Although the visitor said it with a smile, it sounded harsh and disgusting.

Lu Jingyi paused, glanced up at him, and asked impatiently, "Who are you?"

What's going on recently? Why are all the dogs barking in front of me? Is it because my dad is too easy to talk to that they have some illusion?

The man couldn't hold back his expression after hearing this. "You don't know me?"

Rong Yao was always on set, and he was the young master of the Rong family. Even a big-name star had to show some respect! How could a little dog like Lu Jingyi, living under someone else's roof, have the guts to talk to him like that? Did he really think he was Si Lijue?

"Who do you think you are worthy of my recognition?" Lu Jingyi sneered, his expression disdainful, "Get out of here and stop bothering me, or else, Dad will teach you a lesson about understanding."

After saying that, she ignored him and walked straight into the hotel.

Qin Zheyuan followed behind him, glancing at Rong Yao from the corner of his eye, his eyes cold.

Si Lijue also glanced at him and narrowed his eyes slightly.

That glance made him shiver as if he had been immersed in a cold pond.

Rong Yao had only heard of Si Lijue and did not know this person, especially since Si Lijue was in the financial circle and he was a small producer. They had nothing in common at all, so he didn't know him at all.

Rong Yao shrank his head and looked even more wretched.

Mu Baoer was originally walking in front, but after hearing Rong Yao's words, she deliberately stopped, walked around behind Si Lijue, glanced at Rong Yao, and raised her hand pretending to be casually. A fragrance rushed over, which was a faint jasmine scent.

Rong Yao sniffed, "What's that smell?"

Mu Baoer tilted her head and smiled at him, "Jasmine, does it smell good?"

brush!

The moment he saw Mu Baoer's face, Rong Yao's face lost all color and his eyes widened in horror.

At first, he didn't see her face and thought she was a female star with some beauty, but he didn't expect...

"Mu... Impossible, this is impossible."

Rong Yao stared at Mu Baoer's face and murmured softly, "It's impossible. Isn't she dead?"

Fear made Rong Yao clench his teeth tightly, making a chattering sound.

Mu Baoer keenly sensed something was wrong, her eyes narrowed slightly, and when she was about to investigate further, Si Lijue's voice suddenly came from behind her.

Si Lijue stopped at some point, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Baoer, come here." Si Lijue stretched out his hand towards Mu Baoer.

Mu Baoer nodded and walked quickly forward. She glanced at Rong Yao out of the corner of her eye and memorized his face in her mind.

It wasn't until two figures walked into the restaurant and the oppressive atmosphere disappeared that Rong Yao breathed a sigh of relief. He released all his strength and knelt on the ground with a plop. His face was as pale as paper. "Impossible, she can't still be alive, impossible..."

I lost the ability to speak and think, and my mind was completely occupied by these words.

Rong Yao tried to stand up tremblingly, but found that his legs were weak and he had no strength. After a while, he crawled and rolled down the stairs and dialed a number tremblingly.

Upon hearing the other party's voice, Rong Yao completely collapsed. "She's back, she's back. She must be back to take revenge on us. What should we do? I don't want to die. I don't want to die."

"Rong Yao, what are you doing? Can you be normal?" A woman's impatient voice came from the other end of the phone, very cold.

"She's back. She must be back for revenge!" Rong Yao was so frightened that he couldn't even speak complete sentences.

"Tell me clearly, who's back? Who have you offended recently? Didn't I tell you to keep a low profile?"

"No, no, it's Mu Baoer. She's back. I saw it with my own eyes!"

"What!" The voice on the other end suddenly shrilled, "Impossible! She died a long time ago. We confirmed it ourselves!"

"But I saw her, right when she was with Lu Jingyi. Her face looked exactly the same as it did back then, especially when she smiled, she looked even more alike!"

"Don't worry, you must have seen it wrong. Is it someone who looks like him? Mu Baoer is dead, her body is cold and she is dead. We even threw her body into the deserted mountains. There is no way she is still alive."

"That means her ghost has returned! She's here to seek revenge on us."

"Rong Yao!" the woman shouted sharply, lowering her voice in anger, "Calm down, we didn't kill anyone, she died on her own. We just buried her out of kindness."

The woman's cold, soothing voice had a calming effect, and Rong Yao regained some of his composure. He nodded and said, "Yes, we didn't kill her. It has nothing to do with us. Even if he came looking for her, he would still be her enemy. If you really count it, we helped her by burying her and not letting her body lie exposed in the wilderness."

Rong Yao gradually calmed down and his heartbeat stopped.

Hearing this, the woman on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief and pressed for details. "With Lu Jingyi? Si Lijue's brother? Okay, I get it. Leave this matter to me. Don't alert the enemy. You must keep calm. Mu Baoer's death has nothing to do with us!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Rong Yao glanced around and ran away stealthily, with very fast steps, as if there was a ghost here.

In another luxurious bedroom, a tall woman stood on the balcony, looking out the dark window with deep eyes, her teeth clenched, and her fingers on the balcony were clenched so tightly that they almost glowed white.

Mu Baoer, you are dead, why are you still haunting me?

There was a knock on the door, followed by the sound of the door opening. A gentle and graceful middle-aged woman appeared at the door. She looked at the woman lovingly and called softly, "Wanqing, it's time for dinner. Mom made your favorite West Lake sweet and sour fish."

Mu Wanqing's expression changed into a cute and obedient one. She flew towards the middle-aged woman, took her arm, and said affectionately, "Mommy, I love you so much! Muah!"

Mu Wanqing kissed her on the face, which made the middle-aged woman laugh heartily. The mother and daughter chatted in private, and walked downstairs hand in hand.

Mu Wanqing looks very similar to the middle-aged woman, almost like they were carved from the same mold. Looking at the middle-aged woman, I thought of Mu Wanqing thirty years later.

"Mommy, when can I meet the boyfriend Daddy introduced to me?" Mu Wanqing said shyly, her cheeks flushed.

"You're already thinking about your boyfriend right after you got back? Do you like him that much?"

"Oh, Mommy!"

"Hey, hey, hey, if you keep staying together, you'll only make enemies. You should get married soon to stop nagging me. It's so annoying." Although she said that, her expression was particularly doting.

Mu Wanqing giggled, "I am the sweet and caring little cotton-padded jacket for you and Daddy. Even after we get married, I will be around you every day. You are still the ones I love the most."

"That's a nice way to put it. His soul was hooked away before he even came back. It's exactly like when he was a kid. Before he could even walk, he'd run after Li Jue, calling him brother. Once his brother came, he'd stick to him the whole time."