Only Qin Mu could tame him.
"It’s Qin Mu, right?"
When Mu Yichen looked up at him, he asked.
"Yeah, why haven’t you left yet?"
Everyone else had gone, and Mu Yichen thought he would leave as well.
"I plan to personally take responsibility for this project, so I stayed until the end to discuss it with you alone."
"Have you thought it through? Africa isn’t like any other country."
Mu Yichen took him seriously and became serious as well.
"Anyway, I’m tired in Rongcheng, so it might be better to go out and see the world. Although Africa is tough, maybe I can think less about the people here and even find some enjoyment amidst the hardship."
The corner of Qiao Yi’s mouth twitched, indicating that Jing Qing’s indifference had truly hurt him.
"Okay, tonight I’ll call that kid Jiang Zhiyuan and Jing Feng to throw you a farewell party."
Mu Yichen was annoyed whenever he thought of Jiang Zhiyuan, especially remembering the lipstick incident, which occurred because of him. Since that day, Jiang Zhiyuan had been avoiding him and had not met with him. He was certain that Jiang Zhiyuan would be at the farewell party for Qiao Yi tonight, and he was determined to make that kid personally apologize to his wife.
"Tonight, I’ll take you out for dinner. Qiao Yi is heading to Africa, so let’s all go and give him a send-off."
After that, Qing Mu received that WeChat message. This time, she truly had no objections and agreed very readily.
But by six o’clock in the evening, she wasn’t ready to leave yet when the mayor’s car stopped in front of her house.
Just as she came out with her backpack, as before, he stood by the car, looking up at her as she descended the stairs, his eyes as if saying, "I have all the patience in the world for you."
"Is something the matter?"
She approached him, already guessing that it had something to do with those two women.
"Mumu, when you have time, go and apologize to your aunt. Even if you don’t regard her as family, she has taken care of your father’s daily needs all these years. Just give her the basic respect she deserves, and dad won’t force you to do anything else," Qin Hai said reassuringly.
Qin Mu felt that something about his words was fishy; could it be that those two women had exaggerated the story? She couldn’t help but laugh softly, and when she looked up at the star-filled sky she thought: You say you want to acknowledge me, but you don’t trust me, do you?
"Trust? Of course, dad trusts you," Qin Haiming said, unaware of her thoughts, but pondering his response.
"If you trust me, why would you say those words to me? What have I done wrong that I should apologize to her?"
Qin Mu looked at him seriously.
At that moment, she was calm because she was disappointed.
"No matter what, your aunt came to make peace with you, but you pushed her down, and now she is lying in the hospital. Don’t you think you should bow your head to her? Huh?"
"I pushed her down? Did she say that, or did your precious daughter say it?"
Qin Mu asked with a sneer, her fingers lightly curling around the strap of her bag, and then her keen gaze returned to the man before her.
The starlight was sufficient for them to see the doubt and mockery on each other’s faces.
"So you didn’t push your aunt down? You didn’t splash Mingzhu with water? It’s all Mingzhu lying? Can you assure dad of that?"
"Why should I make a promise to someone who doesn’t trust me? And please, don’t refer to yourself as my dad in the future, because my dad, is kind-hearted, warm, and the person who trusts me the most, but you..."
Qin Mu shook her head disappointingly, then regarded him again, smiling: "Mr. Qin, goodbye!"
She bowed slightly, she could still offer him a bit of respect, but that was the only relationship left between them now.
"In the future, you can call me Miss Qin or Qin Mu, but the name Mumu was my mother’s favorite, and since you’ve remarried and driven her daughter out of the house, you no longer have the right to call me by that name."
"Mumu, dad really wants to make it up to you. Won’t you give dad even a little chance? Even if you don’t like your aunt or Mingzhu, can’t you occasionally visit your aging father at home? He can’t sleep well because of you; he feels remorse toward your deceased mother; he feels guilty for having abandoned you abroad. Mumu..."
"You’re thinking too much," she said, feeling the need to set things straight with her father, believing there was no need to dwell on a relationship that had run its course.
"Mumu, to make a stand for yourself in Rongcheng, in the Mu Family, you can’t do without dad’s support. Don’t be so stubborn, okay?"
"She doesn’t need your disturbance," a voice said.
As the father and daughter were unable to communicate, he walked slowly out of the darkness.
Qin Mu turned toward the sound the moment she heard his voice, and it only took a second for her vision to blur upon seeing him clearly.