grievously.
"So you mean, even though they are married and have a child, you still fancy that boy?"
"If he divorces and remarries, that’s a second marriage, you know."
"Even if you have to be a stepmother to their bastard child?"
"Oh, my foolish granddaughter, how can you be so foolish?"
The old man patted his granddaughter’s shoulder, sighing with distress.
Hearing this, Jing Qing cried even more grievously, but in a moment, she drove from the Jing Family home to the Mu Family’s.
As for filming, how could it be as important as what she needed to do now.
"Auntie, that cheongsam you are wearing is really beautiful."
Jing Qing, bringing a gift, complimented Feng Fanghua as soon as she met her at the Mu Family’s home.
"Oh, how nice can that girl’s designs really be? Come in and have a seat."
Feng Fanghua spoke politely, and once seated, she said to her granddaughter playing with toys nearby: "Huanhuan, say hello to Auntie."
"Auntie!" Huanhuan looked up, her interest tepid.
"Good girl! Huanhuan is so lovely! Auntie, don’t you think Huanhuan looks a lot like Yichen, and if you look closely, somewhat like Qingxin too."
"Humph, they are a family after all! I heard you’ve been shooting on location recently, how come you have time to come back?"
"Oh, AM is shooting an advertisement, so of course, I have to put my work aside and focus on this first."
Jing Qing said, bashfully lowering her eyes. Feng Fanghua glanced at her and almost said something but then thought better of it and merely smiled: "You, oh you!"
"Auntie, Yichen...did he really marry Qin Mu?"
Feng Fanghua was taken aback, but then nodded slowly.
"That boy, Yichen, has no luck. Xiaoqing, Auntie thinks of you as her own child, let me speak from the heart—don’t hang yourself on his branch anymore; there are plenty better men out there, okay?"
"I will wait for him, whether it’s one year, two years, or even ten or twenty years. I’ll keep waiting."
Jing Qing’s tender gaze overflowed with earnestness and the aggrieved demeanor of a tragic drama heroine.
It was as if she knew she might never get what she waited for, yet she remained steadfast in her determination to wait.
For a long stretch of time, the living room fell into silence. Feng Fanghua didn’t know what else to say, and just as she lowered her eyes, she saw her granddaughter staring at Jing Qing, so she unconsciously called her over: "Huanhuan, come to Grandma."
Huanhuan, clutching her toy, leaned against Feng Fanghua, but her eyes couldn’t help looking at Jing Qing.
Jing Qing felt her emotions were almost under control, and then she looked up at Huanhuan: "Huanhuan, can Auntie hold you? I bought you a toy."