His Beloved Treasure

”I want you to drive Qin Mingzhu out of the Qin Family and sever all father-daughter ties with her!”

”What?”

”And you must announce the severance of your relationship with her on the media!”

”That’s impossible!”

”Otherwise, hand Qin Mingzhu over to me!”

”Hand her over to you? What are you planning to do with her?”

”Have you ever cared this much about your other daughter? What I plan to do with her is my business. The last time she hired someone to rape me at the mall, stole my design drawings, everything she did to me this year is enough to get her a sentence, isn’t it?”

After asking the question, Qin Mu felt like she was wasting her emotions, so she clenched her teeth and reminded Qin Haiming coldly.

”Sentenced? Do you know what a girl looks like once she’s been to prison and comes out?”

”So do you know what a desperate girl might do? You don’t know, do you? She’d kill.”

”What on earth has happened to you over these years?”

Qin Haiming listened to her words and felt a chill run down his spine.

Qin Mu just gave a cold laugh: I thank you for everything you have given me!

Qin Haiming squinted his eyes, and for a long time, couldn’t utter a word.

Actually, what had happened in the past didn’t matter anymore; what mattered was what was to come.

Meanwhile, the mother and daughter outside the door continued eavesdropping. Zhang Rujia’s heart kept drumming involuntarily, feeling that things were about to turn sour. Qin Mingzhu was already teary-eyed as if she had been thrown into hell.

”Mom, what should we do? What should we do?”

”Enough, keep quiet!”

Zhang Rujia hissed a reminder, her gaze sharp.

Wasn’t Zhang Rujia anxious right now?

She was far more anxious than Qin Mingzhu.

She had married Qin Haiming because of Qin Mingzhu back then. How could she possibly allow Qin Haiming to hand Qin Mingzhu over to Qin Mu, or allow them to break their father-daughter relationship?

Qin Mu now wanted Qin Mingzhu to sever ties, but perhaps later on, it would be her turn, Mrs. Qin, to be divorced, right?

Zhang Rujia was crystal clear about Qin Mu’s ambitions. Qin Mu wanted to drive both her and Qin Mingzhu out of the Qin Family, and then become the rightful Miss Qin again. How could she ever allow that?

”Give me an answer now, will you announce the severance of your father-daughter relationship with Qin Mingzhu to the media, or will you hand her over to me?”

Qin Mu gave him an ultimatum as Qin Haiming kept hesitating.

”I can’t do that!”

Qin Haiming thought for a moment, then slowly shook his head.

”I can do it for you, as long as you personally drive her out.”

Qin Mu said.

”Mumu, must you be so heartless?”

Qin Haiming couldn’t help but ask her again.

”Heartless? She’s already in her twenties, has her own circle of friends, how much do you have to love her to not bear to drive her away? And how much must you dislike me, sending me, eight years old at the time, to that foreign place in Paris? Heartless?”

As Qin Mu repeated the word ’heartless’, her heart ached to death, yet she scoffed.

Qin Haiming saw the tears in her eyes and unconsciously murmured.

”I can disown her, but the rest...”

”I will do everything you can’t!”

Qin Haiming looked at Qin Mu, knowing she was resolute, then turned his head to look out the window and said no more.

The two women who were listening at the door turned pale, both in disbelief.

Then the door was pushed open from the outside by Qin Mingzhu.

The father and daughter inside hadn’t yet recovered from their emotions. Hearing the door open, no one turned around; they only heard someone shouting from behind: ”Dad, you can’t do this to me, you bitch! What right do you have to sever my relationship with my dad? You’re no longer part of this family, just an unwanted bastard, a cheap woman, a slut, a...”

”Slap!”

”Mingzhu!”

As Qin Haiming turned to stop Qin Mingzhu’s rambling, Qin Mu had already coldly slapped her across the face without mercy.

Qin Mingzhu felt her ear buzzing from the slap, her cheek turning red while she covered it, glaring at Qin Mu and biting her lip hard.

The taste of blood at the corner of her mouth was not new to her.

Zhang Rujia, hearing the loud slap, was both angry and heartbroken; frustrated at her daughter’s helplessness, she stepped forward to point at Qin Mu and accuse her through gritted teeth: What right do you have to hit her?

”I have plenty of reasons to hit her. Just for the fact that she had someone destroy my mother’s tombstone, I could execute her a thousand times over, let alone a slap. What’s this slap to her?”

Qin Mu yelled out the last words, knowing that Zhang Rujia always bullied her for being reticent, for being new to Rongcheng, for being an orphan.