109: C109 Alteration of the Father

C109 Alteration of the Father

Mu Qingqing was helping Aunt Qiong with her sleeves rolled up. She was already skilled at washing vegetables and cutting vegetables to cook.

"Qingqing, where's your grandfather?" Mu Anren staggered into the living room and immediately saw the smoke from the fire in the kitchen. Drunk and hazy, he saw her reflection in his clean body.

"Grandpa and the others left." Mu Qingqing calmly replied with a spatula in hand.

Mu Anren was stunned. Why does Mu Qingqing even look like 'her' when she cooks?

"Cuiyun …" Mu Anren muttered after being stunned for a while.

"Dad?" Of course, Mu Qingqing had heard his words. It wasn't her fault that her hearing was good.

However …

Mu Anren didn't normally call Su Cuiyun Cuiyun Cuiyun, and he never used such a soulful look.

"Where's your mom?" Mu Anren hit his head and was still in a daze from the pain. This was his daughter, Mu Qingqing, not her! It wasn't her!

"Anren, I'm here." Lili happened to be coming down the stairs, and she was glad to hear Mu Anren ask her where she was.

"Why did you ask Qing Qing to cook again? What exactly is your mother busy with all day?" Mu Anren sat on the sofa and glared at Su Cuiyun.

"I... "I was bathing Xiaoyou upstairs. The ink on her body has faded a bit. If I soak it a few more times, it might be …" It could probably be completely washed out. Mu Xiaoyou was her darling, and she used it as a shield.

When she thought about how Mu Xiaoyou was already twelve this year, how she was so angry that she had to get Su Cuiyun to fill up the tub for her even after taking a shower, and how Mu Qingqing had learned to cook early even after she had matured. Mu Anren was furious.

"You're such a big person, yet you can't even take a bath. As a mother, how did you educate your child?!"

Waking up angry! Absolutely angry from getting up! Mu Qingqing caught a whiff of the smell of smoke, but she did not intend to interrupt the conversation between Mu Xiaoyou and Su Cuiyun.

"Anren... What's wrong with you? " Lili was so angry by Mu Anren that her entire temper was gone. The way she looked at Mu Anren was full of questions.

Looking at Su Cuiyun's philanthropic face, Mu Anren suddenly thought of Su Cuiyun's suggestion a few days ago.

Allowing Mu Qingqing to move to Zhaoxi City alone, he said that she would take good care of him. After all, this was the Number One Scholar from home, and he needed her to be independent and self-reliant. It was true that Mu Xiaoyou and Mu Yichen didn't study at the same school, but that Zhaoxi City school was a new environment, so there was no need to put Mu Xiaoyou and Mu Yichen into a new environment for Mu Qingqing.

Mu Anren's words moved his heart and made him feel guilty. Mu Xiaoyou was physically weak. She would feel uncomfortable if she were to be tossed around like this, so Mu Yichen didn't have anything to say about it.

However, seeing Mu Qingqing's busy figure in the kitchen, Mu Anren raised his head and glanced at the second floor. The family was still living together, if it was as Su Cuiyun said, then wouldn't the family have collapsed?

"I don't agree with your suggestion. Since Xiaoyou has grown up, it's time for her to get used to the new environment. You have to hold her like a canary. Her braids will rise up to the sky in the future!" Mu Anren looked at Su Cuiyun with a heavy gaze as if he was treating his enemy.

Su Cuiyun's expression immediately collapsed, "Anren, are you saying that I locked Xiaoyou in a cage?"

Being held by a canary, wasn't it saying that she, Su Cuiyun, had kept Mu Xiaoyou in a cage and cut off her future path to Zhaoxi City?

"It's not like you don't know that Xiaoyou's body is weak." When Su Cuiyun saw that Mu Anren had rejected her suggestion, she suddenly became anxious for her daughter.

Mu Xiaoyou's ability to adapt to the new environment was poor. She was really thinking for Mu Xiaoyou's sake, which was why she was willing to live on this desolate mountain without any neighbors.

"Then, even more so, you should go to the Zhaoxi City and find an even better doctor.

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became very stiff. Su Cuiyun's heart was broken by Mu Anren, and she couldn't help but yell at Mu Anren: "Who do you think I'm giving my daughter to? If I don't hold her, I'll throw her to death!"

Mu Anren glared at him and immediately reacted. That's right! Wasn't Mu Xiaoyou, who Su Cuiyun was spoiled to, the daughter of him and her?

Mu Anren looked at Su Cuiyun meaningfully. After so many years, the burden of taking care of Mu Xiaoyou had all fallen on Su Cuiyun. Su Cuiyun had treated him and 'her' daughter with utmost benevolence.

"Mu Anren, you're really going too far." Su Cuiyunyin held back the tears in her eyes and walked upstairs without looking back. The door to her bedroom was slammed shut.

Mu Qingqing sucked in a breath of cold air. The oil from the wok had scalded the back of her hand. It was all her fault for paying attention to the activities happening in the living room.

"Girl, go take a shower in the cool water." Aunt Qiong quickly turned off the stove and put her hand under the tap.

