Don't Provoke Princess

"Take the money. I often travel, and even when I come back, I still want to eat the dishes made by you. You just need to use the money to buy the dishes. You don't need to worry about the rent and the water." Mu Qingqing couldn't accept this money, and she didn't need Hua Qinghe's compensation. The main reason Hua Qinghe was allowed to remain here was because she didn't want her to participate in Hua Family matters and thus avoid a body full of blood and gore.    

    

"Are you used to living here?" Mu Qingqing was also worried about Hua Qinghe.    

    

"I'm used to it." Hua Qinghe was very easy-going. From the moment she left to now, she was already very satisfied to be with her own daughter.    

    

"There are many attractions around here. If you feel bored, you can go out more." Mu Qingqing didn't have the time to accompany Hua Qinghe these days. She could only hope that Hua Qinghe would be happy and happy.    

    

"No need, I found a handicraft workshop nearby. They are selling embroidery. As long as I sell the finished embroidery products to them, I can exchange some money to subsidize the family." Hua Qinghe didn't want to be a burden to Mu Qingqing. Being idle was not a big deal, so she went outside to find a job. This job could be done at home. She could wait at home for Mu Qingqing to come back, and she could also earn some pocket money.    

    

Mu Qingqing looked at the cross stitch that had been placed in front of the window. On it was a picture of a phoenix spreading its wings. It was already half-done. "Don't work too hard, I'm not in need of money."    

    

"I can't let myself stay idle like this. If I have anything to do, I can use my brain." Hua Qinghe said gently.    

    

Mu Qingqing looked at the mask she was wearing and said, "A friend of mine gave me some medicine to remove the scars. It's bad for the skin that you always wear this way. I don't mind. "    

    

Hua Qinghe looked at her in a daze, feeling a little awkward. She didn't even dare to look at herself in the mirror. This scar was branded into her heart.    

    

When Mu Qingqing came back, she was holding two bottles of medicine. She took them from Mo Xiaoyun. Since the wrinkles on Mo Xiaohe's hands were gone, she didn't believe that Hua Qinghe's face couldn't be cured.    

    

"This medicine is a secret recipe passed down from a friend's family. I'll help you apply it." Mu Qingqing threw away her chopsticks, stopped eating, and unscrewed the blue paste.    

    

Hua Qinghe took off her mask after a while, staring at the blue paste in Mu Qingqing's hand. It had been more than ten years. She no longer held any hope for the injury on her face. It's just that … Since Mu Qingqing was so concerned about her and even specially found medicine for her, there was no harm in trying.    

    

The cool ointment covered her face. Hua Qinghe felt the scar on her face itch, so she couldn't help but frown.    

    

"Qingqing, does this medicine have any side effects? Why, do I feel a little itchy?" Hua Qinghe raised her hand and put it down again.    

    

"Don't worry, this medicine's effects are very strong, and its effects are also very quick. There are no side effects." Mu Qingqing continued to wipe the wounds on her face, watching her skin turn red little by little.    

    

"But, why is it getting itchier and itchier …" Hua Qinghe wanted to scratch her face, but was stopped by Mu Qingqing.    

    

"Endure it for a bit. It'll be fine after a while." Mu Qingqing also did not want to see Hua Qinghe live every day wearing a mask.    

    

Hua Qinghe frowned, but her hands were gripped tightly by Mu Qingqing. She could feel her cheeks burning. He couldn't help but ask Mu Qingqing, "Am I allergic?"    

    

"No, the effects of this medicine are quite strong. When used for external injuries, the skin will become hot and itchy. Your injuries have been there for many years, so I've applied more ointment." Mu Qingqing had applied it according to Mo Xiaoyun, so she was confident that she could restore Hua Qinghe's face to that of a dozen years ago.    

    

Hua Qinghe unnaturally met Mu Qingqing's gaze. Seeing her expectant expression, Hua Qinghe could only forcefully suppress the itching symptoms on her face.    

    

"This wound doesn't actually hurt anymore. You've been so busy during your business trip, and you're still thinking about me." Hua Qinghe felt a warm feeling in her heart, but she was too embarrassed to ask Mu Qingqing to do so much for her.    

    

"You are the only one who is close to me. I don't treat you well. Who treats you well?" In the end, Mu Qingqing was also Hua Qinghesheng's son, and she still cared about this small amount of kinship in her heart.    

    

Suddenly, a fingernail-sized scab appeared on the back of Hua Qinghe's hand. She felt the temperature of her cheeks gradually drop, becoming icy and comfortable.    

    

"This …" Hua Qinghe's left hand picked up the scab from the back of her right hand. Realizing that her face had fallen off, she looked at Mu Qingqing in disbelief.    

    

"Just wait a little longer." Mu Qingqing could already see that the skin on her face was slowly healing, and losing her scab was the best proof.    

    

"My face... Can it really be cured? " Hua Qinghe understood. Her face was itchy because the wound was still healing. She had applied Mu Qingqing's medicine, and it worked so quickly?    

    

The scabs on her face dropped off bit by bit. Mu Qingqing applied some of the medicine she brought back onto her face. Seeing the obvious change on Hua Qinghe's face, she also became excited.    

    

"The effect is quite obvious. Why don't we take a look at it in the mirror?" Seeing that the scab on her face was almost gone, Mu Qingqing went to the side and brought a towel and a mirror.    

