Rong Mo's expression changed drastically, but before he could make a move, Mu Ziqi rushed in front of him and slapped Gu Qingyan hard with all her might.
Mu Ziqi's movements were so swift that no one had time to react. Like an enraged lion, she charged at Gu Qingyan, slapping him with all her might. The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the air, and Gu Qingyan's head snapped to one side, a five-finger mark immediately appearing on his face.
Everyone present was stunned by this sudden turn of events, and those who came to their senses could only watch.
Tears streamed down Mu Ziqi's cheeks, her chest heaving violently, clearly enraged to the extreme. She pointed at Gu Qingyan, her voice trembling with fury, "Gu Qingyan, why did I give birth to such a scoundrel of a son!"
Every word she spoke was filled with disappointment and frustration: "How dare you speak to Zhi Qiu like that for a murderer? Even if you don't care about our past relationship, don't you consider that she's the mother of your two children?!"
"How dare you spout such nonsense here! I'll beat you to death, you unfilial son!" Mu Ziqi's voice was full of determination as she turned around and began looking for a tool to use.
"Auntie, here you go."
The same bodyguard who had stuffed the towel into Gu Ningning's mouth earlier had already taken a mop from the bathroom, quickly disassembled the wooden stick, and handed it directly to Mu Ziqi.
Mu Ziqi didn't hesitate and immediately told the bodyguards holding Gu Qingyan to move aside.
Gu Suian also came up, wanting to take the stick from Mu Ziqi's hand.
"You move aside too," Mu Ziqi said, pushing him away. "It's good that you haven't recovered yet. I'm going to personally give this unfilial son a good beating!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Qingyan received a solid blow to the back.
"Go ahead and hit me! You'll be satisfied once you kill me! You'll be childless if you kill me!" Gu Qingyan cried out in pain as he lay on the ground.
Upon hearing this, Mu Ziqi struck even harder.
One blow after another, everyone could hear the dull thud of the sticks hitting their bodies, and Gu Qingyan's defiant shouts.
Perhaps the sedative was taking effect, because Gu Qingyan's voice gradually quieted down.
"Auntie, don't be angry." Rong Mo saw that Mu Ziqi's face was red with anger and was worried that something might happen to her, so he stepped forward, took the stick, and tried to persuade her.
"You and your uncle can rest for a bit; the car is already waiting downstairs," Rong Mo continued.
Mu Ziqi nodded, her hands aching terribly.
The bodyguard stepped forward, took the stick, reassembled the mop, and put it back.
Seeing that everyone had stepped back, Huang Lin cautiously stepped forward and instructed his bodyguards to help Gu Qingyan up. His hands were sweating with nervousness, and he couldn't wait to get back to Nancheng.
On the other side.
Shen Zhi Qiu knelt devoutly before the Buddha statue, her hands clasped together, her forehead lightly touching the cold ground, and she murmured incantations in a hoarse voice.
Suddenly, Shen Zhi Qiu heard footsteps approaching from afar. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the white-haired, kind-faced master walking slowly towards her. His white beard swayed gently with his steps.
The master walked up to Shen Zhi Qiu, bowed slightly, and said, “Benefactor, your mind is too heavy, and you cannot concentrate. I'm afraid even Buddha cannot help you with what you seek. Benefactor, please leave.”
Upon hearing the master's words, Shen Zhi Qiu burst into tears. She looked up at the master and pleaded in a choked voice, "Master, I really have no other way. Please help me, okay? I came all the way up the mountain just to ask you for help."
The master looked at Shen Zhi Qiu, a hint of pity and understanding flashing in his eyes. He sighed and slowly said, "Benefactor, the arising and ceasing of fates are predetermined by Heaven. We cannot force it."
"You mean the person I'm seeking can never come back?" Shen Zhi Qiu clutched her chest, her face covered in tears.
“Benefactor, I cannot give you a definite answer. I can only say that, at present, it is impossible for him to return.” The master bowed and said softly, “Benefactor, Buddha has seen your sincerity, but please go back. If fate allows, you will meet again; if fate has run its course, forcing it will be useless.”
Wei Qiao paced anxiously outside, her heart filled with worry.
Finally, he saw Shen Zhi Qiu walk out in a daze. As she crossed the threshold of the temple, Shen Zhi Qiu tripped and fell towards the outside.
Wei Qiao rushed over and supported her. "Miss, are you alright?"
Like a walking corpse, Shen Zhi Qiu mechanically pushed away the concerned people and staggered forward. She kept muttering, "He's not coming back, Lu Jia isn't coming back, he's not coming back..."
The voice was weak and desperate, each word like a wail squeezed from the depths of the heart.
Finally, her legs could no longer support her weight, and she fell forward helplessly, about to crash heavily onto the hard stone pavement.
Wei Qiao was so frightened that his face turned deathly pale. He rushed forward and hugged Shen Zhi Qiu tightly. Wei Qiao broke out in a cold sweat.
He picked Shen Zhi Qiu up and carried her down the mountain.
At the temple gate, a young monk peeked out, his face full of curiosity and confusion. "Master, why won't you help that female benefactor?" he asked in a clear and childish voice.
The master stopped, turned around, looked deeply at the young monk, and sighed, "Some things, even if we want to help, we may not be able to change anything." After saying that, he turned and walked back into the depths of the temple.
Shen Zhi Qiu slowly opened her eyes, realizing she was lying in a moving vehicle. The interior lighting was soft and warm, but her mood was as heavy as the dark night outside the window. She struggled to sit up, and just as she was about to ask about her condition, she heard Wei Qiao's voice.
"Miss, you're finally awake?!" Wei Qiao's voice was filled with excitement and worry. "I've already told President Rong, and he's extremely worried. Let's go back and rest now, Miss. You can't keep pushing yourself like this."
Shen Zhi Qiu gently shook her head, her eyes firm and resolute. "No, Wei Qiao, I want to go to Baiyun Valley." Her voice was weak, but very determined.
“But Miss, Baiyun Valley is very far from here, surrounded by mountains. It’s already night, and it’s a remote place where we’re not familiar with the roads, so it’s easy for something to happen.” Wei Qiao tried to persuade Shen Zhi Qiu to change her mind. “If you insist on going, I’ll accompany you tomorrow at dawn, okay?”
“Okay.” Shen Zhi Qiu said softly. Wei Qiao’s words made sense, and she couldn’t risk everyone’s lives.
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