"Yun Shu, you..."
"Father." Before he could finish speaking, Rong Shang coldly interrupted him. Then, under Fu Beiyao's surprised gaze, she took a few steps forward and stopped in front of Mu Qinghai.
It was already winter, and the night temperature was exceptionally cold.
She was only wearing a thin nightgown. Fu Beiyao glanced at her and frowned in displeasure.
Soon, he walked past Rong Chang.
"Yun Shu, Tenth Master has already agreed to lend me the money to do business, how could you—" Mu Qinghai glanced at the tall man's back in front of him, then lowered his voice, somewhat unable to understand Rong Shang's actions.
Thinking of what had just happened, he pursed his lips. "Yun Shu, I apologize to you on behalf of your brother."
"I also hope you can talk to Fourth Master about this money—"
“Father.” Rong Shang glanced at him coldly and turned away. “Now that you are getting old, it is unknown how long you will live. I think you should not overwork yourself and enjoy your old age.”
To be honest, Rong Shang's words didn't sound very pleasant.
So, almost at the same time, Mu Qinghai's expression changed.
"What do you mean?" he said with a dark face. "Yun Shu, I don't like hearing what you're saying."
"It's cold, put this on."
Just as she was about to chase after him, Fu Beiyao returned and brought another cloak, which he draped over Rong Chang's shoulders.
Rong Shang looked up at him, then symbolically tightened her grip on her cloak. "Thank you."
Fu Beiyao nodded slightly.
Then he raised his head, his deep gaze falling on Mu Qinghai's face.
"Since Fourth Sister-in-law said she wouldn't lend it to you, then I won't lend it to you either," someone said willfully.
Mu Qinghai's face stiffened, "..."
Looking at his daughter, who seemed so unfamiliar to him, he couldn't help but clench his fists at his sides.
After narrowing his eyes and pondering for a moment, Mu Qinghai finally spoke, "I understand, you're getting revenge on us, aren't you?"
First it was Mu Yunqing, then Mu Zhonghe, and now it's him again!
Mu Qinghai finally understood.
"Heh." He chuckled sarcastically. "Good, very good. Sure enough, once the kids grow up and become successful, they start to forget where they originally grew up."
They don't want their parents; they've raised an ungrateful child.
"I haven't forgotten."
Under Mu Qinghai's mocking and disappointed gaze, Rong Shang turned around once again.
This time, her gaze was sharp, and the slight smile on her lips carried a hint of coldness.
In my line of sight, she walked towards me step by step.
“If I had forgotten, I wouldn’t have treated you like this today.”
"What?" Mu Qinghai was somewhat taken aback.
It seems... he couldn't understand what she was saying.
Of course, the original owner is dead, and now only Rong Chang possesses those painful memories.
Outsiders naturally cannot understand it.
The only reason she can now bring up and use as a pretext for revenge is the death of the original owner's mother.
"Father, do you still remember that woman named Huang Wan'er?"
Huang Wan'er, the original owner's mother.
Rong Shang sneered, "That year, for the sake of your so-called entrepreneurship, do you remember how you treated her?"
He sold off his dowry from his family without permission to start his own business. Oh, he did make a fortune later, but by then Huang Wan'er was already terminally ill.
Mu Qinghai, however, spent his days and nights taking his wife out for lavish meals and drinks, flaunting their so-called affection.
As a result, they became a model couple in the southern part of the city.
Tsk, it's ironic, really.
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