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Zhu Xiangxiangâs departure did not affect Ming Jingâs life at all; it should be said that this person would not affect Ming Jing at all.
Meeting Zhao Xiaohui at the entrance of the residential area in the morning was an accident. Ming Jing knew what kind of impact bringing Zhao Xiaohui in would have on Zhu Xiangxiangâs life, yet she still brought her in.
It was the fate Zhu Xiangxiang had to bear and the answer to what the future would be like would come with time.
âDingâ The WeChat message tone rang as soon as the phone was fully charged and turned on.
Ming Jing picked up her phone and glanced at it.
Xiao Quâer â Are you home yet?
Ming Jing didnât change the WeChat contact notes. This Xiao Quâer was Qu Feitai.
His profile picture was still a cartoon image of himself, very Q, very cute, which was in stark contrast to his cool, handsome, and aloof appearance in person.
Ming Jingâs fingers tapped the screen and she replied with a single âMm.â After that, she put down her phone and went about her business.
âThird Young Master?â Yun MO was shocked to find the usually aloof Third Young Master smiling at his phone⊠like a bit of a fool.
Qu Feitai immediately hid his smile, changing his expression so quickly that Yun MO wondered if he was hallucinating.
âYou can go back. I have important matters in Jiangzhou,â said Qu Feitai coldly. âBut, Third Young Master, without you going back, I canât report to the boss.â
âThatâs your business, and it has nothing to do with me.â Qu Feitai didnât give him any face.
Yun MO sighed, âSince you donât want to leave, Iâll have to begrudgingly stay and protect you.â
âWhatever.â Qu Feitai snapped back before hugging his phone and retreating to his bedroom.
Qu Feitai stared at the single âMmâ in the chat box for quite a while.
For someone as frugal with words as Ming Jing, a single âMmâ was enough to convey many things.
Qu Feitaiâs fingers tapped the screen, typing many words and deleting them one by one.
Then he opened a food app and began searching for restaurants suitable for dating in Jiangzhou.
Ming Jing picked up her phone after finishing her work and looked at it.
Xiao Quâer â Tomorrow night at six, Qingshu Yinyue Restaurant in Shidai Square. No-shows wonât be tolerated.
Ming Jing remembered she still owed him two meals and replied with an
âOkay.â
Qu Feitai rolled around his bed hugging the single âOkay, â finding joy in being young, as it sometimes came so simply.
âMiss, somethingâs wrong. Madam has fallen ill,â Madam Zhou said, rushing in hastily.
Ming Jing closed her laptop, âLetâs go.â
This was the first time Ming Jing had entered Lin Qingâs bedroom. Lin Qing lay on the large bed, her red silk pajamas unable to conceal her pale face.
Seeing Ming Jing, Lin Qing wanted to sit up, looking displeased at Madam Zhou.
Madam Zhou touched her nose.
Ming Jing sat down beside the bed, taking Lin Qingâs wrist in her hand.
âYouâve been worrying too much, leading to inner conflict. If you canât let go of Zhu Xiangxiang, itâs not too late to chase after her now,â Ming Jingâs cold voice said.
Lin Qing grabbed Ming Jingâs hand, âMing Jing, itâs not what you think. Iâm heartbroken. How could I raise a child for sixteen years only for her to turn out to be an ungrateful wolf? I must have been a terrible mother.â
Madam Zhou quietly left the room, leaving the space to the mother and daughter.
âThen you hurt yourself for someone not worth it. Do you feel wronged?â The cold voice was straightforward and devoid of emotion.
Lin Qingâs heart turned cold for a moment, staring blankly at the face so close to her.
A beautiful face, but equally ruthless.
Those eyes held the world but could not hold a single person.
Even her own mother.
For the first time, Lin Qing felt afraid. Her own daughter was an emotionless monster.
Lin Qing slowly released her hand. She would rather have Ming Jing cry at her, shout at her, accuse her of favoritism. At least it would bring her some comfort, rather than Ming Jingâs undisturbed calm, as if she would never care no matter what Lin Qing did.
She believed that Ming Jing didnât deliberately drive Zhu Xiangxiang away. Ming Jing wasnât that kind of person and didnât care for it. But it was precisely for this reason that Lin Qing felt even colder.
Could someone who could be so ruthless to her own father have any affection for her, a mother who had been hostile to her before?
Lin Qing suddenly realized that she couldnât enjoy the slightest bit of her daughterâs affection.
Was it punishment from above?
Ming Jingâs pitch-black eyes seemed to see through all her thoughts, a faint mockery appearing within them.
Lin Qingâs heart tensed, quickly turning her head away and rolling over, âIâm fine. I just need to rest for a while. You can leave now..â
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