Ding Mengya, walking ahead, led Mi Nuo up the stairs.

  Zhuang Nainai’s room was on the second floor, so she brought Mi Nuo to a guest room on the third floor.

  The butler worriedly followed them, but Mi Nuo cast him a glance and immediately said, “Madam Ding, I would like to speak to you alone.”


  Ding Mengya looked at the butler straight away. “You can wait for me on the first floor.”


  The butler assessed Mi Nuo — she was frozen beyond recognition with her red, swollen face, and it was obvious that she was having a fever. Her soles, now pale, made it clear that she had gone hungry for a long time and that she had lost a lot of strength.

  Even though Ding Mengya had just fallen sick, her learning of taekwondo in her youth would make it easy for her to deal with Mi Nuo in her current state if anything were to happen. At the thought of this, the butler was relieved.

  The two women arrived at the guest room on the third floor. After closing the door, Ding Mengya decidedly said, “If you have anything to tell me, say it now.”


  Hearing this, Mi Nuo pursed her lips. A few moments passed before she said, “Your relationship with Zhuang Nainai…… isn’t that good, right?”


  Ding Mengya narrowed her eyes upon hearing this. “We’re here to talk about Xiao Muqing, and this doesn’t seem to have any connection to the issue at hand.”


  “I just find you rather pitiful that you’ve got two lovely grandchildren about to be born, but you might not even get the chance to see them.” Mi Nuo curled her lips as she said this. “I saw the news report — is Zhuang Nainai’s mother about to die? After the incident that happened overseas, the relationship between the two of you must have soured very badly, right? Think about it: if Mother Zhuang really dies, do you think Zhuang Nainai would allow you — the cause of it all — to see her children, given her character?”


  Would Zhuang Nainai let her see her grandchildren?

  Ding Mengya lowered her head.

  A day earlier, after hearing about what had happened to Mother Zhuang, Zhuang Nainai had refused to be held by her, and the way she looked at her had been so sharp and vicious.

  Zhuang Nainai had stopped short of saying it, but even Ding Mengya knew what she had wanted to say.

  Ding Mengya knew she couldn’t do much, but did she really want her life to go back to the way it was before? That even though she had children, she’d live her life like a widow? Did she really want to live alone in the apartment, knitting clothes for children that she knew would never wear them?

  Ding Mengya cast her mind back to that cold, lonely period of time and compared it with the liveliness in the house of the present. She suddenly felt like she couldn’t bear to leave her current life.

  She couldn’t bear to leave this place.

  But from the way Mother Zhuang looked in the television, it seemed that she was in a grim state.

  As she thought of this, Ding Mengya’s heart felt as if it was being weighed down by a ton of rocks, and the heaviness was suffocating her.

  Why had Hu Zi pointed the finger at her? There must have been a conspiracy, right?

  And could this conspiracy be related to Mi Nuo?

  She had not slept the whole of the previous night as her underlings’ reports swam about in her head. That driver was really something; vehemently refusing to cause trouble for Hu Zi, he had even threatened to kill himself if they were to push him more!

  On the other hand, there was no news of Hu Zi, and nobody knew if he had already absconded or not.

  If he had really absconded, when would the misunderstanding of five years ago be cleared up? Would it ever be cleared up during her time here on earth?

  A flash of pain and contemplation crossed Ding Mengya’s gaze. A few moments later, she took a deep breath and said slowly, “What exactly do you want?”