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After this incident, no one dared to have any bad thoughts in this regard anymore.

Just as Mu Qingcheng said, if she killed the man who looked very similar to Qin Chuyu at the beginning, it would make others think that there was a chance.

Because no matter how much Mu Qingcheng hated someone with that face, even if she cut that person into pieces, it would only prove that she actually valued these things in her heart.

Extreme love leads to hate.

Just like a couple who have broken up, they tell others how much they hate the other person and the more harshly they curse the other person, it actually proves that the other person is very important to them.

Those are just escapes, trying to hide the fact that the other person is very important in your heart.

But often, the more this happens, the more others can see the position of the other person in your heart.

If you have truly let go and don’t care about someone, let alone similar people, even if that person appears in front of you again, you can just laugh it off and not bother to pay attention to him.

Of course Mu Qingcheng couldn't let go of her salted fish, and she wouldn't let it go.

But her actions also clearly told those people.

This is not how the beauty trap is used.

These people only saw his appearance and thought that was what she liked, so they naively thought that finding someone who looked very similar to him could replace the place that belonged to him in her heart.

Mu Qingcheng never denied that she was attracted by his looks.

But it's never just about his looks.

The beauty trap is of no use to her.

No matter who you find who looks like him, if she takes one more look at him, she will be the swordsman!

Also, if you want to use the beauty trap, you can.

But you have to think about the consequences yourself!

Some time passed in a flash.

The sun had just set and it was not yet evening when Mu Qingcheng drove back home.

Today is Xiaoqi and Xiaoming’s birthday. She deliberately turned down all her work and worked an early shift just to celebrate her birthday with her two daughters.

But when she walked into the house with the carefully selected gifts and flowers, she did not see her two daughters. There were only Mu Zhan, Mu Ning, Mu Tian and Mu Zhan sitting on the sofa, looking distressed and sighing.

"Dad, Mom, Xiaotian, Big Brother, why are you all sitting here?"

"Today is Xiao Qi and Xiao Ming's birthday. Didn't I ask you to decorate this place?"

Mu Qingcheng looked at the living room that was not decorated at all, her brows slightly frowned, and she couldn't help asking.

Mu Zhan wiped his face with his hand, and said with a wry smile: "Qingcheng, it's not that we don't want to decorate it, it's Xiaoqi and Xiaoming who won't let us!"

"Xiao Qi and Xiao Ming, what do you mean by not letting us go?" Mu Qingcheng sensed something was wrong.

Mu Tian sighed and said, "Originally, my brother and I came back this afternoon to help with the decorations and celebrate Xiao Qi and Xiao Ming's birthdays."

"But we had just started to set up, and Xiao Qi and Xiao Ming came down and asked us to stop."

“We also asked Xiao Qi and Xiao Ming why, and they said they didn’t want to celebrate their birthdays anymore, so there’s no need to waste our efforts.”

It is said that no one knows a child better than his father, and a mother can guess what her daughter is thinking.

Just through Mu Tian's few words, Mu Qingcheng guessed why: "Where are Xiao Qi and Xiao Ming now?"

"In their room, they never came out."

"okay, I get it."

Mu Qingcheng hurried upstairs and came to the two children's room. She tapped on the door with her fingers, "Xiao Qi, Xiao Ming, I'm your mother. Can you open the door?"

crunch.

The door was pushed open, and what came into Mu Qingcheng's sight were her two daughters with red eyes.

Their eyes were dull and empty, and the undried tear marks on their little faces proved that they had cried, and for a very long time.

Mu Qingcheng quickly squatted down, hugged her two daughters in her arms, and gently wiped away their tears with her hands. She said distressedly: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Have you been wronged? Or are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Why are you crying? Tell mom, okay?"

Xiaoqi and Xiaoming buried their heads in their mother's arms and sobbed softly.

Xiao Qi grabbed her mother's clothes and asked with sobs, "Mom, can we not celebrate our birthdays?"

Xiao Ming's voice was filled with tears: "We don't want to celebrate our birthdays today, and we don't want to celebrate them in the future. Can we not celebrate them?"

"Just do it like usual. No need to prepare anything. We don't want any gifts, no cake, nothing."

"No birthday celebration either, okay?"

Listening to the child's heartbreaking plea, Mu Qingcheng pursed her lips and looked up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle.

Of course she knew why: "Yes, because of Dad?"

