At this point, Xiao Fang was so sad that she wanted to cry. "The boss jumped off a cliff in the eastern suburbs that day, and we still haven't found him."
"cliff……"
Yi felt dizzy, her blood rushed to her head, and her chest felt so tight that she couldn't speak.
Why would Mumu jump off a cliff?
Why did such a huge change happen in such a short time?
As soon as Yi looked up, about to ask more questions, Xiao Fang got up from the sofa and walked out.
As they reached the door, Xiao Fang paused and added, "Miss Yi, even for the sake of the boss, you should eat something."
With a "bang," the door closed again, Xiao Fang's footsteps faded into the distance, and the surroundings became quiet once more.
With a "plop," something slid down my cheek and flowed to the corner of my mouth; it was astringent and icy cold.
Wait, why is she crying?
Didn't they say there's still no news about Mumu? Sometimes, no news is the best news.
Her Mumu was an invincible hero; even if he jumped off a cliff, he would be fine. Perhaps he only suffered minor injuries, or perhaps he accidentally got lost, which is why he hadn't returned these past few days.
Xiao Fang is right. Even for Mu Mu's sake, she has to eat. Otherwise, if she's too thin and hungry when Mu Mu comes back, Mu Mu will probably think she's ugly.
Yi wiped away her tears, picked up her rice bowl, and began to shovel large mouthfuls of the salty, cold food soaked in her tears into her mouth.
...
"Wenya, be good, eat something. It hurts me to see you not eating or drinking."
“I remember when you were with me, you loved eating at a certain French restaurant. But I didn’t have much money back then, and you never looked down on me. You even lied to me and said you were tired of that restaurant’s food. I know you were just trying to protect my pride.”
"In the years since we separated, I have thought of you almost every day and night, about your favorite snacks, drinks, and clothes... You are the one who has kept me alive until today."
"So you see, I'm rich now. I hired the most famous French chef to make you your favorite foie gras. Sweetie, open your mouth and eat a little..."
Qin Lang sat across from Mu Wenya with a good temper, holding an exquisite plate, forking a small piece of foie gras, and bringing it to her lips.
However, this side of Qin Lang filled Mu Wenya with inexplicable terror.
She turned her head away, her lips tightly pressed together.
"Honey, why aren't you eating? Is it because the chef's cooking isn't to your liking? How about this, I'll replace him right away and hire a better chef." Qin Lang stubbornly held the sliced foie gras to Mu Wenya's lips.
The foie gras is of the highest quality, and even the side dishes are so exquisite that they are beyond reproach.
But Mu Wenya just felt disgusted.
“My brother’s life is in danger, my father was so angry that he vomited blood, and everyone in this villa is under house arrest. I can’t eat.”
Upon hearing this, Qin Lang put down his plate, leaned slightly closer to Mu Wenya, and breathed on her face.
“Wenya, I have changed their food to fresh dishes as you requested. So you don’t have to worry about them being mistreated.”
"Is that so?" Mu Wenya curled her lips into a cold smile. "Being placed under house arrest without any dignity, aren't you aggrieved?"
"Then what do you want?" Qin Lang's voice turned colder. "The torment I suffered was a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times worse than what they are experiencing now! I only fed them some rotten food, and at least they are still alive and well now."
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