Chapter 125: Crazy Defamation by President Qin

When Mu Yao mentioned “Stockholm syndrome,” Qin Mohuai was already standing behind him. If it weren’t for Xia Yuan’s reaction pleasing him, Mu Yao would have met the same fate as Liang Bo.

Qin Mohuai sat down next to Xia Yuan, looking sharp in his suit, exuding the presence of someone in power.

He overshadowed Mu Yao completely.

Five years ago, Mu Yao was confident, but he couldn’t compare to Qin Mohuai now.

A flash of jealousy and unwillingness crossed Mu Yao’s eyes.

Qin Mohuai took a sip of the herbal coffee Xia Yuan ordered and asked in a low, pleasant voice, “Which kind of pearls does Xia Yuan like?”

Mu Yao was puzzled. “What do you mean?”

Qin Mohuai replied, “She likes Australian white and Tahitian black pearls, but she wears Australian white the most.”

He continued, “What brand of winter clothes does Xia Yuan prefer?”

Mu Yao pressed his lips together, his fingers tightening, unable to answer.

After five years apart, many shared memories had faded.

Qin Mohuai smirked. “She likes Loro Piana; sometimes she wears Brunello.”

“Last question, what brand of violin does Xia Yuan like?”

Mu Yao’s eyes reddened, like a desperate gambler, and he exclaimed, “Fengling, FineLegend!”

He had figured out the pattern: the most expensive was the answer.

“Wrong answer,” Qin Mohuai chuckled, his confidence showing years of experience and power.

“Xia Yuan doesn’t play the violin; she plays piano and guitar.”

Mu Yao’s face turned red, as if someone were choking him.

Xia Yuan nodded; she could play the piano and guitar, and a little bass and drums, but she never learned the violin.

Qin Mohuai’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “The Mu family wasn’t like this before. Look at how you treated her, letting your uncle suggest she commit suicide! Now that I treat her like a treasure, and you dare wave the ‘Stockholm syndrome’ banner to steal my wife? Don’t you think that’s pathetic?”

“I didn’t!”

Mu Yao desperately sought Xia Yuan’s trust. “I really didn’t! I don’t know what my uncle did; he’s dead now, no one can verify it. Xia Yuan, you have to believe me! I really didn’t know anything!”

Xia Yuan replied coolly, “This is the last time we meet. We shouldn’t see each other again.”

Mu Yao’s expression turned abnormal. “I have nothing left!”

“The Mu family is bankrupt; my uncle was killed in a robbery. Xia Yuan, you’re all I have left!”

“Didn’t expect you to be so vain, you filthy…”

Just then, Qin Wu covered Mu Yao’s mouth. Two doctors in white coats entered and escorted Mu Yao away.

Xia Yuan looked through the floor-to-ceiling window and faintly saw the words on the car taking Mu Yao away:

Mental Hospital.

Xia Yuan asked, “Did you arrange this?”

“I just went with the flow.”

Qin Mohuai’s hand gently gripped her thigh, his fingers brushing against her delicate skin in a small, intimate space.

“Mu Yao saved up some money to come back. I knew his movements, but I didn’t know he would seek you out. If Mu Yao had apologized, I might have given him a job, thanking him for his ignorance. But he turned out to be petty, narrow-minded, and sinister.”

Seeing Xia Yuan’s serious expression, Qin Mohuai added, “Mu Yao really has mental issues, which is why I contacted the mental hospital for his treatment.”

Xia Yuan sighed.

Qin Mohuai’s mature and steady facade was just an act for the outside world. Deep down, he was cold-hearted and ruthless.

While he cared for her now, his methods were harsh but not illegal.

What would happen after her death?

Xia Yuan was truly afraid of dying young. She couldn’t take Qin Mohuai with her, and what if he turned into a madman?

Xia Yuan said, “Mu Yao has nothing to do with me; let’s leave it in the past.”

Qin Mohuai kissed her hand gently and replied with a soft “mm.”

In the Maybach, Qin Mohuai received a call from his grandfather. His calm demeanor shifted, and he said in a low voice, “Go to the old house.”

The driver responded, “Yes, Mr. Qin.”

Xia Yuan’s eyes were filled with confusion as she patted his hand.

Qin Mohuai’s voice was hoarse as he asked, “Hold me.”

Xia Yuan hugged him tightly. “What happened?”

With his eyes closed, he rubbed his nose against her soft neck, his warm breath heavy as he said, “When I was eighteen, I survived a car accident that killed my parents.”

“You told me about it. Wasn’t it an accident?”

“Yeah, it wasn’t an accident, but the truth was surprising. After investigating for so long, I didn’t expect it to turn out like this. No wonder I couldn’t find any answers.”

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At the Qin family’s old house, Qin Mohuai regained his elegant composure, masking all his anger and decisiveness behind a perfect facade.

Only Xia Yuan noticed a hint of abnormality in him.

When he said, “It feels like a devil dressed in luxury is loving you,” he was indeed aware, clearly and coldly mad.

In the living room, besides Grandpa Qin, there was a tall, elegant woman in her thirties.

The atmosphere was tense, and no one spoke.

Xia Yuan stood quietly beside Qin Mohuai, feeling out of place.

He remembered her frail state and held her hand as they took their seats, facing the woman.

Grandpa Qin glanced between Qin Mohuai and Shen Ruying, finally resting his gaze on Xia Yuan. “Granddaughter-in-law, you haven’t met Mohuai mother’s family, have you? Let me introduce you. This is Shen Ruying, the granddaughter adopted by Mohuai grandmother, and actually his half-sister.”

That was a lot to take in.

Xia Yuan processed the information: Qin Mohuai’s mother had an affair and gave birth to Shen Ruying, secretly sending her to be raised by her family.

What a dramatic revelation.

Shen Ruying said, “Brother.”

Qin Mohuai’s eyes darkened. “Shut up!”

Grandpa Qin continued, “Shen Ruying’s father passed away two days ago. Before he died, he revealed the truth about Mohuai parents’ accident: it wasn’t an accident but a deliberate act. The culprit was none other than Mohuai mother. After giving birth to him, she suffered from postpartum depression and never recovered. On the day of the accident, she tampered with the car.”

What kind of postpartum depression could lead to such actions? Xia Yuan thought it was complicated.

Shen Ruying added, “My mom’s reputation was already ruin for having an affair and bearing a daughter. My dad couldn’t let her be known as a murderer, so he revealed the truth before dying to clear her name.”

It seemed the Qin family was about to investigate Shen Ruying’s father, and to protect his daughter, he revealed the truth.

Xia Yuan felt Qin Mohuai’s grip tighten painfully around her hand. He could easily knock Liang Bo down with one punch, showing his strength.

She remained silent.

Mohuai had told her that his parents were deeply in love and sometimes forgot to book tickets for their trips, too caught up in each other.

The car accident that took his parents away was a psychological scar for Qin Mohuai. Luckily, at eighteen, he didn’t know the truth; otherwise, knowing his mother was responsible would have shattered him.

“Ugh…”

Hearing Xia Yuan’s pain, Qin Mohuai regained his composure and released her hand, blowing on it gently in concern.

“I know the truth now; let’s leave it at that for now. Baby, it’s time for your nap. We’ll return to Mansion after you wake up.”

Grandpa Qin sighed in relief; his grandson hadn’t caused chaos, which was much better than he had expected.

Inside, Xia Yuan thought, “Don’t be fooled by Qin Mohuai’s calmness; he could go mad in a composed way!”