C2 Generations of Grievances Twisted His Heart

It was easy to find the kitchen, and she was hungry. She opened the refrigerator and found some noodles, eggs, ginger, and spices. Wasn't Qin Anqian very rich? Why was the kitchen so shabby? Who cares. It was best to starve him to death.

These shabby ingredients were already enough for Mu Xiaohui to cook a delicious meal. After a familiar stirring, the ginger, onion, and egg noodles were carried to the table with steaming hot steam. Let's eat to our heart's content.

Mu Xiaohui ate with relish. She sniffed the noodles and munched on them. The entire restaurant was filled with her sounds. The big waves of hair from yesterday had been casually tied up behind her. She had changed into pajamas and her makeup had faded a lot.

The steam from the noodles kept rising and blurred Mu Xiaohui's vision. But no matter how blurry it was, the moment that dark figure appeared, the chopsticks in her hand fell into the bowl in shock. She held a noodle in her mouth and shook it on both sides of the bowl like a seesaw. The funny thing was that Mu Xiaohui's shaking hands were behind her.

"Mr. Qin, I'm really hungry." Under Qin Anqian's cold and sharp gaze, Mu Xiaohui unconsciously treated everything as a mistake and apologized. She stood up. Her eyes were full of fear and panic. Her trembling hands were tugging at her dress.

Qin Anqian saw her look like she had seen a ghost, and an inexplicable anger welled up in his heart. However, he would not punish her now. Slowly, slowly, slowly, and steadily.

He threw a bank card over as if he was going to eat something. "There's fifty thousand yuan in it. It's the fee for this week." Without any extra words, he walked away.

Mu Xiaohui was embarrassed and interrupted, "Mr. Qin, I don't need it. Qin Anqian is so fast that she doesn't have the chance to finish her sentence.

Fifty thousand a week? Mu Xiaohui held the bank card and thought of the time when the fierce Qin Anqian would spend a thousand gold on her. En, he, no, Mu Xiaohui was not moved by the huge amount of work fees. She just wanted to leave Qin Anqian as soon as possible and return to her previous life. It would be best if she could catch up to this year's college entrance exam.

Qin Anqian thought of Mu Xiaohui eating noodles in the car. It was hard to understand that this girl had been in despair yesterday. Did she change into someone else today? After a moment of confusion, he narrowed his eyes. Is there something on his mind? Mu Xiaohui, let's see how long you can last!

The evil and malicious smile curved two lines at the corner of his mouth. He replayed the grudge between the Qin family and Mu family in his mind. He did not know how many times this was.

Qin Anqian's grandfather and Mu Xiaohui's grandmother had been childhood sweethearts. They had never guessed that they would be together for the rest of their lives. However, at that time, the Mu family's grandmother couldn't bear the hunger brought about by poverty. Therefore, she abandoned the grandfather of the Qin family who was making money far away from home.

The first generation had already boasted about it. However, the Qin family's grandfather had never forgotten about the Mu family's grandmother. He never blamed her for it. After they had established their own families, not only did the two families not seek revenge for the smallest grievance, they had instead become good friends who supported each other.

The same thing happened to the second generation. It was unknown whether it was fate or continuation of fate. Qin Anqian's father and Mu Xiaohui's aunt were in love, but Qin Anqian's father and Mu Xiaohui's eldest aunt were in love. Mu Xiaohui's eldest aunt was chased by a rich man and left Qin Anqian's father.

In the third generation, It was Qin Anqian's generation who thought that the feud between the two families was over. Because the Mu family didn't have a daughter, he didn't expect Mu Xiaohui to be sent to his door by her father.

Qin Anqian was worried that he would not find a chance to take revenge. His grandfather and father were depressed because of the betrayal of the Mu family women, and they died too early. He could not forget the women his grandfather thought of when he was young. He could not forget the women his father thought of when he was a teenager. They were all the gold worshippers of the Mu family.

Because of this, the women of the Qin family lived a quiet and bitter life with tears in their eyes. Their grandparents loved the cold, and their parents dreamed of sleeping in the same bed. They rarely spoke. This was all because of the Mu family!

Qin Anqian chewed on the events of the previous two generations in his mind. He had reached the point of being stubborn. He felt that this was the Mu family's debt. In his previous life, he did not pay back his descendants to redeem it.

Then, for now, it would temporarily be Mu Xiaohui, the successor of Mu family, to redeem the debt. But Qin Anqian was not willing to let this little girl repay the debts of everyone in the Mu family. It was too good for them. Mu Zhiyuan and his son were the successor of the Mu family. What they should pay back was still in the back.

Mu Xiaohui was just a pawn chess piece thrown out by the Mu family. She was used as a pawn to protect her handsomeness. Jiang Yuanzhao would follow their wishes and eliminate this soldier. Then, he would let the Mu father and son know how it felt to sink deeper and deeper into the swamp.

The cars outside were overtaken by Qin Anqian's cars one by one. The scenery kept falling back. New scenes kept appearing and quickly turned into old ones. The racing feeling was really good. It felt like he had left all the cars behind. The faint smile on Jiang Yuanzhao's lips was very faint. After the crazy thought just now, he felt very comfortable.

He thought of Mu Xiaohui's actions of eating noodles just now. It was very lively. He could not let her be so happy!

Mu Xiaohui did not know when Qin Anqian would come back and sit in this empty villa. She felt that it was somewhat like a horror film shooting scene and could not help but shiver. She then stood up and went to clean up the villa on the third floor.

Dust was blown, the table was wiped, and the floor was dragged. Washing the sheets and curtains. He didn't know why there wasn't a single person in such a big house to clean it. This didn't fit Qin Anqian's identity.

Finally, under Mu Xiaohui's afternoon of cleaning, this doghouse like house became clean and bright. She also sat on the ground and took a long breath. Before she finished, she saw the sunset outside. She felt that she was already enveloped in darkness. If Qin Anqian came back, then that would be... Her life was simply not human.

After making dinner, she would wait for the arrival of the evil ghost. Mu Xiaohui waited and waited. The clock on the wall seemed to be taking a walk and deliberately teasing her patience. Her anxiety and fear were endless.

When it was midnight, she could not take it anymore. She held the table with both hands as if she was a student listening to a lecture. But this time and again, it became the prelude to her sleep. Finally, she laid down on the table. Her face was pressed against the table. Her left hand was stretched out comfortably, and her right hand was like a fist beside her. She was like a student who was holding a pen, sleeping soundly in a book.

When Qin Anqian came back, the first thing he saw was the house that had been cleaned and could be used to live in. This was a temporary place for him to stay, and it could be considered a temporary palace, so he was usually very casual. He pressed on the cigarette ash, threw away the cigarette butt, and wiped his hands when his hands were dirty. The bedsheets, the pillows, and the tablecloths were all reduced to his rags.

He still had a bad habit of throwing things in anger. All the single items here were thrown into a mess. Now they were all cleaned or cleaned up.

Who did it? Was it this girl who was lying on the table and drooling on the floor?

Qin Anqian glanced at her and could not help but get angry. I gave you money and did not go out to dress up, but I'm here as a nanny!

He could not be bothered with her and walked a few steps. When he came back, he carried Mu Xiaohui to the bed in the room. It was almost the same as throwing her away, but it did not wake the sleeping Mu Xiaohui up. This was not because she was afraid that she would not sleep well, but because she could not let her face be crushed by her sleep just now. Then she would not use it.