Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Qiao Jin stepped forward and sat down. “I don’t really hate you. Feifei asked me to come down and say hello to you.”
She really didn’t hate anyone.
At her level, everyone was regarded equally. In short, these people weren’t in a position to qualify for her hatred.
The only person she hated was that old enemy of hers, and she still didn’t know whether he was dead or not.
As for others, she felt quite at peace with them.
God had nothing but compassion for humans, and although Qiao Jin wasn’t a god, compared to everyone else, she was in quite a similar deity position.
Even towards Tan Xuejia, who’d caused Qiao Jin to attempt suicide, she bore no hatred.
But in terms of the price they should pay–she would make them pay their dues yet.
She respected karma.
Mu Qichu’s pupils dilated. “Feifei?”
The other servants broke out in cold sweats and whispered, “She means madam.”
Mu Qichu was briefly speechless.
He looked at Qiao Jin with disapproval. “She is your mother too, yet you lack the most basic respect for her.”
Qiao Jin disagreed with him. “Names are just words. Just because I call her that doesn’t mean I don’t respect her. I also respect Zhen Ming.”
Mu Qichu didn’t speak.
Zhen Ming, his father’s name.
The servant reminded him in an even quieter voice, “Second young master, fourth young madam has just returned from the hospital…”
She pointed at her own head to help Mu Qichu understand her insinuations.
He was silent for a while and didn’t ask any more questions.
The servant brought Qiao Jin a cup of tea, and just after she finished drinking it, Qiao Fei returned.
When she saw that Qiao Jin had come back, she immediately felt a little surprised. She handed the paper bags she was carrying to the servant. “My God, Xiao Jin, you’re back already? Mom just learned what happened in the mall you went to this afternoon, that glass explosion incident. Are you okay?”
She didn’t see the explosions at the mall when Qiao Jin had gotten out of the car since the driver was driving too fast.
She heard the news when she arrived at the door of the house, then she remembered and was about to call when she saw Qiao Jin at home.
She felt relieved.
Qiao Jin waved her hand dismissively. “I’m fine. I went somewhere else.”
When Qiao Fei saw that Mu Qichu was also at home, she said softly, “Qichu, have you said hello to your sister?”
Mu Qichu nodded slightly, then looked at her. “What glass explosion?”
“I don’t know.”
Qiao Fei sat down and said, “It was noon when I sent your sister to the mall, and then I found out that all these glass explosions had happened. Out of the blue, the escalator glass and glass windows of stores in the mall suddenly shattered, and several people were injured. I happened to send Xiao Jin over there, and the possibility that something could’ve happened to her almost scared me to death.”
It seemed that the robbery was lightly brushed over, and everyone’s attention had shifted to the freaky glass explosion incident.
After all, it was difficult to connect these two incidents to one another.
Mu Qichu nodded, then glanced at Qiao Jin, but didn’t ask any further questions.
Qiao Fei looked at Qiao Jin and said with concern, “Xiao Jin, you have to go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow, and mom will accompany you.”
The drug residue in her body must be completely eliminated, so she would have to go for check-ups at least twice this month.
Qiao Jin nodded.
After Qiao Fei finished reminding her about the check-up, she said, “Oh yeah, it will be Young Master Song’s 25th birthday soon. There will be a grand celebration, and we must all be there on time.”
Qiao Jin suddenly raised her head. “Young Master of the Song Family, as in Song Yanqing?”
Qiao Fei said nothing.
She suddenly had a bad feeling inside.