Mu Qiu found warmth in Aunt Zhang.
"Aunt Zhang, my mom..." No one had told Mu Qiu about Du Tingting these days, so Mu Qiu had no choice but to ask Aunt Zhang, "Where is my mom now?"
Aunt Zhang felt a pang of sadness as she thought of her wife's tragic end. "She donated her kidney to a uremia patient at Southern Xiangjiang Hospital. Her other organs and remains were taken away by the medical school..."
Although he had been prepared for this, Mu Qiu still felt uncomfortable when he heard this.
But she couldn't cry.
Aunt Zhang saw that Mu Qiu's ward was deserted, without a bouquet of flowers or a piece of fruit, so she asked her, "Has no one come to see you?"
Mu Qiu shook his head, "Who would dare to come to see me now?" The daughter of a murderer, who would dare to be friends with her?
Aunt Zhang couldn't help but feel sad and sigh. "Before the Mu family's misfortune, Miss had countless friends around her. Why did everyone cut off contact with you after the incident? These people are so cold and indifferent..."
"How normal." Mu Qiu smiled faintly and said, "If it were me, I would also stay away from the daughter of a murderer."
"What about Miss Song? Didn't Miss Song come to see you either?" Aunt Zhang's tone was a bit complaining, thinking that Song Ci was too cruel.
Even though Mr. Mu almost killed her sister, his wife and daughter never did anything wrong to her. She had truly severed all ties with the Mu family. Aunt Zhang was very unhappy about it and felt sorry for Du Tingting.
Mu Qiu shook his head. "No, it would be better if she didn't come. Now that she's here, I don't know how to face her."
Mu Qiu was ashamed to face Song Ci, not only because of what Mu Mian had done to Song Fei, but also because he had had evil intentions towards Song Ci.
Hearing this, Aunt Zhang was about to cry. She wiped away her tears and comforted Mu Qiu: "It's okay, I'll accompany you!"
At lunchtime, Aunt Zhang went downstairs to get food, intending to buy some chicken soup and broken rice porridge for Mu Qiu.
Not long after Aunt Zhang left, the knock on the door sounded again.
Mu Qiu turned back silently and looked at the door of the ward. The door was pushed open and a tall man walked in holding a bunch of yellow roses.
After not seeing each other for many days, the cold and indifferent air that kept people at a distance from Cheng Yanmo seemed to be even stronger.
Mu Qiu looked at Cheng Yanmo, and his heart felt like it was suddenly squeezed by a hand, causing him to feel so painful that he couldn't breathe.
"Mo..." She almost blurted out Brother Mo, but when she thought about Cheng Yanmo's coldness and avoidance during this period, Mu Qiu guessed what Cheng Yanmo was thinking.
She changed her tone and called out, "Master Cheng."
Cheng Yanmo stood at the entrance, looking at her quietly.
Mu Qiu, who had just undergone surgery, hadn't regained any color on his face yet, and looked pale. His eyes, which used to be bright and lively, had also become dull, lifeless, and gray.
It's easy to feel pity for her when she's like this.
Cheng Yanmo suppressed the pity he felt for Mu Qiu. He strode over and placed the yellow roses on Mu Qiu's bedside table.
The empty house was decorated with a few bouquets of yellow roses, which suddenly made it more lively.
Mu Qiu sniffed the delicate fragrance of the yellow rose and praised, "It smells so good."
Cheng Yanmo sat down on the sofa and stared at Mu Qiu quietly. He hadn't said a word since he entered the room. Mu Qiu was uneasy under his gaze. She avoided his gaze and didn't dare to look at Cheng Yanmo.
Cheng Yanmo seemed to be talking to himself, saying, "I've been thinking a lot these days."
Guessing what Cheng Yanmo had been thinking about these days, Mu Qiu asked, "Has Master Cheng figured out the answer?"
Cheng Yanmo's eyes were complicated. He looked at Mu Qiu's thin body, thought of Mu Qiu smiling sweetly beside him, thought of her hiding in his arms sobbing softly and calling him Brother Mo, and he felt uncomfortable.
"I figured it out." He said in a deep voice.
Mu Qiu: "I want to know your answer."
Cheng Yanmo suddenly stood up. His tall and strong body blocked the sunlight outside the window and also took away a ray of light in Mu Qiu's life.
Coming to Mu Qiu's bed, Cheng Yanmo suddenly bent down and kissed Mu Qiu's forehead.
Being kissed lovingly by Cheng Yanmo, Mu Qiu felt like a criminal waiting to be sentenced. He was so nervous that he grabbed the bed sheet with both hands and didn't dare to look Cheng Yanmo in the eye.
Cheng Yanmo's kiss was just a little bit, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
"Mu Qiu." Cheng Yanmo said, "The Wangdong Cheng family is a century-old family. Every head of the family has made mistakes, but they have all protected the Cheng family and the Chuandong Group very well."
His Adam's apple moved and Cheng Yanmo paused.
He stared at Mu Qiu's face, which had lost its last bit of redness, suppressed his heartache, and spoke as calmly as possible: "The mistress of the Cheng family can be an ordinary woman, a strong woman, a teacher, or a female star, but she cannot be the daughter of a murderer."
Mu Qiu's neck was stiff, and he swallowed all the grievances and resentment back into his stomach.
"Xiao Qiu, I can't continue to meet with you. The reputation, interests, and status of the Cheng family and the Chuandong Group cannot be destroyed in my hands."
"sorry."
Cheng Yanmo stood up and turned around when Mu Qiu grabbed his wrist. Cheng Yanmo didn't turn around, but he heard Mu Qiu ask cautiously, "Brother Mo, don't you want me anymore?"
Cheng Yanmo struggled internally, but finally turned around. His eyes met Mu Qiu's tearful eyes, and his heart ached.
He cruelly brushed off Mu Qiu's hand, looked at the floor and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Mo can't have you." Cheng Yanmo fled from the ward as if there were jackals and tigers behind him.
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