Bigoted Mr. Fu Lets Me Do Whatever I Want

Chapter 1103: Seeing a Different Side to Her Mother and Master

Mu Lan often heard Qin Hai complain when he was drunk, so she was privy to more things than most. Grabbing hold of Qin Hai’s dissatisfaction, Mu Lan engaged in pillow talk, slowly poisoning him against Wen Xin.

It led to a series of events that happened later.

After listening to Mu Lan’s words, Qin Shu found out what happened that year. She never understood why her mother would fall for Qin Hai and work herself so hard.

It was amazing how a simple misunderstanding had snowballed and led to the misfortune her family faced.

Her mother must have agreed to marry Qin Hai because she wanted to give her a complete family.

Her mother had said that she was the most important person to her.

Looking at Mu Lan, even if her mother and Qin Hai had no feelings for each other, she was still the third wheel in the marriage.

“So… You don’t know who my biological father is?”

Mu Lan was afraid that Qin Shu did not believe her.

She shook her head desperately, “I don’t know. I only know what Qin Hai said while drunk, no more. Even Qin Hai doesn’t know who your biological father is. Please, I beg of you, save my daughter. Otherwise, she really won’t be able to live.”

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Qin Shu replayed their conversation in her mind and assessed that Mu Lan was speaking the truth. Her mother, Wen Xin, was already pregnant when she met Qin Hai. In such a case, she would not have mentioned her past to Qin Hai; such was her mother’s character.

“I will have someone send her to the hospital for treatment. Still, cancer is cancer. Whether or not she’ll live is in the hands of fate.”

Qin Shu walked away, having said her piece.

With Qin Shu’s words, Mu Lan heaved a sigh of relief. She could only pray for a miracle and hope her daughter lived.

Qin Shu squinted against the glaring sun overhead as she stepped out of the mental hospital.

Qin Hai was not her biological father, and her mother never carried any affection for him. For reasons she could not explain, it felt like the bonds constricting her heart had loosened, a scar finally fading after years of constant torment.

Relief. Yes, it was a sense of relief. All those doubts, the question of an absence of fatherly affection, everything became clear to Qin Shu.

Qin Shu lowered her head and took the stairs down to where she parked her car. Once she strapped herself in, she started the engine and drove back to Bright Garden.

As she drove, Qin Shu recalled what Hai Ze had said about her mother when she was in Miao Xin.

Her mother had eloped with the man she liked because her grandfather did not approve of her marrying someone other than Miao Xin.

That year, her mother was 16, and she met Qin Hai when she was 19. Her mother had been with that man for more than two years, so it was very likely that the man was her biological father.

She then thought of her master and the painting. It was something he painted.

She still remembered the mother in the painting. She was very young in that painting, no older than eighteen. Her eyes were a fathomless blue, azure in lustre.

A thought struck her then. Could Master be…?

So shocked was Qin Shu by the epiphany she reached that she failed to break in time and crashed into the guardrail. The car tail-gaiting her rammed into her a millisecond later.

The traffic police were quick to respond, rushing over to maintain order. Many people suffered injuries in the collision, and the police called for an emergency dispatch to provide first-aid to the injured.

A strong sense of nausea hit Qin Shu. Her ears were ringing, and she could barely open her eyes.

After an indeterminable amount of time, her surroundings quietened. The sudden shift from overwhelming noise to pin-drop silence was overwhelming. Only the steady beat of her heart in her ears kept her conscious.

Everything was dark. Qin Shu could see nothing beyond the shroud stealing sight. A flash of light, a soft glow, began expanding in the atramentous desert of her mind. Soon, a bright moon hung overhead, its cold light dispelling the shadows and illuminating her surroundings.

A face appeared, a face she would know anywhere. The handsome young man looked like a painting come to life, his features having yet to shed the tenderness of youth.

The young man appeared to be sleeping with his eyes shut tightly.

It was Fu Tingyu as he was in his youth.