Song Ci flipped the surveillance video forward and saw Aunt Zhang walking out of Du Tingting's room, clutching a small white medicine box. Du Tingting followed her, yelling at her, but Aunt Zhang ignored her and hurried downstairs.
Du Tingting stood at the door for a while, then went back to her room and slammed the door shut.
Song Ci paused the video, zoomed in on Aunt Zhang's portrait, and took a closer look at the small bottle in her hand. The portrait was blurry, and the words on it were unclear. All he could vaguely see was a purple-red streak on the white box.
Song Ci frowned and thought for a moment, then thought of something. She quickly opened Baidu and searched for "mifepristone." On the Baidu page, she successfully found a photo that looked exactly like the medicine box in Aunt Zhang's hand.
Mifepristone.
That's the famous abortion pill.
Song Ci turned off her phone, her expression a bit complicated. Was her mother planning to take abortion pills and abort the baby?
Song Ci knew exactly why Du Tingting wanted to take the abortion drug. She wanted to abort the baby and donate her heart to Mu Qiu! After all, no hospital or institution would agree to a pregnant woman donating her organs!
Song Ci just felt sad. It was not worth it for Mu Qiu!
After turning off the surveillance footage, Song Ci walked out of the bathroom and was about to wash her hands when she looked up and saw a white figure standing at the sink with her back to her, putting on makeup. Song Ci didn't need to look at the person in the mirror to tell who this person was.
It’s Mu Qiu.
Song Ci laughed at her: "It's already so beautiful, why are you still painting it?"
Mu Qiu looked up at the mirror and saw Song Ci standing behind him with a smile on his face.
Mu Qiu pursed her red lips to make sure the lipstick was applied properly, then turned back to look at Song Ci and said to her, "Sister, I plan to find a man to have sex with tonight." This is also on Mu Qiu's bucket list.
Song Ci's expression changed slightly. "Are you serious?"
Mu Qiu nodded seriously. "Yes, I'm an adult now. I want to spend the rest of my life doing things I haven't had time to do before." She had never been in love before, and she wanted to experience the joys of adulthood before she died.
Although she understood Mu Qiu's thoughts, Song Ci found it hard to approve of Mu Qiu's approach. She said, "Qiu Qiu, sex should be done with the one you love."
Mu Qiu's eyes suddenly became lonely, and she murmured, "How can I have time to love someone?"
Song Ci was speechless when he was touched by these words.
Mu Qiu put her lipstick into her handbag and tidied her hair. She smiled playfully at Song Ci and said mischievously, "Sister, my father left early for something. If he calls to ask you where I am, just tell him I'm at your place."
After saying that, Mu Qiu turned around and left.
Song Ci stayed there for a moment before leaving with a heavy heart.
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Mu Qiu stood in the magnificent banquet hall, looking at the dazzling man in the crowd from afar. She clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and mustered her courage to step towards him.
"Master Cheng."
Cheng Yanmo turned around when he heard the voice and saw the little girl behind him. He did not look surprised.
The two had just met at a bar the night before, so seeing each other again didn't feel strange. "Mu Qiu...are you Mr. Mu Mian's youngest daughter?" Cheng Yanmo had met Mu Mian before, so he naturally guessed Mu Qiu's identity.
Mu Qiu nodded slightly.
Seeing that Mu Qiu was a little nervous, and seemed to have something to say, but for some reason he found it difficult to speak, Cheng Yanmo understood and said, "Do you have something to say to me?"
Mu Qiu's heart was pounding, but he nodded vigorously. "Master Cheng, can we borrow a place to talk?"
The banquet was almost over, and since everyone who needed to be entertained had been served, Cheng Yanmo had some extra time. He nodded and led Mu Qiu to the circular balcony outside the banquet hall.
When Song Ci returned to the banquet hall, she saw Mu Qiu and Cheng Yanmo walking side by side towards the balcony. Thinking of what Mu Qiu said in the bathroom, how could Song Ci not understand what Mu Qiu wanted to do with Cheng Yanmo.
In their previous life, Mu Qiu and Cheng Yanmo were husband and wife, deeply in love. Cheng Yanmo, always distant and indifferent to others, was loving and protective of Mu Qiu. Watching their backs, Song Ci suddenly realized that some things were destined.
There was no one on the balcony. Even if someone wanted to come, they would stop when they saw Cheng Yanmo standing on the balcony.
Cheng Yanmo turned the wine glass, looked at the moths flying into the flame under the street light in the distance, and asked the little girl beside him in a deep voice: "What do you want to tell me?" Cheng Yanmo had already seen that Mu Qiu was ready to make a move.
Mu Qiu stared at Cheng Yanmo's cold profile. She mustered up the courage to move closer to him. Smelling the lily perfume on the girl, Cheng Yanmo tilted his head slightly and glanced at her.
Tonight, Mu Qiu wore a long white halter dress with sleeves covered in a thin, transparent white veil. Her hair was slightly curly, her face was fair, and her figure was slender, making her look incredibly light, like a pure elf.
Cheng Yanmo really likes this type of girl. She looks clean and delicate.
Mu Qiu poked Cheng Yanmo's arm.
Cheng Yanmo came back to his senses, looked down at the slender jade fingers resting on his arm, and whispered, "What are you doing?" He had been in the business world for several years, had seen countless flatterers, and had also encountered women who were attracted to him. How could Cheng Yanmo not understand what was going on behind Mu Qiu's hesitant look?
Mu Qiu held her skirt tightly with her right hand, but her expression remained calm. She asked, "Master Cheng, do you accept premarital sex?"
Mu Qiu's straightforwardness made Cheng Yanmo inexplicably happy. "Why, little Mu Qiu is interested in me?" Cheng Yanmo was used to seeing subtle and hypocritical flatterers, so when he suddenly met a girl like Mu Qiu, he looked at her with a different eye.
Under Cheng Yanmo's deep gaze, Mu Qiu nodded seriously.
Seeing this, Cheng Yanmo's expression became a little more serious. "Mu Qiu, I'm not the kind of person who will be responsible for you forever just because I sleep with you." Cheng Yanmo is not a pure-hearted person. He has had a few relationships, but he is not the kind of man who will be responsible for a girl just because he sleeps with her.
His status and position gave him the capital to act recklessly.
Hearing Cheng Yanmo's answer, Mu Qiu's eyes lit up. "That's great." Knowing that he had a short life, Mu Qiu needed to find a man like Cheng Yanmo who was rational but ruthless.
This way, Cheng Yanmo wouldn't be sad after her death.
Seeing that Mu Qiu was so satisfied with his answer, Cheng Yanmo was a little surprised.
This is a contradictory little girl.
Mu Qiu was passionate and bold. She looked up at the tall and straight Cheng Yanmo, holding her breath, and asked him, "Master Cheng, can you accompany me tonight?"
Cheng Yanmo had drunk some wine and was slightly tipsy, but he was still sane and conscious. However, looking at the girl's eyes filled with invitation and enthusiasm, he felt restless inside.
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