CHAPTER 1113: 317 HOW ABOUT WE GO NEXT DOOR_2

"But what does Zhang Rujia’s death have to do with me?"

Qin Mu looked up at him. In one part, it mentioned how this girl caused her father’s second wife to die in a bizarre car accident. Qin Mu thought, she didn’t have any magic, how could she make someone die in a bizarre car accident?

"Who’s writing nonsense here anyway?"

Feng Fanghua asked, frowning unhappily. If she knew who the writer was, she would definitely find that person and ask them properly, on what grounds did they write like that? Did they witness it personally?

After hearing this, Qin Mu and Mu Yichen instinctively went to check the pen name, which was anonymous.

Ha ha!

Qin Mu reflexively glanced at Mu Yichen, who didn’t say anything, but just picked up the newspaper and flipped through it: "Let’s look at tomorrow’s installment first."

Qin Mu also felt that was best, just in case they were only writing it for fun.

After all, there are so many stepmother dramas these days; if they fit themselves into it, things would go wrong.

Qin Haiming read the newspaper first after going to work. He usually wouldn’t read such serialized stories until he saw the striking headline, which caught his attention, leading him to call Qin Mu a few minutes later.

Qin Mu was on her way to the studio, glanced at her phone, and put it on speaker: "Hello?"

"Did you see today’s newspaper?"

Qin Mu was startled, and then realized that this newspaper was one that citizens all over the city, including leaders, loved to read.

"Mm!"

"I just read it, do you have any thoughts?"

Qin Haiming asked her, and Qin Mu thought that Qin Haiming must have also thought about their family.

"I don’t have any thoughts. Mu Yichen said we’d see what happens tomorrow, so let’s leave it at that."

"I have a feeling it might be targeting you. Do you still have bodyguards following you recently?"

"Mm!"

Qin Mu glanced at her rearview mirror. A black Audi had been following her for a while.

"Let those people keep following you. Besides, I’m afraid this person came prepared. If they want to use public opinion to crush you, I’ll make this farce end early."

"I understand! But you might not be suitable to intervene in this matter. I..."

"Mumu, I am your father!"

Qin Haiming said particularly seriously; after finishing, his eyes were full of guilt.

Doing something for you is only natural, especially since all of this is due to the mistakes I made back then! These words were heavy in his heart, but he didn’t say them out loud; his daughter’s repeated humiliations and harm after returning to the city brought him deep self-reproach for his incompetence and uselessness.

Qin Mu speculated about his worries but didn’t say much more, although she hoped she could handle this matter herself if possible.

But if this article was indeed aimed at her, then who in Rongcheng was so displeased with her? And whose writing was so brilliant?

Qin Mu drove to the studio, where Zhao Huai happened to bring over a box of tiramisu. Qin Mu raised her eyes slightly to look at the exquisite box, Zhao Huai...

"For Xiaomei?"

"Mm!"

Zhao Huai smiled awkwardly but politely. Actually, he wanted to say it was for everyone, but seeing Qin Mu treating him like a family member, he immediately chose to be more reserved.

Qin Mu saw he wasn’t planning to share with everyone but wasn’t angry and went inside first.

Xiaomei timed it well to make her coffee, and just as she was going upstairs, Xiaomei followed: "Darling, your coffee is ready!"

"I don’t want coffee today!"

"Huh?"

"I want to eat tiramisu!"

When going upstairs, Qin Mu said to her, sounding a bit like a domineering, unreasonable person.

Xiaomei’s heart skipped a beat, then turned to look downstairs, sure enough, Zhao Huai had arrived.

"Bro! Bring it up so we can eat together!"

Xiaomei wanted to say, with the New Year approaching, for the sake of her year-end bonus, it’s just a cake anyway.

Zhao Huai heard Xiaomei’s sweet coaxing voice and knew Xiaomei didn’t dare offend Qin Mu, nor did he, so he carried it upstairs.

In Qin Mu’s office, once everyone sat down, it was Qin Mu who was the happiest; initially, the bad mood from the newspaper was greatly alleviated upon seeing this cake.

"You two still call each other brother and sister? Isn’t it a bit cringe? A client called me a few days ago asking if Xiaomei had a boyfriend."

Qin Mu actively opened the box while speaking.

"How did you answer him?"

Zhao Huai sat nearby with his legs crossed, unintentionally furrowing his brows.

"I just told him no! Haven’t you guys not made it public? Or is it that you’re not actually saying you’re dating?"