Chapter 65
Mu Qingxuan's temples began throbbing as she looked at the two familiar yet disgusting figures.
Memories came flooding back.
When she was seven years old, she had a high fever and curled up by the stove, her whole body burning as if it was about to melt.
Sun Qiumei was hugging her younger brother and feeding him egg custard, muttering, "If a girl is sick, she will get better with just a little help. The eggs are for my brother to nourish his body."
Mu Dashan sat at the eight-immortals table, drinking cheap liquor with peanuts, and turned a blind eye to her miserable condition.
Mu Dashan and Sun Qiumei have serious ideas of favoring boys over girls, but they have never been so harsh to Mu Qianqian.
Mu Qingxuan once doubted whether she was their biological child.
If her grandparents hadn’t taken pity on her and kept her by their side.
I'm afraid Mu Qingxuan wouldn't even be alive today and would have been starved to death by the two of them long ago.
In her previous life, Mu Qingxuan had become famous, and her reputation as a master of traditional Chinese medicine was known throughout the country, but the two of them never came to her on their own initiative.
But this time, she was unknown, and Mu Dashan and Sun Qiumei suddenly came to the capital with great momentum.
Mu Qingxuan would not have believed it if someone hadn't deliberately instigated her.
Her eyebrows turned cold and she glanced at Mu Qianqian fiercely.
When Mu Qianqian met her gaze, her body trembled subconsciously, and she shrank back into Sun Qiumei's arms.
When Sun Qiumei saw that Mu Qianqian was afraid of Mu Qingxuan, like a mouse seeing a cat, she immediately became unhappy.
"How can you be a sister? You bully your sister like this. You are really a wretch!"
Sun Qiumei glared at her fiercely.
Mu Qingxuan looked at Mu Dashan and Sun Qiumei who were throwing tantrums in front of the police, and her nails almost dug into her palms to steady her trembling voice.
"What are you doing in town?"
Her eyes swept over the new patches on her father's Zhongshan suit and the oil stains on her mother's earrings. These familiar details made her stomach feel sour.
Mu Dashan spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and his triangular eyes looked at his daughter twice: "Why, you don't recognize your parents after getting married? I miss you two married girls!"
Before she finished her words, Mu Qianqian, who was protected by Sun Qiumei, suddenly poked her head out from her mother's arms, her wet hair stuck to her face, but there was a calculating light in her eyes.
"Dad, Mom, the Huo family is one of the best houses in the military compound. The chandelier in the living room alone is bigger than the eight-immortal table in our hometown!"
She deliberately stretched out her tone, "My parents have come all the way here, sister, why don't you take them to see the world?"
Mu Qingxuan remained silent and did not agree immediately.
Sun Qiumei immediately perked up, her plastic earrings jingling. "That's right! After raising you to this age, we can't even enter your in-laws' house?"
"Even Chen Hongxia can enter your husband's house and be treated to delicious food and drinks. How come we raised you with so much hard work, but you can't even enter?"
"You are such an ungrateful person. If I had known I should have starved you to death, so that you wouldn't have to piss me off now."
Mu Qingxuan didn't say a word, but Sun Qiumei kept on talking and accusing others like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.
If you don’t know, you might think they are enemies.
Her plump palm suddenly rested on Mu Qingxuan's shoulder, and the black mud between her nails rubbed against her clean collar.
Mu Qingxuan's whole body stiffened, and she subconsciously shook off Sun Qiumei's hand.
Looking at the crowds of onlookers gathering around her, she finally clenched her fists and said, "Let's go."
When she turned around, she heard Mu Qianqian's triumphant chuckle, mixed with Sun Qiumei's low voice admonishment: "Don't be polite when you see something good later..."
When we arrived at the Huo family's door, the carved iron gate slowly opened.
Mu Dashan's shoes made a harsh sound on the bluestone slabs. He stretched his neck to stare at the red lanterns hanging under the porch: "Wow, this threshold is higher than my waist!"
Sun Qiumei pushed aside Wang Ma who came forward to greet her, and pressed her fat palms on the velvet sofa, her fingertips sinking deeply into the soft fabric: "This sofa feels like cotton candy!"
Aunt Wang tightened her grip on her apron slightly, her eyes swept over the cigarette butt that Mu Dashan had casually thrown on the Persian carpet. Sun Qiumei wiped the oil stains left by the crystal chandelier with her sleeve, and her smile froze on her face.
"This is……"
She looked at Mu Qingxuan.
Mu Qingxuan was staring at her father spitting into an antique vase, her throat tightening. "Auntie Wang, these are my biological parents."
Mother Wang was stunned.
Mu Qianqian had already opened the carved cupboard familiarly, grabbed a box of imported chocolates and stuffed them into her mother's hands: "Try this, I brought it back from abroad!"
Sun Qiumei bit the chocolate until crumbs flew everywhere and oil ran down the corners of her mouth: "It's much better than the fruit candies from the supply and marketing cooperative!"
Mu Dashan put his leather shoes on the mahogany coffee table and squinted his eyes at the Western oil painting on the wall: "The foreign girl in this painting is not as pretty as Cuihua from our village!"
Wang Ma's fingers turned white as she served the tea. She looked at Mu Qingxuan standing beside her with her back straight, full of confusion.
When Mu Qingxuan first came to the Huo family, her every move was very decent and she was very polite.
But the couple in front of me, one is vulgar and greedy, and the other is sarcastic and materialistic.
It is really hard to connect them with Mu Qingxuan.
If Mu Qingxuan hadn't admitted it herself, Wang Ma would never have thought that these people who she found dirty even if she looked at them for one more moment would actually be Mu Qingxuan's biological parents.
But for Mu Qingxuan's sake, Aunt Wang still entertained the two of them carefully and prepared the most fashionable fruits and tea for them.
Old Mrs. Huo walked slowly back home holding her snow-white Persian cat.
The autumn sunshine gilded the brocade cheongsam she wore, and her silver hair fluttered gently in the breeze, revealing her elegant and calm temperament.
As soon as she stepped through the carved wooden door, she heard a burst of ear-piercing laughter mixed with the rustling sound of melon seed shells falling to the ground, startling the cat in her arms so much that its ears moved slightly.
Following the sound, I saw Sun Qiumei sitting crookedly on a valuable Persian carpet, her plastic earrings jingling and her leftover melon seed shells casually thrown on the carpet.
Beside her, Aunt Wang stood there with a helpless look on her face.
Aunt Wang moved her lips as if she wanted to say something, but she held herself back.
Sun Qiumei heard the noise and looked over.
She stared at the jade bracelet on Mrs. Huo's wrist and yelled.
"This bracelet is so beautiful, is it real jade?"
Before he finished speaking, the hand covered with melon seed crumbs reached for the bracelet.
The Persian cat in Mrs. Huo's arms let out a "woof", arched its back, and instantly popped out its sharp claws.
Old Mrs. Huo took a half step back suddenly, her gray hair trembling slightly with anger.
Her well-maintained face was filled with anger and astonishment, and her usually kind eyes now became as sharp as a knife as she stared at the two people in front of her.
"presumptuous!"
Old Mrs. Huo's voice was shaking uncontrollably: "Auntie Wang, where did these two savages come from? Drive them away!"
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