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She had come to the Charm City for a week already. Today was Old Master Rong's sixtieth birthday.
Mu Qianqian's palm stroked her stomach, her heart sinking.
Ever since the last time she begged Rong Heting with the child in her womb, that man had completely disappeared from her sight and didn't even call her.
Mu Qianqian remembered how he had looked forward to having a child with her, even though he had never said he would marry her.
I don't remember who said that if a man wanted to have children with a woman, it meant that he was in love with that woman.
When she heard this, she was actually secretly delighted, because she finally felt that he loved her just a little.
And now, had he given up on her completely and given up on the child in her womb?
The scene of Mu Shen being shot flashed through her mind. Mu Qianqian laughed self-deprecatingly, lamenting her sadness.
Even if Rong Heting returned to her side now, would she be able to accept him unconditionally? Impossible, from the moment Rong Heting killed Mu Shen, there was no longer any possibility between them.
Because she clearly knew the outcome of her and Rong Heting, Mu Qianqian was completely ignored by Old Master Rong at Rong Family Manor. She didn't think of any way to change her situation.
It was Old Master Rong's birthday today, and even Ting Lan and Yunrong started to get busy. In the entire Rong Family Building, only she was still hiding in the garden like an outsider, right?
"Get me a shovel."
A man's voice came from the distance. It was low, yet it carried a refreshing feeling. It also brought Mu Qianqian's thoughts back to reality.
Was anyone in the garden like her?
She remembered that everyone was at the first floor of Rong Family Great Hall, which was where the guests for today's banquet would gather. Who would have the leisure to come to the garden like her?
Mu Qianqian was curious, and she couldn't help but walk towards the source of the voice.
Passing by a pine tree, Mu Qianqian saw a middle-aged man in a white suit squatting beside the garden, frowning slightly at the top quality orchid tree.
The man looked to be in his forties, and could not help but dab his fingers on the soil beneath the orchids. He had a dignified expression on his well-maintained face, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with the orchids in front of him.
Mu Qianqian even felt that the aura this man exuded was similar to that of the orchids in the earth, with a modesty in his noble aura.
The man also heard footsteps as Mu Qianqian approached, and when he looked up, he couldn't move his eyes away.
For a moment, Ling Yu felt that time had returned to thirty years ago. It was as if he had seen his mother again.
Even Ling Yu, who was gently pulling the soil under the orchid, stopped. He was completely lost in the beautiful figure that was slowly approaching him.
The exquisite yet elegant cheongsam outlined the perfect lines for the girl, as well as that peerlessly beautiful face. It was exactly the same as the mother in his memories.
"Sir, are you going to move this orchid?"
Mu Qianqian didn't notice the peculiar gaze from the man in front of her. After she walked closer, her gaze was fixated on the orchid, and her brows were slightly furrowed.
"This orchid is really not suitable for growing in this kind of place. Look at the soil underneath, it's too fertile."
Ling Yu finally got his reason back. He looked at the girl who was just facing the orchid with a smile. He was surprised that there was someone who didn't know him at the banquet.
"You know Lan too?"
Mu Qianqian stared at the orchids and also squatted down. Her fingers reached out and together with Ling Yu, they slowly pulled down the soil around the orchids.
"I don't understand it very well, just a little."
"Oh? "Little girl, what do you know? Tell me." Ling Yu seemed to be interested as well. He liked to talk about flowers.
Mu Qianqian finally shifted her gaze away from the orchid, looking at the man squatting beside the orchid with her, explained with a bit of shyness.
"You must understand flowers very well, don't you? "I don't know much. All I know is that orchids seem to grow in sand or gravel. Such fertile soil, with so much water poured over it, is not suitable for orchids to grow."
Ling Yu listened to Mu Qianqian's explanation patiently. Looking at Mu Qianqian's shy expression and her serious expression, he felt more and more that she resembled the mother in his memory.
"Very few girls would modestly say that they don't understand flowers in front of me. All the girls in this world have learned about flowers since they were young. You are very different."
"Oh, that's probably because I'm not a girl from the family, so I don't mind if I don't understand, sir. Do you mind?"
Mu Qianqian looked at Ling Yu with sincerity.
She had been with Rong Heting for a long time, so she was used to seeing some people around him that were attracted to the flame. The memories that she got from attending banquets were not good.
If this gentleman was to mind that she was a commoner, she would cooperate very well and leave without disturbing him.
Ling Yu smiled and rubbed the little girl's head affectionately, "I like your ignorance very much. Give me a chance to show off what I got from the flowers. Don't you find it annoying?"
Mu Qianqian smiled so much that her eyes curved into crescents. The man in front of her made her feel incomparably warm. She didn't even realize it herself, but this was the first time she had sincerely smiled in recent days.
"Sir, you aren't old at all. You look like you're forty, not old. Why do you call yourself an old man?"
"Hahahaha …"
Ling Yu also couldn't help but laugh out loud. He touched his face childishly and revealed a face of satisfaction towards Mu Qianqian.
"I'm only three years younger than Rong Zhennan. Today, he was called an old man by sixty years old, but I'm not confused in the heart of a young girl. If he heard that, he would definitely be furious!"
"Puchi!" Mu Qianqian also laughed for the narcissistic Mister in front of her.
Very quickly a servant came over with a shovel. When he saw Mu Qianqian in the garden, he was also very surprised.
"Miss Mu, why are you here? Didn't you go to the hall? "
Mu Qianqian lowered her head, embarrassed that she could not call out the servant's name.
Hua Yunrong had announced her existence to all of the servants in Rong Family Hall in the first few days of her arrival. Unfortunately, there were too many people serving Rong Family and she couldn't remember them all.
"I only know Sister Lan and Yunrong, Old Master Rong doesn't like me too much, so I won't disturb them."
"Oh, then you can accompany Master Ling here. I'll be going now."
The servants naturally saw the situation Mu Qianqian was in when she arrived. Since they understood Master Ling's temperament, they were not too reserved and left after nodding their heads.