Bloodthirsty and cold boss, I can no longer love you

She asked a soul-searching question, but she seemed to be confused and felt something was wrong.

Lu Mingyuan had been relieved, but now she couldn't help but frown, thinking in great annoyance, if she had known earlier, she would have changed even the name!

Mu Shiguang also frowned. What a waste of time...

Even though his name had been changed, his sister actually gave him such an evaluation. However, his sister had always been serious and rigid since she was a child, but she also had an interesting soul and would make him laugh from time to time.

"This is the name your father gave it to you." Lu Mingyuan threw the pot away and looked at her husband with a forced smile.

Mu Qingqian looked at his father and asked another question: "My elder brother and I have the same father but different mothers, but my younger brother and I have the same father and mother?"

This question made everyone feel a little embarrassed. To reassure his daughter, Bai Xuan said affirmatively, "Yes, Xin'er is five years older than her brother."

Mu Shiguang couldn't help but feel a tightness in his heart. Having said that, he had to take responsibility for the identity of Lu Mingyuan and Bai Xuan's biological son. For the sake of his sister, he couldn't expose it.

"Oh, I see. Oh..." Mu Qingqian yawned wearily. "Today is another happy day, but I am a little tired."

Lu Mingyuan immediately helped her over and said, "Xinxin, go and have some rest. Mom will accompany you back to your room."

"Ah."

Lu Mingyuan accompanied her daughter upstairs carefully, and everyone was completely relieved.

Because she recognized her younger brother tonight, Mu Qingqian didn't remember anything about the past.

I don’t know what will happen when I meet little pudding in the future, but we will have to meet each other eventually.

Prison, full of prisoners.

Leng Qianhan, the once high-ranking president of the Leng Group, is a prisoner who reflects on himself in prison and deeply recognizes the mistakes he has made.

It’s not the crime that made him go to jail, but the harm he had caused to Mu Qingqian over the past eight years.

Although he was imprisoned for Qing Qian's crime, as Qing Qian said, he deserves to go to jail!

Beating her with a belt, sending her to prison, imprisoning her after she was released from prison, humiliating her in public, threatening her with her family and friends, and even hiring someone to humiliate her, which of these things does not constitute a crime?

Fortunately, Mu Qingqian is very strong and is still alive despite suffering so much cruel and inhuman torture.

Fortunately, she is still alive. She almost died many times. There were times when she was not strong enough, which forced her to commit suicide by jumping from a building more than ten stories high.

Fortunately, he caught him, otherwise, he would have fallen to his death, with blood all over the ground, and there was no way to save him.

But he just couldn't repent and continued to torture and hurt her again and again.

If she hadn't been threatened by her family and friends, she would have committed suicide countless times.

The day she asked him to turn himself in, which was also the day of their divorce, she asked him if he really loved her?

What an ironic and heart-wrenching question. He loves, but love hurts...

Whenever he thought about this, his eyes would unconsciously fill with tears. The deeper the tears, the deeper the regret and the deeper the pain.

Finally, I couldn't bear the pain any more, so I slapped myself hard. The physical pain could alleviate some of the pain in my heart.

In this way, he reflects on himself, recognizes his mistakes, and also punishes himself.

In short, he was willing to go to jail for Qing Qian, and there was nothing wrong with that.

However, in this strict prison, he could not see his beloved Qingqian, and his days were like years, and every minute and every second was torture.

I don’t know how Qingqian is doing now, whether she is eating well, sleeping well, or whether she is still sad.

After all, Xiao Wuyang's death was another huge blow.

The sun was still bright in the prison that day.

At meal time, Leng Qianhan, wearing prison clothes, stood in line quietly with a stainless steel rice tray.

Finally it was his turn. Another prisoner stood with his hands on his hips, followed by a few younger brothers, also prisoners.

The leader of the prisoners had dark skin and strong bones. He shouted at Leng Qianhan, "Hey, you, serve us some food!"

Leng Qianhan paused with his hand holding the plate, thinking he had misheard, and turned to look at them.

"What are you looking at? I'm calling you, the one with the red and swollen right cheek!" The prisoner leader was very arrogant. He pointed at Leng Qianhan and continued to tease him:

"Your face is beaten like this, you are obviously restless, I have to discipline you, and after I discipline you, the police will thank me!"

Leng Qianhan frowned, the anger in his heart surged, and his fingers gripped the rice plate harder.

The prisoner leader was still arrogant: "I don't know if you are new here, but I am new here. I have been in the palace for a few times. All the prisoners in this prison have to call me Master Zhang."

The man who called himself Uncle Zhang first pointed his index finger downwards, representing the number of times he had been to prison, and then pointed his thumb at his broad chest.

The group of younger brothers behind him immediately bowed their heads respectfully and responded loudly:

"Master Zhang!"

Master Zhang was pleased to hear this. He glared back at Leng Qianhan and shouted angrily, "Hurry up and get us some food. You're just waiting to be punished!"

"Okay." Leng Qianhan struggled for a while before he lowered his head and agreed, and then served them the meal.

In the past, this so-called Master Zhang and his younger brothers would have to be severely punished, but he came to atone for his sins, and it is better to have less trouble than more. He must behave himself and strive to be released from prison as soon as possible, so as to meet Qing Qian, whom he has been thinking about all the time.

He also promised his son that he would be out soon and that he would not let his son worry too much or be without his father for a long time.

Leng Qianhan lowered himself to serve meals to the prisoners. Including his own plate, there were a total of 10 plates of rice.

The prisoners had already taken their seats at the dining table. Big Master Zhang was sitting in the middle with an imposing manner, like a star among the other prisoners, accepting the flattery of his younger brothers.

Leng Qianhan knew how to behave. He served the meal to Master Zhang first with a good attitude. He put the meal down on the table and bent his noble head and body:

"Master Zhang, please eat."

Mr. Zhang's brows couldn't help but jump, as if he was flattered. For some reason, he felt that the guy in front of him had a strong aura, and he seemed unable to withstand his flattery.

But he quickly came to his senses and ordered like a big brother, "Serve the other masters the food respectfully!"

President Leng then respectfully served the food to the other prisoners, and finally took his own turn. He did not sit at the same table with them, but sat facing Master Zhang.

He ate very politely, chewing his food slowly and without making any sound. Even though he was wearing prison clothes and his face was swollen and red, he still looked like an elegant nobleman.

He had been accustomed to eating delicacies from land and sea since he was a child, and the food in prison was extremely unpalatable to him. However, he never complained because Qing Qian ate the same food for six whole years.

When Master Zhang had eaten half of his meal, he looked up and saw Leng Qianhan's elegant and noble face, which seemed inviolable.

He frowned, looking at it with displeasure, picked up a pair of chopsticks and slammed them hard, hitting the stainless steel rice bowl with a loud bang, followed by a roar:

"I told you to eat?! You're eating like a decent person!"