Upon hearing what Auntie said, Qin Mu finally had an epiphany and then stared at Feng Fanghua with a cold face again, "That was more than just a little trouble, they almost had me arrested."
"But if it weren’t for that incident, Grandpa Huanhuan wouldn’t have completely given up that so-called ’iron rice bowl’ job," Auntie continued.
"Actually, he never coveted that position in the first place. It was your grandfather who insisted on your father taking that job. By that time, the pharmaceutical factory had already started up, and although it wasn’t very big, it was quite promising, giving those people more excuses to torment us," she added.
But Mu Zihao was no pushover. When the family planning office made that scene, he had her brought back right after she was taken away, and within a few hours, those who wanted to bully her were handled first by Mu Zihao with his skills.
"Let’s not talk about those old sesame seed and rotten millet matters. You, however, need to be more careful in the future."
Although the injuries weren’t very serious this time, it would be too late to be cautious when you are seriously hurt.
Qin Mu agreed, but deep inside she couldn’t help but wonder. The factory hadn’t even started up yet, and it was located in such a remote development zone. Logically, nobody should know about it, as she hadn’t told anyone. So how could there suddenly be rumors about it?
Feng Fanghua thought of her as a little wretch but didn’t feel it was right to say it out loud. She sat for a while, learned of the situation, and then went downstairs. Qin Mu was alone, hugging a fruit plate in bed and eating fruit. When the plate pressed against her knee and caused pain, she immediately moved it away, but her phone rang promptly afterward.
"Mumu, are you alright?"
"I’m fine. How did you find out?"
"Sweat, it’s on the news now, and not just any news, but our city’s news."
"You’re fine, that’s good. Jing Feng just called Mu Yichen, but I was still worried. Hearing it from you, I’m relieved. I won’t disturb you any longer. If you need anything just reach out to me, bye!"
After saying this, Helian Hao hung up the phone, and Qin Mu helplessly smiled as she looked at her phone.
"Mu Yichen has already asked Qiao Yi to investigate that matter, and the police are involved too."
After putting down her phone, Helian Hao went to find Jing Feng, who then said to her.
"That’s good. We have to catch the person spreading these rumors, we can’t let such a person off; it’s utterly despicable."
Jing Feng didn’t respond, only thought for a while before saying, "I need to go out for a bit."
Helian Hao agreed, but as she watched him leave, her heart followed him far away. She couldn’t help but wonder where he was suddenly off to?
When she thought of someone, she immediately followed him out quietly.
Their cars weren’t much different in timing. Helian Hao saw his car enter the Jing Family home and chose not to follow further, but she couldn’t help wondering why he would return to the Jing Family at this time.
Suddenly, Jing Qing came to her mind, and she froze completely.
Qin Mu was on the phone with Xiaomei, listening to the situation at the hospital, when Helian Hao called again. She then told Xiaomei, "Let’s leave it at that for now, call me if there’s any update."
After hanging up with Xiaomei, she picked up Helian Hao’s call. From the earpiece came Helian Hao’s worried voice: "Mumu, I suspect this has something to do with the Jing Family; I’m not sure it’s Jing Qing."
"Because Jing Feng suddenly went back to the Jing Family home," Helian Hao said before hanging up the phone, glancing around to make sure no one noticed her, then immediately headed back.
Qin Mu too set down her phone, her thoughts drifting elsewhere. If this had anything to do with Jing Qing, then she definitely couldn’t let Jing Qing off the hook.
Jing Qing was at home, quietly playing chess with the old gentleman, and as the tranquil environment was interrupted by abrupt footsteps, it seemed rather hasty.
Jing Qing was still softly talking to the old gentleman, trying to keep him happy, not paying attention to Jing Feng’s arrival, until Jing Feng walked in and immediately grabbed her wrist, pulling her up.
"Jing Feng, what are you doing?"
The chessboard was ruined, and the old gentleman looked up to see his grandson taking Jing Qing upstairs and called out.
The old-style European living room seemed ominously quiet at this moment. Jing Feng looked down at his grandfather once but didn’t answer anything.
Taking Jing Qing upstairs, the old gentleman slowly rose from the sofa, his eyes narrowed, watching the backs of the siblings.
In the room, Jing Feng pushed Jing Qing inside, and she fell onto her pristine white bedding, instinctively turning to look at Jing Feng immediately.
Jing Feng looked at the woman on the bed, his voice filled with annoyance as he demanded an answer.
"What are you talking about? I was playing chess with Grandpa. What’s gotten into you?"
Jing Qing slowly got off the bed and stood up, brushing her slightly wrinkled dress as she looked back at Jing Feng with annoyance.
"The people who made trouble at Qin Mu’s clothing factory, did you send them?"
Jing Feng’s voice rose even higher than before, his expression more stern.
"What’s that got to do with you?"
"Jing Qing, let me give you a piece of advice, if you hired those people, you should call Mu Yichen and apologize right now, no, call Qin Mu," Jing Feng said, his hands on his hips and gasping for breath, emphasizing each word.
"Apologize to that girl? Jing Feng, have you lost your mind or is it my ears that are the problem?"
"Do you still remember how Mu Yichen demolished your new house for her?"
Jing Feng laughed, knowing that no matter how much he said, it would be useless, his sister was just that stubborn.
Indeed, Jing Qing’s heart skipped a beat after hearing his words, but her fear was quickly suppressed by her strong pride and the sense of superiority that had been ingrained in her from a young age.
"If you’re smart, you’ll know what to do. Otherwise, don’t come to your brother if things get out of hand," Jing Feng said, looking at Jing Qing, who showed no sign of cooperating, and left the room after dropping his cold remark.
But Jing Qing stood there, watching him leave. Then she leaned back, nearly unable to catch her breath.
She knew Mu Yichen’s tactics, but could he really trace it back to her?
And even if he could, what difference would it make?