Chapter 87
Under the light of the crystal chandelier, the shouting and cursing of Mu Dashan and his wife echoed in the living room.
Cui Lirong's delicate eyebrows frowned instantly.
She stepped forward quickly on her high heels, and the hem of her silk shirt was lifted up by the wind: "Enough! You are making trouble in my Huo family, what do you think this place is?"
Sun Qiumei slumped down on the carpet, tears mixed with powder on her face, still shouting at the top of her voice: "The child in her belly is of unknown origin. As parents, how can we tolerate such a thing? Of course we have to clean up the mess!"
"Where's the evidence?"
Cui Lirong placed her handbag heavily on the coffee table, pointed her nail-painted fingers at the ground, and said in a voice as cold as ice: "You want to throw dirty water on my daughter-in-law with empty words?"
"Our whole family has seen what Qingxuan has done since she married into the Huo family. She is definitely not someone who would do something like that."
"How can you be parents if you don't even trust your own children?!"
When she turned around, her eyes softened and fell on Mu Qingxuan's slightly pale face.
"Don't be afraid, mom is here."
Mu Qingxuan felt a sore nose and subconsciously looked at Huo Changfeng beside her.
There was still a chill around the man, but the moment he looked into her eyes, the frost in his eyes melted into spring water.
He stretched out his long arms and gently brought her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, and said in a low and firm voice: "I believe you."
The warm breath brushed past her ears, and Mu Qingxuan felt her eyes getting hot, and her fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of his coat.
When Huo Changfeng raised his head, his gaze returned to its cold, sharp look.
He glanced at Mu Dashan and his wife, and said with his thin lips: "Come with me to the study."
When he turned around, his palms were still firmly clasped around Mu Qingxuan's waist, and he did not let go until Cui Lirong came forward.
Cui Lirong looked at Mu Qingxuan's red wrist distressedly, and reached out to gently cover it: "Are you scared?"
She rubbed the red mark with her thumb, as if to rub away all the grievances.
"Mom, I really didn't..."
Mu Qingxuan reiterated in a trembling voice.
"Silly child, Mom believes you."
Cui Lirong hugged him into her arms, and the elegant jasmine scent mixed with the faint perfume on her body enveloped him: "I have never seen parents like this."
She frowned and shook her head, her tone full of indignation: "You don't even trust your own daughter. You say you're doing this for your own good, but how can you use trumped-up charges to throw dirty water on a child?"
She patted Mu Qingxuan's back gently: "Good child, I know you have suffered. With your mother here, no one can bully you."
Mu Qingxuan's eyes became hot and crystal tears almost fell.
She nodded heavily, her voice a little hoarse: "Thank you, Mom."
Cui Lirong gently stroked the red mark on Mu Qingxuan's wrist, her brows twisted into a shallow frown.
She looked up at the girl's pale but stubborn face, and a feeling of bitterness welled up in her heart.
It is hard to imagine that this well-educated daughter-in-law with excellent medical skills comes from such a harsh family.
"Qingxuan," she said, her voice softening unconsciously, her fingertips stroking the broken hair at the temples of Mu Qingxuan, "How did you grow up to be like this in such an environment?"
Mu Qingxuan lowered her eyes and looked at the carpet, her eyelashes casting fine shadows under her eyes.
After a moment, she raised a gentle arc at the corner of her lips: "I grew up with my grandparents. Grandpa taught me medicine, and grandma taught me how to be a person..."
Memories came flooding back like a tide: the aroma of medicine in the courtyard of her hometown, the tune her grandmother hummed while sewing shoe soles, and the scene of her grandfather teaching her to identify herbs step by step, all emerged in her mind one by one.
Cui Lirong's eyes suddenly lit up, and she tapped the back of Mu Qingxuan's hand gently: "Why not bring your grandmother to the capital!"
She became more and more excited as she spoke, her chest rising and falling slightly: "The medical conditions here are good, and it's convenient to live here. Grandma will definitely enjoy it!"
Mu Qingxuan was stunned, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
"But..." She bit her lower lip, "Grandma is used to country life, I'm afraid she won't want to leave."
In her previous life, she did invite her grandmother to come to town many times.
But grandma always said that she had to take care of the old house and grandpa's grave, and was always unwilling to come.
"Silly girl." Cui Lirong pinched her cheek, "When people get old, they look forward to having children and grandchildren around them. Now that you have your own little family and are pregnant, grandma might be willing to come over?"
Her eyes were firm, with unquestionable warmth: "Besides, there are many elders at home, it's lively!"
"If the old lady could have someone of the same age to talk to, she would be so happy!"
If there was someone who could talk at home, Mrs. Huo wouldn't have to run outside all day.
Besides, Cui Lirong thought, Mu Qingxuan’s grandmother was also half her mother.
It is their duty and responsibility as children to take care of their elderly parents.
Mu Qingxuan's eyes gradually brightened, with tiny glimmers of light in her eyes.
Yes, everything has changed in this life, and grandma might also change her mind.
She grabbed Cui Lirong's hand, her voice filled with expectation: "Can you really bring grandma over?"
"certainly!"
Cui Lirong smiled and patted the back of her hand, and smoothed out her messy hair.
She said, "When Changfeng finishes this project, let him drive over to pick her up in person! Then we'll find the most sunny room for the old lady, and we'll show our filial piety!"
Mu Qingxuan nodded heavily, with a slight sour feeling at the tip of her nose.
In the study.
The heavy oak door closed behind him with a dull thud.
Huo Changfeng unbuttoned his black coat and casually hung it on the brass hanger, revealing the ironed white shirt underneath.
His movements were calm and graceful, but they carried an invisible sense of oppression that made people dare not look directly at him.
Mu Dashan and Sun Qiumei froze in place. Their coarse cotton jackets and cheap polyester shirts looked out of place in this study room filled with sandalwood bookshelves and leather sofas.
Sun Qiumei secretly glanced at the valuable celadon vase in the corner, swallowed, and subconsciously pulled back her muddy soles.
Mu Dashan's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the momentum he had originally been shouting in the living room was like a punctured ball, and it was instantly deflated.
Huo Changfeng slowly sat down on the leather swivel chair, resting his elbows on the carved walnut desk and folding his fingers against his lips.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the imported fountain pen on the table, as if the two people in front of him were nothing but air.
Silence filled the air and the seconds ticked.
Sun Qiumei's nails dug deeply into her palms, and Mu Dashan's toes rubbed the carpet nervously. The two looked at each other from time to time, their eyes full of panic and helplessness.
Finally, when the two were almost unable to hold back, Huo Changfeng raised his head.
His dark eyes were like a bottomless cold pond, sweeping across the pale faces of the two people: "Tell me, what is your purpose?"
The voice was low and cold, without a trace of emotion.
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