"It's fine, it's fine. It's just a little bit. It's fine." She didn't care about this minor injury. When Su Cuiyun was talking, she was too busy listening to her, and she even forgot to look at Mu Anren and Su Cuiyun's thoughts at that time.

The scald was just a small episode. Mu Anren saw Su Cuiyun go upstairs. Although she didn't run up the stairs, but Mu Qingqing saw what Mu Anren really wanted to do.

Mu Anren was feeling guilty. It was all because of his guilt towards Su Cuiyun.

The content of the guilt was actually —

All these years, he had deliberately ignored Su Cuiyun's feelings for him, wholeheartedly focusing on his work and letting her nurture his three children. According to the general requirements, Su Cuiyun's mother was still considered competent. At least, when Mu Xiaoyou was sick, Su Cuiyun had never delayed her illness. Usually, she would be sent directly to the hospital.

Shock!

Shock!

Just from this alone, Mu Anren was completely sure that all of Su Cuiyun's actions were done for the sake of the three children in the family. At this moment, Mu Anren had slightly changed the decision to let Mu Qingqing do housework. It was not Su Cuiyun's intention to target him, but rather to help him sharpen his child. In other words, she did the housework for her family because she wanted to do it alone.

"Qingqing, your hand!" Aunt Qiong had just finished treating Mu Qingqing's scalding wound. A piece of scalding mushroom was thrown out of the pot and stuck to the back of Mu Qingqing's hand. The temperature was incredible.

Sure enough, after Mu Qingqing shook off the mushrooms in her hand, the skin on the back of her hand was already covered with blisters.

Mu Qingqing smiled awkwardly as she retracted her gaze. Then, she moved her hand under the tap.

"I'll do it. Go outside and rest." Seeing her distracted look, Aunt Qiong thought that it was because of the Party for Number One Scholar s' feast that she was exhausted.

"I'll be your assistant." Mu Qingqing endured the pain in her hand and helped Aunt Qiong to carry the dishes and the chopsticks. His mind was preoccupied with what had just happened.

She finally understood a principle. After being a good person for so long, there were some things that she often helped to do. Later on, it became a matter that was taken for granted by others.

And she.

He was the one who should have taken on everything in the family.

Suddenly, she thought back to what Old Master Mu said before he left. Good steel should be used on blades, and a fruit knife should only cut fruits, not bones across domains.

Mu Qingqing's eyes dimmed slightly. After she put down the chopsticks, she intentionally glanced at Mu Anren's expression. Her brows were twisted into a "chuan" shape as she fell into deep thought.

The family ate in silence for the meal. Su Cuiyun did not come down, and since there was a missing person at the table, no one dared to ask about it.

Mu Yichen was obsessed with the game he designed, while Mu Xiaoyou was worried about the ink on her face. Mu Qingqing knew that even if she asked, it would be meaningless.

The three children were cold at the same time, which made Mu Anren even more angry.

"Your mother didn't eat dinner. Why don't you guys care about her?" Mu Anren's voice broke the original silence in the living room. His voice carried a sense of majesty.

"I'm full." Mu Qingqing was the first to put down her bowl and chopsticks. She walked upstairs with a slightly dazed look on her face.

Since it was her home ground today, Mu Anren could only tolerate it.

"Mom might be losing weight again." Mu Xiaoyou said leisurely with chopsticks in her mouth.

Mu Anren frowned. Only then did he realize that he seemed to care very little about Su Cuiyun and didn't even know what she usually did.

"She often loses weight?"

"Sometimes." Mu Xiaoyou said indifferently.

Mu Anren did not reply. Facing the colorful dishes, he suddenly lost his appetite and walked upstairs.1

"..."

When Mu Qingqing opened the door, Xiaoyun had already restored the chandelier in the room. Furthermore, after recombining them, Xiaoyun had ingeniously made a new design that was even more beautiful than the previous one.

"How much longer?" Mu Qingqing wanted to cry but had no tears. She really did not ask Xiaoyun to redesign the chandelier.

"Master, wait a little longer." Xiaoyun looked into the glass in a daze as she restored the mirror to its original state.

"What's wrong? Can't it be recovered? " Mu Qingqing saw her hesitation and felt that it didn't matter even if the cup couldn't recover. Anyway, she had already told Su Cuiyun that the cup was broken.

"I don't have enough energy." Xiaoyun was energetic enough to begin with. When she was repairing the chandelier, she saw that the style of the chandelier's shade was not good, so she reinstalled it again. This caused her to run out of energy.

"Then forget it. There's no problem if I don't cultivate it." Mu Qingqing picked up the broom from the side.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow I will absorb more heat and I can repair it." Xiaoyun got up from the ground and stopped Mu Qingqing.

"Then I'll sweep the glass into a pile." As Mu Qingqing spoke, she swept the glass fragment to a corner.

What a small master!

Xiaoyun turned her gaze to the window. The two drops of blood were still the same color …

"This is …" Mu Qingqing's gaze fell on the windowsill. There were two drops of bright red blood on the bottom of the glass mat.

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