Chapter 138
The Huo family's old house was silent late at night, and Mu Qingxuan tossed and turned in her sleep.
The moonlight shone through the carved window lattices, casting mottled shadows on her face, which flickered between light and darkness, and dreams overwhelmed her like a tide.
She felt her consciousness gradually blurring, her body becoming lighter, and when she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a strange and cold room.
The surrounding decorations were luxurious yet depressing. The crystal chandelier emitted a cold light. The dressing table that had originally been filled with various precious jewellery was now empty.
Mu Qingxuan raised her head and looked at the figure in the mirror, but her heart suddenly trembled.
The face in the mirror was actually Mu Qianqianâs!
His face was pale and haggard, and his eyes were full of fear and despair.
"Long wind!"
She shouted subconsciously, but her voice was so hoarse that she could hardly make any sound.
Memories flooded into her mind like fragments, and she was shocked to realize that she had become Mu Qianqian and was experiencing her tragic life.
Not long after the marriage, Huo Changfeng passed away unexpectedly, and the Huo family vented their anger on Mu Qianqian, with endless accusations and insults coming like a storm.
Cui Lirong's usual amiable demeanor was gone, her eyes filled with disgust and resentment, she sneered and said, "It's all because of you, this jinx, that my son died!"
She was locked up in a damp and dark basement, where she could only eat moldy food every day and had to endure all kinds of inhuman torture.
Cui Lirong humiliated and tortured her in various ways, dripping hot wax on her body and pinching her flesh with sharp nails. Every time of pain made her almost collapse.
The scene changed and she saw "Mu Qingxuan".
"Mu Qingxuan" was dressed in gorgeous clothes and stood in the center of the crowd as the wife of the richest man, receiving respect and envy from everyone.
But she curled up in a dark corner, no one cared about her, and the jealousy and unwillingness in her heart gnawed at her like a poisonous snake.
Then she returned to the time before she got married.
This time, she tried every means to change the engagement and married Shi Feihua as she wished.
However, married life did not go as she wished, but became even more painful.
Shi Feihua ignored her and spent his time drinking and carousing outside, and other people in her husband's family also mocked her.
Her life fell into deeper despair, and every day was spent in pain and suffering.
She was still overshadowed by "Mu Qingxuan".
"No!"
Mu Qingxuan screamed in her dream and suddenly woke up.
She was breathing heavily, cold sweat soaking her back, and her heart was beating wildly in her chest, as if it was about to burst through her chest.
She rubbed her chest with trembling hands, and the scenes in her dream kept replaying in her mind, her brows full of anger.
The moonlight was still cold and the room was eerily quiet, with only her rapid breathing echoing.
She knew that Mu Qianqian might have had a miserable life in her previous life, but that shouldn't be a reason for her to hurt others.
All the evil deeds that Mu Qianqian committed in this life were her own fault and had nothing to do with me.
But even so, the fear and anger brought by the nightmare could not dissipate for a long time.
Although the dead are the most important, Mu Qingxuan still couldn't help but want to yell: Why are you still bothering her when she's already dead?
She rubbed her eyebrows, feeling very annoyed, and tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep in the second half of the night.
The next morning, sunlight poured into the room through the curtains, and Mu Qingxuan got out of bed with dark circles under her eyes.
Seeing her haggard appearance, Huo Changfeng hugged her in his arms distressedly: "Xuanxuan, what's wrong? Did you not sleep well?"
Mu Qingxuan shook her head: "It was just a nightmare, I'm fine."
After going downstairs.
Cui Lirong also came over with a worried look on her face, and gently stroked her cheek with her hand: "How about not going to school today and taking a day off to rest at home?"
Mu Qingxuan forced herself to smile and declined, "No, Mom. It's not a big deal."
She didn't want to worry her family, and she didn't want a nightmare to affect her life.
Watching Mu Qingxuan's back as she walked out the door, Yao Jinglan sighed softly.
She spoke slowly: "It seems that Mu Qianqian's death still had an impact on Qingxuan."
Her voice was full of heartache and worry.
Old Mrs. Huo's face turned awkward instantly. She felt guilty when she thought of how she had been bewitched by Mu Qianqian and had made things difficult for Mu Qingxuan.
She glanced at Yao Jinglan guiltily, opened her mouth, but ultimately did not dare to say anything. She just lowered her head silently, sinking into deep self-blame.
Saturday soon arrived and Mu Qingxuan came to the state-owned hotel.
The crystal chandelier illuminates the hall.
When Mu Qingxuan walked into the box wearing shallow leather shoes, her slender ankles were revealed at the slit of her cheongsam.
The moment he pushed open the door of the box, Ni Yeping stood up.
"Comrade Xiao Mu!"
He was wearing a dark blue Zhongshan suit with a pen in his chest pocket, and he looked three times more energetic than when he was in the ward.
Ni Ruolan was wearing a beige sweater and pouring soup into a bone china bowl. "I don't know what you like to eat, Comrade Xiao Mu. I just looked at the popular menu and ordered something at random."
Mu Qingxuan glanced at the sumptuous table and said, "It's already very sumptuous. Thank you."
Her eyes swept across Ni Yeping's straight back and she asked in surprise, "But old director, are you discharged from the hospital now?"
"Thanks to you!" Ni Yeping laughed heartily, "I am completely healed now. Lying down any longer might be bad for my health."
Ni Ruolan shook her head helplessly and pushed the bowl full of mushroom soup in front of Mu Qingxuan.
Her nails were neatly trimmed and painted a light nude color.
"After the examination results two days ago showed that he had recovered, Dad has been clamoring to be discharged from the hospital, and nothing can stop him."
"Dad is a person who can't sit still. It was not easy to force him to stay in the hospital to recuperate."
Mu Qingxuan took the bowl of soup and, amid the steam, she suddenly remembered that Yao Jinglan was also so stubborn and refused to rest when she was in Lotus Village.
It seems that the older generation all have this kind of personality.
She put down the spoon and said, "Old Director, can I take your pulse again?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Ni Yeping had already extended his hand generously, and the calluses on his palm rubbed against her cold fingertips.
"Thank you very much, Comrade Xiao Mu."
The moment the three fingers fell, the box was so quiet that one could hear the light sound of the soup spoon hitting the edge of the bowl.
Mu Qingxuan lowered her eyes and stared at the protruding blue veins on the back of the old man's hand, feeling the steady and strong pulse.
"The pulse is steady, and the qi and blood are balanced." When she looked up, the strands of hair on her temples brushed past her ears. "As long as you avoid extreme mood swings and take care of your diet, there will be no problem at all."
A relieved smile appeared in Ni Ruolan's eyes and she breathed a sigh of relief.
The three of them chatted for a while, and when they had eaten and drunk their fill, Ni Yeping suddenly put down his teacup, and the bottom of the cup made a crisp sound when it hit the mahogany table top.
He asked, "Comrade Xiao Mu, I have something to say, but I don't know if I should say it or not."
"dad!"
Ni Ruolan seemed to have guessed what Ni Yeping was going to say, and she almost dropped the serving chopsticks in her hand: "Can you give me some prelude?"
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