Chapter 163: Father Is Useless and Cannot Protect You
Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon
During lunch break, Mu Mian opened his chat with the intermediary again. The last time he contacted the intermediary was a week ago. After another week, Mu Mian lost his patience.
He couldnât resist typing again.
Mu Mian: [Hi, is there any news?]
1 was online all day. Mu Mianâs message was only sent for about 40 seconds before he replied.
: [This is not easy to handle. We canât find a suitable heart. I think I should return the deposit to you.] Mu Mian had already expected this outcome. But when he saw 1âs reply, he still felt very despondent.
Mu Mian was not willing to lose this last clear path. He humbly asked: [Sir, is there no other way?]
: [What choice do I have? I canât possibly kill someone!]
Mu Mian narrowed his eyes.
He really dared to kill for Mu Qiu.
Mu Mian was a little distracted at work in the afternoon. When it was time to knock off, he packed up and went home. Du Tingting went out for a walk and Auntie Zhang was the only one at home. Mu Mian instructed Auntie Zhang. âMake some pickled pork knuckles tonight. Both the mother and daughter love them.â
âAlright, Sir.â
Seeing that Mu Mian was going upstairs, Auntie Zhang said worriedly, âSir, Miss came back in the afternoon.â
Last night, Mu Qiu had sent a message saying that she wanted to meet up with a friend and wouldnât return that night. His daughter had been very obedient and Mu Mian never doubted that Mu Qiu would lie. Hearing Auntie Zhang say that Mu Qiu was back, Mu Mian didnât take it to heart.
Auntie Zhang added, âMissâs mental state isnât right. Her eyes were slightly red and swollen when she came back. She must have cried.â
âShe cried?â
Mu Mian frowned. âGot it.â He went upstairs.
He knocked on Mu Qiuâs door and entered without her permission.
Mu Qiu was still awake. She was watching a Korean movie called âThe Rubber in My Mind.â As Mu Qiu watched, she dabbed at her tears and mucus with a tissue. She looked rather neurotic.
Mu Mian turned off her iPad.
]Mu Qiu looked up with reddened eyes, silently protesting Mu Mianâs overbearing behavior.
Mu Mian said, âThat person replied me today.â
Mu Qiuâs eyes quivered.
âWhat happened?â
Under Mu Qiuâs expectant gaze, Mu Mian couldnât help shaking his head. Mu Qiuâs eyes dimmed instantly, turning grey and lifeless. âI see...â
Mu Qiu smiled bitterly and comforted herself. âItâs alright, Father. Donât feel guilty. Youâve already done too much for me.â
Mu Mian was not comforted.
Mu Mianâs heart felt like it was being stabbed as he gazed at his daughterâs beautiful face. âQiu-er, I canât protect you anymore.â With that, Mu Mian started crying. He supported his forehead with one hand and his tears and mucus fell onto his pants.
âQiu-er, father is useless and cannot protect you...â
âFather is useless...â
The middle-aged manâs tears burned Mu Qiuâs heart.
Mu Qiu hugged her fatherâs shoulders tightly and said tearfully, âFather, you are the best father in the world. I am already very satisfied to be able to bid you farewell and leave.â
Compared to those who had left in a hurry without even saying goodbye, Mu Qiu was already very fortunate.
It was a good thing that Mu Qiu thought this way, but Mu Mian couldnât accept it. âYou are my baby. I canât bear for you to leave.â
âFather, donât be like this. I feel terrible...â
The father-daughter duo hugged each other and wailed in despair.
At dinner that night, the father-daughter duo tacitly stopped talking about this matter and pretended to be relaxed. Du Tingting didnât notice the secret between the father-daughter duo. She told Mu Mian, âSong Ci called me today.â
âHer?â Mu Mian didnât wish to bring up Song Ci and didnât ask further. Instead, Mu Qiu asked with concern, âDid Elder Sister have a good time in Austria?â
âOf course sheâs having fun. But sheâs very worried about Song Fei.â
âSong Fei?â Mu Qiu asked, âWhat happened to Song Fei? Isnât she awake? Why is elder sister still worried about her?â
Mu Mian also looked at Du Tingting curiously.
âYou guys donât know, right?â Du Tingting told them. âThat child Song Fei actually went to Congo to study the virus there.â Du Tingting shook her head and sighed. âI heard that Congo is very chaotic, yet Song Fei went there. Of course Song Ci is worried.â
Mu Mian snorted coldly and said without any pity, âIf anything really happens, she deserves it. If she knew that it was dangerous there, why did she still go!â
Mu Qiu frowned, slightly worried about Song Feiâs condition. âI also heard that the political situation in the Congo is very chaotic. A few days ago, I saw the news that there was a riot and someone died. What if something really happens to Song Fei...â
Hearing this, Mu Mian stopped eating and stared at the bowl of soup in front of him in a daze.
Song Fei was an opinionated person and Du Tingting didnât wish to speak too much about her matters. Thinking of something else, Du Tingting grabbed Mu Mianâs hand and said, âIt will be Father-in-lawâs death anniversary in two days. I wonât be going with you to pay my respects this year.â
Mu Mianâs father was an alcoholic. When Mu Mian graduated from university, Mu Mianâs father went into a drunken fit and fell into the river. By the time his body was found, he was already dead.
After his death, Father Mu was cremated and buried in the Great Hall of Peace.
Du Tingting was slightly superstitious. She was pregnant and didnât wish to go to places like the Great Hall of Peace where there was so much Yin energy. Mu Mian naturally had no objections. He said, âSince you are pregnant, you canât go there. Just stay home and recuperate.â
âMmm.â
Mu Mian asked Mu Qiu, âWhat about you? Are you coming with me?â
Mu Qiu shook her head. âIâm not going either.â Anyway, she would be meeting her grandfather in the underworld soon and couldnât be bothered to make the trip.
âThen Iâll go alone.â
...
The next day, Mu Mian got up early and changed into a pure black suit. He drove to the Great Hall of Peace to pay his respects to his late father.
long the way, he stopped by a small shop and bought a bottle of Erguotou. Mu Mianâs father was called Mu Congjun. He was an alcoholic when he was alive. Mu Mian didnât bring anything else with him when he came to visit his father. He only prepared a small bottle of wine for him.
Mu Mian took out the Erguotou he had brought over last year and placed it in a small bag. He then placed the newly bought wine beside the urn.
Staring at his fatherâs photo in the urn, there was no nostalgia in Mu Mianâs eyes. Instead, there was only coldness and mockery. âFather, Iâve brought you your favorite Erguotou.â
As he spoke, his lips curled into a mocking smile. âEvery time you got drunk, you would hit my mother. In the end, she couldnât stand being bullied anymore and hung herself. Iâve always wanted to ask you thisâwhen you woke up that morning and saw your dead wife hanging on your door, did you ever regret even for a second?â