Chapter 1: Ashes to Ashes
In the Mu Family Old Residence, Chairman Qin sat across from Mu Laoyezai, smiling broadly. "Old man, look at how long Qin Zhiruo and Mu Jinhang have been together. The marriage contract between our families has been settled for a while now. Why don't we pick a suitable date for their wedding?"
"Exactly," Qin Madam chimed in eagerly. "Haven't you always wanted to hold your great-grandchild? If we let Qin Zhiruo and Mu Jinhang have their wedding, then next year, Qin Zhiruo can give you a chubby little great-grandson."
"Mom." Qin Zhiruo called out shyly, snuggling closely to Mu Jinhang, her bashfulness evident and endearing.
However, Mu Jinhang pushed her away, his expression unreadable. "Doctor Qin Zhiruo is not in good health and is not suitable for childbirth. We can discuss the wedding later."
Qin Zhiruo's playful smile froze on her face. "Mu Jinhang, you..."
"I have an International Video Conference," Mu Jinhang said as he stood up, not even glancing at her. He turned to the old man. "Grandfather, I’m leaving now."
The old man nodded.
Mu Jinhang strode out, leaving Qin Zhiruo behind. Chairman Qin and Qin Madam exchanged awkward glances.
"Old man, how can Mu Jinhang treat our Qin Zhiruo like this?" Qin Madam expressed her dissatisfaction.
Mu Laoyezai took a sip of hot tea and replied leisurely, "Since Qin Zhiruo is unwell, she should take some more time to recuperate."
Qin Madam nearly choked on her tea.
More time? Just more time!
Ever since Qin Xi's Jian Ren died in the earthquake, Mu Jinhang had disregarded their Qin Zhiruo entirely, fixating instead on a deceased woman. Now he was using that as an excuse to delay the wedding!
Madam Qin wished she could crush Qin Xi into ashes.
Upon returning to the Qin Family, Qin Zhiruo cried her heart out in her bedroom.
She never expected that the pity she once received from Mu Jinhang due to her frail health would now be used against her as a reason for rejection. She felt an overwhelming sense of unwillingness!
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Five years later.
A discreet black BMW stopped in front of Meng Li Hua's flower shop.
Meng Li Hua was a well-known florist in Ning Cheng.
Five years ago, a major earthquake struck the city. The shop owner was fortunate to survive, but his wife did not.
His wife had loved all kinds of fresh flowers, so he opened a flower shop, and it had been running for five years now.
The owner was dozing off when he suddenly heard someone ask, “Excuse me, how much for this bouquet of white roses?”
Startled awake, he saw a young woman in a white floral dress standing in front of him. She had delicate features and a bright smile, holding a bouquet of white roses that he had already wrapped up.
At first glance, he thought she looked somewhat familiar.
However, he didn’t dwell on it and smiled, “I’m sorry, but this bouquet of white roses is reserved for a customer. He comes by regularly to pick it up; it’s his beloved’s favorite flower. He hasn’t missed a single time in five years.”
“Oh, I see.” The young woman looked a bit disappointed but then smiled again. “It seems that customer must really love his sweetheart.”
The shopkeeper sighed, "His beloved has been missing for five years; he truly is a rare romantic. Sigh, I have other beautiful flowers here. Would you like to take a look?"
"Mm." The young woman turned to examine the other fresh blooms in the shop.
The shopkeeper observed her profile, frowning slightly. She looked familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before. Where could it be?
In a flash of realization, he suddenly remembered—wasn't she the beloved of that customer who had been missing for five years?!
Previously, that customer had left his wallet in the shop, and when he opened it, there was a photo of this woman inside!
The shopkeeper discreetly rushed to the back of the flower shop to make a phone call.
"Mr. Mu, I’ve seen Qin Jie; she’s right here in my shop choosing flowers."
A loud crash echoed from the other end of the line, as if something hard had been knocked over.
Mu Jinhang's voice trembled slightly, "Find a way to keep her there!"
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