"What's wrong?" Shen Zhi Qiu looked in Rong Mo's direction with some confusion, and after seeing the room he went to, she couldn't help but purse her lips.
Because Yan Yan was still present, Shen Zhi Qiu didn't say much.
"Yan Yan, have another bowl of soup." Aunt Zhao smiled and stepped forward to smooth things over, serving Yan Yan another bowl of hot soup.
Yan Yan couldn't refuse, so she took the drink and praised, "It's really delicious, thank you Aunt Zhao."
Although curious, Yan Yan didn't ask any questions. She just kept her head down, ate her meal, and chatted with Shen Zhi Qiu and the others.
"Zhiqiu, Dad brought you some small cakes, perfect for afternoon tea."
Suddenly, Rong Hong's hearty laughter came from the doorway. The next second, Zhi Qiu saw Rong Hong, dressed in a black coat, carrying a pink cartoon paper bag, stride in, looking quite out of place.
When Rong Hong saw that Yan Yan was also at home, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and his eyes darted around, but he quickly smiled and strode into the dining room. "Yan Yan is here too. Let's have some cake together. This dessert shop is pretty good."
Aunt Zhao stepped forward at the right moment, took the cake from Rong Hong's hand, and said with a smile, "Zhi Qiu's brother just bought her a small cake too. You father and son are really of the same mind!"
“Really?” Rong Hong said with a smile. “That’s quite a coincidence! We were thinking the same thing.”
As he spoke, Rong Hong turned around and looked around, but did not see Rong Mo. So he asked with some confusion, "Where is Rong Mo? Wasn't he supposed to be here? Why haven't I seen him?"
"My brother has something to attend to, Dad, please wait a moment." Shen Zhi Qiu pursed her lips, signaling Rong Hong not to ask any more questions for the time being.
Rong Hong immediately understood. He glanced at Yan Yan and casually changed the subject, "Aunt Zhao, after you tidy up the table, make a pot of hot tea. It'll go well with the cake. These young girls will definitely love these sweet treats, and they won't get tired of drinking tea with them."
While drinking tea, Shen Zhi Qiu and Lu Jia were somewhat absent-minded, glancing occasionally in the direction of Shen Mei Yan's room. Yan Yan and Rong Hong also noticed this.
After politely finishing afternoon tea, Yan Yan gracefully got up to say goodbye.
“Perfect timing, I also need to take care of some things in the city. I can give you a ride home on the way,” Rong Hong said, standing up as well.
"Mr. Rong, no need, it's too much trouble for you." Yan Yan waved her hand a little embarrassedly, "I'll just take a taxi later, it's very convenient."
"How can that be? You came all this way to visit Zhi Qiu, and I'm just passing by. It's no trouble at all. Let's go." Rong Hong said, getting up to grab his coat, waiting for Yan Yan to leave together.
Yan Yan lowered her eyes, realizing she couldn't refuse any longer, and quickly stood up, picked up the bouquet Rong Mo had given her, turned to Shen Zhi Qiu with a smile and said, "Zhi Qiu, then please tell Rong Mo that I'm leaving now. Thank you for your hospitality."
"We should be thanking you."
Lu Jia helped Shen Zhi Qiu to her feet and said gratefully to Yan Yan.
"No need to see me off, Zhi Qiu. You need to rest well. If anything happens, just let me know. I'll come again in a few days so I can adjust the nutritional meal plan according to your situation."
When Yan Yan saw that Shen Zhi Qiu was about to see her to the door, she quickly stopped him.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Shen Zhi Qiu said with a smile.
After seeing Yan Yan off and closing the villa door, Shen Zhi Qiu's smile vanished instantly. She immediately pulled Lu Jia anxiously toward Shen Mei Yan's room.
"Don't rush, take your time." Lu Jia carefully protected her.
Pushing open the door, Shen Zhi Qiu saw Shen Mei Yan being forcibly pressed down on the shoulders by a bodyguard, her hair disheveled, kneeling on the carpet, with a pile of incomprehensible tarot cards scattered haphazardly in front of her, some red marks still faintly visible on them.
Rong Mo sat coldly on the single sofa next to her, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he looked at Shen Meiyan.
"What's wrong? Brother, what are all these things?" Shen Zhi Qiu looked at Rong Mo with some confusion.
“I’m not entirely sure either, but I’ve already sent a message to a friend who knows.” Rong Mo glanced coldly at Shen Meiyan. “We’ll get a reply soon.”
"Hmph," Shen Meiyan raised her head defiantly and snorted coldly, looking at Shen Zhi Qiu and shouting, "Shen Zhi Qiu, do you think you can act arrogantly just because you have someone backing you up?"
You think just giving birth safely is enough? Let me tell you, the real skill is ensuring the child grows up healthy and safe! I think that's really hard to say!
As soon as Shen Meiyan finished speaking, Shen Zhi Qiu raised her hand, but Lu Jia was worried that Shen Zhi Qiu's emotional outburst would harm her health, so she quickly reached out to stop her.
Xiao Lei, who was standing to the side, had already taken the initiative and slapped Shen Meiyan across the left cheek, saying coldly, "If you can't speak, you can sew your mouth shut."
After saying that, she turned around and bowed slightly to Shen Zhi Qiu, "Miss, please don't be angry. My hands hurt. Just tell me what you need and I'll do it."
"So, you're trying to use tarot cards to cast a spell to curse my sister?"
Rong Mo glanced at the message from his friend, then looked at Shen Meiyan with a serious expression.
"Is this dark magic?" Lu Jia frowned as he looked at the cards scattered on the ground.
"You know tarot cards too?" Rong Mo looked at Lu Jia with some surprise.
"I don't really understand. I know a little bit, but I'm not clear on the specifics. I've only occasionally heard of people using black magic to summon other black magic, to cast curses or something like that," Lu Jia replied.
"Hahahaha," Shen Meiyan on the ground burst into laughter, "What do you know? These cards are stained with my blood. From now on, they will obey my commands. I will tell them to cast spells on whomever I want. Just you wait!"
"Do you know that this will backfire on the master?" Lu Jia asked Shen Meiyan calmly. "Although I don't understand it very well, I know that you can't easily nurture a blood card, as it will bring endless misfortune to the master. No matter how vicious the curse you cast on others, it will eventually backfire on yourself."
"How is this possible?!" A hint of panic flashed across Shen Meiyan's face. The "witch" who taught her had never told her any of this. She had only learned a little bit and carried her tarot cards with her every day. She had also brought them with her when she came to the capital this time, with the purpose of seizing every opportunity to cast a curse on Shen Zhi Qiu.
“We don’t need to worry about that.” Rong Mo stood up. “Shen Meiyan’s ritual wasn’t completed, so it won’t have any effect.”
In principle, Rong Mo is a complete atheist and would never believe these things, but he was unsure whether Shen Zhi Qiu and the others would believe him, so he said these things to reassure them.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
