"Miss Shu, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you still have the same style." The man looked at Shu Yan's face, which was as cold as the moon, and smiled softly.
"Thank you for the compliment, sir." Shu Yan lowered her eyelashes and responded in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.
"She is indeed a child that Mr. Xie has personally trained for many years. She is gentle, demure, and dignified. Sometimes I even think that she is Miss Tang. Miss Shu is truly the most perfect substitute I have ever seen."
Shu Yan remained calm, but her eyes were extremely gloomy.
The word "substitute" made all the compliments given to this man become sarcastic.
Xie Jinhuan did not answer the question, but opened the box and showed the antique vase inside in front of the man, "This is a pastel hollowed-out revolving vase created in the Qing Dynasty that I bought for you at the auction in Country Y. A small gift. Please don’t take it personally, sir.”
Mu Xuerou raised an eyebrow.
She had also paid attention to this antique vase for her husband before, but it was finally bought by an anonymous buyer in China for a sky-high price of 500 million. Unexpectedly, that person turned out to be Xie Jinhuan.
Fourth Young Master Xie is really a considerate and dedicated lackey.
The man nodded lightly, "Mr. Xie is attentive. Please pay more attention to DAD0044 in the future."
Xie Jinhuan bowed deeply, "Please rest assured, I will spare no effort."
After the two left, the room filled with incense fell silent.
"Sir, do you think the face you gave me is more beautiful, or Shu Yan's face that looks so much like Tang Qiao'er?" Mu Xuerou gently put her hands on the man's shoulders and leaned towards his ear. Whisper softly.
The man frowned and slapped his knees twice with his big palm.
Mu Xuerou obediently walked around in front of him, knelt at his feet, raised her bright and charming face, and looked at him with soft and soft eyes.
"Even if Shu Yan looks like Tang Qiao'er, she is not Tang Qiao'er after all. She is just a low-level substitute derived from Xie Jinhuan's desires."
The man leaned forward, hooked his fingertips on her chin, and slowly raised it, "And you are you, a work of art that I carefully crafted.
How can boring imitations compare with the things around me? "
When Mu Xuerou heard this, her dark eyes flashed slightly.
The Master is like a supreme god who looks down on the human world. In his eyes, the only difference between all living beings is whether they belong to him. So she didn't mind being called "something".
"Sir, with all due respect."
Mu Xuerou knelt and turned sideways, kneading his legs with moderate strength with both hands, "I think there is no more appropriate time than now for you to fight back. As Xie Jinhuan said, the best way to manipulate a man is to win his Compassion. I am also worried that Shen Guangjing will hand over the power of the group to Shen Jingjue out of guilt."
The man chuckled, "No."
"Also, now that Qin Shu has completely fallen, Shen Bailu's presence in the Shen family has no meaning anymore."
Mu Xuerou said quietly, "Why don't you reveal the secrets you have and kill them both mother and daughter? Useless chess pieces will only be an eyesore if left in the game."
"How did you know she was useless until the end?"
Mu Xuerou was suddenly startled.
"My grandpa told me since I was a child not to be extravagant and wasteful. Diligence and thrift are traditional virtues."
The man's tall and tall body leaned back comfortably, "So I have to make the best use of every chess piece, so that I won't live up to my grandpa's teachings to me since I was a child."
Mu Xuerou couldn't help but sneer, "The chess pieces you make the most of, including Xie Jinhuan, right?"
The man coughed twice and elegantly picked up the tea cup and drank tea, "I hope he can give me a satisfactory explanation for the task of drug experiment.
Otherwise, the relationship between me and him will be over. "
*
On the day of the trial, Qin Shu appealed in court.
Ten days later, the second-instance verdict came down—the original verdict was upheld!
Still carrying out the death penalty!
From that moment on, Qin Shu felt as if she was blind. She huddled in the corner of the cell from morning to night every day, staring blankly at the small iron window, from dawn to dusk, and then, what were she looking at? It's all dark, a dirty fog.