    

Hua Qinghe looked at her hesitantly. She had never dared to look at her face after taking off her mask. Facing such a real face, she felt ugly and miserable.    

    

"Don't worry, I've recovered very well." Mu Qingqing held the mirror up to her and handed her the towel.    

    

How many years had it been? Hua Qinghe's heart was a little stuffy. She stretched out her trembling hand towards her face. It was hard to believe that his face, which was riddled with holes, had now become as smooth as an egg. His appearance had returned to how it was a dozen years ago.    

    

She gently caressed the wound. There was still an ice-cold ointment on the wound. "Qingqing, am I dreaming?"    

    

"No, it's all true." Mu Qingqing passed a towel to her and said, "I've already recovered. Just wipe off the ointment on my face."    

    

Hua Qinghe's eyelids twitched. She felt that nothing here was real.    

    

"This medicine is a secret inherited from a friend of mine. It cannot be told to others." "Mu Qingqing warned her repeatedly, saying that she had to be careful in this matter." I'll go rest first. "    

    

"Alright." Hua Qinghe stared blankly at her reflection in the mirror. She was still afraid in her heart. When Su Cuiyu had first spilled sulphuric acid on her, she had felt fear and unease. Now that the scar on her face had healed, she could clearly remember the pain when sulphuric acid had burned her skin.    

    

"Yu …" She murmured in a low voice, but her thoughts were complicated.    

    

After so many years had passed and she had returned, how were Su Cuiyu and Mu Anren?    

    

Mu Qingqing poured the rest of the noodles into the leftovers in the kitchen. After washing the dishes, she wiped her hands clean. She finally rejected Hua Qinghe's wish to cure the scar on her face.    

    

"I'll go to sleep first. Good night." Mu Qingqing walked in the direction of her bedroom. She also knew that Hua Qinghe needed time to calm her heart.    

    

"Qingqing, am I the same as Yu now?" Hua Qinghe called out to her and asked about the doubts in her heart.    

    

Mu Qingqing paused and replied, "I don't think so. The biggest difference between you and her is that you don't have that aggressive attitude."    

    

That's right, when she was under the same roof as Su Cuiyu, Mu Qingqing could often feel those forceful and unhappy gazes. In Su Cuiyu's eyes, there were only the trivial matters in front of her eyes, without the vexation of money.    

    

Hua Qinghe was more indifferent than her. Regardless of whether she was rich or not, she could always find her own position and do what she was doing without a care in the world.    

    

"Sigh …" Hua Qinghe sighed deeply, but what did it mean? Su Cuiyu's wrong thought back then had caused them to suffer for more than a decade.    

    

There were two beds in the bedroom, one of which had been bought earlier. The mattress was not too soft, but it was enough to sleep on. The other was brand-new, and the mattress was soft, like a princess bed, with a mosquito net. It was either Hua Qinghe's idea or Yang Xiao's idea. There was even a doll bear on the bed. The bedding was arranged neatly. It was obvious that Hua Qinghe had not slept on the same bed.    

    

Mu Qingqing had slept on the Hua Family before, so she knew that the bed Hua Qinghe slept on was soft. These days, she didn't know if she would have any problems with her backache if she slept on this hard mattress.    

    

She chose to lie down on the hard mattress bed and cover herself with the quilt.    

    

Hua Qinghe stared blankly for a long time. Seeing Mu Qingqing lying on the bed, and knowing that she usually liked to sleep alone, the new princess bed was specially selected for Mu Qingqing. She worried that if she slept, Mu Qingqing would have a mental barrier, so she forced herself to sleep on the sofa in the living room for the night.    

    

Early the next morning, Yang Xiao arrived with breakfast.    

    

"Auntie." Yang Xiao knocked on the door, while carrying two servings of breakfast, fresh corn cake and soy milk.    

    

Mu Qingqing was more alert than Hua Qinghe. When she heard the noise, she immediately changed her clothes and got out of bed.    

    

After opening the door, he met Yang Xiao's mocking gaze.    

    

"Sister Qing, which gust of wind did you come back from?" Yang Xiao didn't even notice the weird feeling in her words. It was like he was angry at her.    

    

"Director Yang, you're also a rare guest, which wind blew you over?" "Mu Qingqing refused to be outdone and asked him instead." Are you done with the real estate company? Just keep coming to my house. "    

    

It seemed that the vice president matter had arrived in front of Mu Qingqing. Yang Xiao quickly explained, "Didn't I bring auntie breakfast? She's worried about you everyday, so why don't you give her a call or something."    

    

"Alright, thank you." Mu Qingqing thanked him simply. She didn't expect Yang Xiao to come to see her so enthusiastically.    

    

"Do you have something to talk to me about?" She couldn't guess Yang Xiao's purpose for coming here every few days for the past month.    

    

Yang Xiao raised his eyebrows and said, "I can't hide anything from you."    

    

"My mom is sleeping. Let's talk after we get out." Mu Qingqing turned around and glanced at Hua Qinghe, who was sleeping soundly. She had slept so late last night, so she couldn't disturb her now. After placing the breakfast Yang Xiao had brought on the table, he quietly followed Yang Xiao downstairs.    

    

"I found the shorty, Sister Qing became a millionaire." Yang Xiao was in a great mood as he eagerly opened the elevator door for Mu Qingqing.    

    

The short guy who ran away with her two hundred million, he actually found her?