Not just Lou Qinxue?

Mu Xiaocheng's heart skipped a beat, and her brows furrowed: "So, you mean my mother's death is related to my aunt?"

Zhou Ningshuang nodded noncommittally: "You're quite smart."

"Indeed, Zhou Ningyi was afraid that your birth would affect her status in the Meng family, so she plotted to harm your mother."

"As for what happened next, you should know by now, right?"

Mu Xiaocheng frowned at Zhou Ningshuang's evasive words, then suddenly smiled and said, "Do you really think... my relationship with my aunt over the years will crumble because of your few words?"

There were indeed many suspicious points about her mother's death, but how could she easily believe it based on just a few words from Zhou Ningshuang?

Furthermore, Zhou Ningshuang harbors resentment towards her aunt and certainly doesn't want her to have a good time.

If she were to fall for that so easily, wouldn't she be incredibly foolish?

Zhou Ningshuang's face showed a slight crack, but she quickly regained her composure.

“It’s okay if you don’t believe me. I don’t expect you to fall out with Zhou Ningyi because of what I said.”

"I just want to tell you that some people can't be trusted, especially those women who look respectable on the outside but are actually fake kind."

After Zhou Ningshuang finished speaking, she prepared to leave.

Mu Xiaocheng stepped in front of her, blocking her way.

A sarcastic smile played on her lips as she said to Zhou Ningshuang, "You've repeatedly attacked me, instigating your pawns to turn against me. When are we going to settle this score?"

Mu Xiaocheng winked at Zhou Ningshuang: "Aunt Zhou, you are the elder, you set a time."

Zhou Ningshuang froze on the spot.

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Mu Xiaocheng wanted to settle accounts with her?

Ha, what a joke.

"Miss Mu, perhaps there's some misunderstanding? Me, trying to get back at you? Where's the evidence?"

Faced with Zhou Ningshuang's shameless retort, Mu Xiaocheng was too lazy to argue with her. Instead, she said, "Today is Grandpa Zhou's birthday banquet. Seeing blood is bad luck. Next time we meet, you won't be able to say so much."

Mu Xiaocheng's tone was cold and arrogant, carrying a chilling aura.

Zhou Ningshuang subconsciously took a step back, forcing herself to remain calm as she said, "What? Miss Mu wants to do it herself?"

Mu Xiaocheng blinked and said innocently, "Yeah, I usually like to teach people like you a lesson."

Zhou Ningshuang smiled faintly, her red lips curving upwards in a chilling way.

"If you want to mess with me, you'd better think twice about your own capabilities. Without evidence, you think... ah!"

Before Zhou Ningshuang could finish speaking, Mu Xiaocheng grabbed her by the neck with a swift movement.

Mu Xiaocheng stood behind her, one arm around her neck, slowly tightening.

Zhou Ningshuang was having trouble breathing; her breathing was rapid, and her neck was aching.

She tried to pry Mu Xiaocheng's arm open, hoping to get some relief, but Mu Xiaocheng was very strong and wouldn't let her move an inch.

"Don't move, let me finish. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that my hands will still be able to obey my commands."

As soon as Mu Xiaocheng said this, Zhou Ningshuang immediately stopped moving.

"Your resentment towards my aunt isn't just because of a man, is it?"

Zhou Ningshuang remained silent, unable to speak, and could only forcefully pull on Mu Xiaocheng's hand.

It's definitely not just because of one man.

The feuds between prominent families are often intricate and complex.