"I've been thinking about this question too. By the way, have you ever read any ghost stories about rural mountain villages?"
"Go away, don't scare people like that. We're still in the countryside and haven't left yet!"
"Exactly, those ghost stories are all fake. What, you don't believe that too, do you?"
"Why wouldn't you believe it? People always say that art imitates life. Besides, what other explanation could make sense besides this? Haven't these bizarre things that have happened one after another these past two days been enough?"
"Ahem, why is my focus a little different from yours? I've been thinking about Su Mu's attitude just now. Do you think all men are so fickle? I heard yesterday that Su Mu rushed over as soon as he heard that Mo Jingjing had been wronged here. And his concern for Mo Jingjing yesterday was genuine, we all saw it. This person has just passed away, yet he's so cold and heartless, not wanting to stay even a day longer. No wonder Mo Jingjing's manager is so upset."
"Men are all like this. Let alone secret couples like them, even married couples will abandon each other when disaster strikes."
Just as these people were getting into their conversation, their phones simultaneously beeped with a text message notification.
This coincidence piqued everyone's curiosity, and they couldn't help but open their phones at the same time to check the new message content.
After a while, gasps and exclamations rang out one after another in the carriage.
These people exchanged glances in twos and threes, a knowing look flashing through their minds.
It turns out that the messages they received were all the same: to forget everything that happened in this small mountain village, especially the relationship between Su Mu and Mo Jingjing. Anyone who let slip the truth would be making an enemy of Su Mu, which would be equivalent to leaving the entertainment industry.
this……
It's clearly a threat.
Ironically, no one is immune to being threatened.
After reading the text message, everyone silently deleted it, as if nothing had happened.
About ten minutes later, each of them received notifications that 100,000 had been deposited into their accounts.
As the saying goes, "He who takes money must do the work."
After receiving the money, these people are more able to control their tongues.
The effects of the money magic were immediate. Not only did they stop talking about it, but the heated discussion that had just begun also came to an abrupt halt. Everyone tacitly changed the subject and kept quiet about it.
At this moment, everyone is preoccupied with their own thoughts; some are happy, some are sad.
Mo Yanyan was the one who was happy and delighted.
She was somewhat surprised by what Su Mu and Cheng Meng did in the morning, and secretly wondered if the two of them were acting. But after receiving these two messages, she dispelled her concerns.
Her mother said that men are the most ruthless people in the world; in their eyes, there is only beauty, not true love.
With her last bit of worry gone, Mo Yan Yan instantly relaxed and couldn't wait to go home and tell Song Wen the good news.
Mo Jingjing is dead, and all the previous grudges have been settled. As long as the mother and daughter can find a way to deal with the old woman lying in the hospital, their lives will be completely worry-free from now on.
At that moment, Mo Yanyan had no idea that while she was making a move against Mo Jingjing, Song Wen, unable to bear the torment of nightmares every night, also took action against Li Shufen.
At 5 p.m., as the whooshing sound disappeared, the plane carrying Mo Jingjing and the others landed steadily on the ground.
After all that had happened, the director gave everyone a few days off to adjust their state. After thanking the director and saying goodbye, everyone went home.
Zhang Heng was still comforting Cheng Meng in the mountain village and did not accompany Su Mu back. Just as Su Mu was about to ask someone else to send a car to pick him up, he received a call from the housekeeper.
"Hey, what did you say about the timing and which hospital is best? I understand, I'm coming over now."
After a brief exchange, Su Mu hung up the phone and changed his plans to go to the hospital.
The Su family butler just called not for anything else, but to inform Su Mu of one thing: Old Master Su is critically ill.
It would be hard to believe without seeing Su Mu with your own eyes that the stubborn, obstinate, and domineering old man was really lying on his deathbed, on the verge of death.
Because of his status, Su Mu had to be fully armed before he arrived. By the time he reached Old Master Su's bedside, it was already an hour later.
As soon as he pushed open the door to the ward, he saw someone he didn't want to see.
The other person seemed oblivious to his displeasure, and as always, put on a happy smile that she thought was charming and alluring: "Brother Su Mu, you're here. Grandpa has been talking about you. Grandpa, let Brother Su Mu keep you company for a while. I'll go out and buy you some fruit, and also pick up today's medicine from the doctor."
Bai Yingying thoughtfully walked to the old man's bedside and whispered in his ear.
"Yes, Yingying, you've really had a tough time these past few days. Alas, this old man is unlucky to have a granddaughter-in-law like you. But don't worry, once I recover and am discharged from the hospital, I will definitely make it up to you."
Grandpa Su kept his eyes on Bai Yingying, deliberately avoiding looking at Su Mu.
Su Mu didn't mind at all, and simply placed the flowers on the bedside table of Old Master Su, his expression still cold.
Only after Bai Yingying left did he speak, his voice as cold and distant as ever: "I heard from the housekeeper that you've been hospitalized for several days. Why are you only calling me today?"
Critically ill
The complexion did look somewhat similar, but Su Mu wouldn't believe it so easily.
After all, his grandfather was not like the grandfathers of ordinary families.
To achieve their goals, they will use any means necessary.
Grandpa Su glanced up at his grandson and immediately saw what Su Mu was thinking. He was furious and grabbed a cup from the bedside table, throwing it at Su Mu.
But because of his exhaustion, the cup was thrown away before he could even let go of it. It fell to the ground with a "crack" and shattered into pieces, followed by a series of rapid coughs in the ward.
Seeing that Grandpa Su was coughing so badly, Su Mu couldn't bear it and went over to help him sit down. But he inadvertently noticed that the handkerchief Grandpa Su was covering his mouth was stained with scarlet blood.
Su Mu frowned, a hint of surprise and worry flashing in his eyes: "What happened? What did the attending physician say about coughing up blood? How can it be cured?"
"Hmph, so you're only now realizing I'm your grandfather because you're worried about me!"
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