"Um……"

The two little ones could no longer suppress their inner longing and grievances, and cried in their mother's arms.

Today is their birthday, but it is also the day their dad becomes their dad.

They missed him very much, so they felt aggrieved.

The reason for the grievance is that the man who became their father on the same day nine years ago is no longer with them and can no longer celebrate their birthdays with them.

Moreover, their father passed away not long after their last birthday, so the two little ones didn’t want to celebrate their birthdays even more.

Mu Qingcheng didn't know how to comfort her two daughters.

Because she is just like them.

In fact, ever since Xianyu left, Mu Qingcheng has become like Xiaoqi and the others, afraid of some special festivals.

His birthday, their anniversary, their wedding anniversary, the day they first met.

As well as those 520, Chinese Valentine's Day, and some special days for them, etc.

Whenever these days came, Mu Qingcheng would force herself to be very, very busy, so busy that she had no time to reminisce, so busy that she couldn't even remember what day it was. She tried to deceive her own heart, escape from herself, and just muddle through the day.

But every time when she was done with her work and had some free time, even if it was only a very short time, if the days had not passed, she would think of him and feel sad.

If she was lucky and managed to get through that day, she would still remember what day it was and would still think of him, and would feel just as bad.

Now her daughter also followed her example and started to escape from herself. Mu Qingcheng didn't know what to do for a moment.

She didn't want this day, which should have been a happy day, to turn into a miserable day for the two children, trapped in sadness and longing forever.

But she had no good way to make them stop being like this, and she didn't know how to comfort them so that they wouldn't continue to be sad.

Just then, a familiar, soft and gentle voice sounded: "Huh? You are here? Why don't you go down? Xiaoqi and her friends' grandparents, uncles and aunts are here. They are here to celebrate Xiaoqi and Xiaoming's birthday."

Mu Qingcheng raised her head and saw Yang Qianqi coming up the stairs.

Mu Qingcheng said softly with a bitter look on her face: "Xiao Qi and Xiao Ming don't want to celebrate their birthdays today, and they don't want to celebrate their birthdays in the future."

"Huh? Really? Xiaoqi, Xiaoming, you, don't want to celebrate your birthday anymore?" Yang Qianqi came up, squatted down, touched their little heads, and asked softly.

Xiaoqi and Xiaoming raised their heads from their mother's arms, turned around, and looked at their cousin with their big red eyes.

The two little guys nodded at the same time and said with sobs, "Well, we don't want to celebrate birthdays anymore. We won't celebrate birthdays anymore in the future, okay? Cousin."

"Is it because of Dad?"

"Um……"

"Well... well, if you don't want to, then don't."

Yang Qianqi turned the wristband on her right hand, and the wristband emitted a faint light.

Mu Qingcheng recognized the thing on her wrist, and her pretty face was immediately filled with surprise.

"But, my cousin has prepared gifts for you today. Don't you want them?" Yang Qianqi asked, stroking the wristband with her fingers a few times.

"I don't want..."

Xiaoqi and Xiaoming buried their heads in their mother's arms again, their little bodies trembling slightly.

For them, a birthday without their father is the most meaningless, even if it is the best gift in the world.

"Oh~"

"You really really don't want it?"

Yang Qianqi smiled slightly, the bracelet on her left hand flashed a faint white light, and a card appeared in her hand.

Swiping the card across her right hand, a voice rang in Yang Qianqi's mind:

"The Guixu Dream Traveling System is activated."

"No. 002, data is loading."

"Digitization."

"Materialization."

"Materialization completed."

There was a flash of dazzling white light.

Looking at the things in the white light, Mu Qingcheng, who was originally sad and also lost in longing, suddenly had her pupils shrink.

A hint of shock and disbelief emerged from the depths of her beautiful eyes.

A tear unconsciously fell from the corner of Mu Qingcheng's eyes.

Mu Qingcheng covered her mouth with her hands, fearing that she would burst into tears the next second.

The two little guys, who were already in a low mood, were asked by their aunt whether they wanted gifts one after another, and they also got a little mad:

"do not want!"

"Cousin, I've already told you that we don't want to celebrate our birthdays, and we don't want any gifts..."

Before they could finish their words, a gentle voice that they were very, very familiar with and had not heard for a long, long time came from behind them and interrupted them:

"Xiaoqi."

"Xiao Ming."