Chapter 73

The next morning.

Sheng Mumu seized the opportunity to talk on the phone with Qin Jiamu for several hours while the iron was hot.

The final result was that Qin Jiamu bought a 20% stake in Yueji Flower Shop.

Qin Jiamu served as creative director at the advertising company she co-founded with her husband.

In recent years, as the company developed better and better, her subordinates were gradually able to work independently.

In her family life, her husband treated her well and her daughter was obedient and sensible.

In her career, she hardly needed to get involved anymore, as many things were already handled in an orderly manner.

It was precisely because of this that she often felt her life was boring and meaningless, having lost her purpose.

Joining Yueji could be said to have rekindled the fire in Qin Jiamu's heart that had not yet gone out.

Not only was it a professional fit that could satisfy her regret of being unable to expend her energy,

she was also fortunately able to have a like-minded friend as her partner.

There was no reason not to invest.

The cooperation was basically settled, and Sheng Mumu was also in a very good mood.

In the afternoon when she came to the flower shop, she immediately dived into the storeroom, busy taking stock of the packaging materials and calling suppliers to have them send over some new packaging materials to prepare for the young customer base they would soon be facing.

While busy, she suddenly heard the sound of shattering glass from outside.

The sound was very close, and her heart sank sharply.

She immediately put down what was in her hands and walked outside.

Her footsteps gradually quickened.

Out of the storeroom, she saw several shop assistants with panic-stricken faces, all looking in the same direction.

Following their gaze, Sheng Mumu suddenly froze on the spot.

In front of her was a mess.

There was a huge gaping hole in the glass outer wall of the flower shop.

Shattered glass was scattered all over the floor.

Flower pots were overturned, soil and foliage tangled together.

And the perpetrator of all this - Sheng Lei, was holding a stainless steel folding stool, madly pounding the glass wall.

After a few more loud shattering sounds, Sheng Lei swung the stool out as if venting his anger.

Panting, he looked around, and his eyes met Sheng Mumu's.

His eyes suddenly narrowed.

He had found his target. His chest heaved faster as he pointed at Sheng Mumu and shouted:

"All my money is gone, are you satisfied?"

"I have nothing left now, I can only go back to my hometown, are you happy!"

"It's all because of you, you broom star." He walked into the flower shop, grabbed a chair off the ground, and approached Sheng Mumu, "I'm going to teach you a good lesson on behalf of my dead parents, you unfilial daughter!"

It all happened too fast for Sheng Mumu to react.

There was chaos all around.

Beside her were the shop assistants shouting loudly for help.

There was the smell of earth in the air.

Before her, Sheng Lei was about to smash down the chair he held high.

In that flash, a figure rushed towards Sheng Lei quickly.

Cheng Zhuo reached out and grabbed the chair leg.

He gritted his teeth and pushed hard.

He held back the already crazed Sheng Lei, forcing Sheng Lei back with his strength.

Almost at the same time.

Several burly men rushed in and instantly pinned Sheng Lei to the ground, his face pressed tightly against the floor.

Sheng Mumu's eyes widened in shock, feeling as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

If it had been just a little later, just a tiny bit later.

The chair would have smashed down.

The bodyguards held Sheng Lei on the ground and rained blows on him, fists falling like rain.

Sheng Lei had completely lost his mind, cursing incessantly:

"You're just a money losing bastard!"

"What have you done for the Sheng family after dad and mom raised you to adulthood?"

Seeing this, the bodyguards randomly grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and stuffed it in his mouth.

The curses gradually weakened but did not stop. "Sister Sheng, are you okay?"

Cheng Zhuo's voice brought Sheng Mumu back to her senses.

She nodded blankly.

"I'm fine."

Her gaze dropped down and suddenly tightened as she caught sight of Cheng Zhuo's hand stabbed into the splinters on the wooden chair.

"Your hand!"

Cheng Zhuo hid his hand behind his back, acting as if it was no big deal, and slowly said: "It's nothing."

"You say it's nothing when it's bleeding." Sheng Mumu frowned.

She quickly found a first aid kit and bandaged Cheng Zhuo's wound.

A few minutes later, the police arrived at the scene.

Sheng Mumu and Cheng Zhuo went with the police to the police station to assist in understanding the situation.

While recounting to the police, Sheng Mumu's thoughts were very chaotic the whole time. It took her several rings to hear her cell phone ringing in her pocket.

Qi Mo got the news from the bodyguards and called her at the first opportunity.

Although the bodyguards had repeatedly assured him that Madam was not hurt at all.

He still interrupted his work to call her.

He had to hear it with his own ears before he could feel at ease.

Halfway through the call, beeping sounds came from the earpiece as a new call came in.

"I'm really fine. Thanks to the bodyguards you sent, and Cheng Zhuo, just now. I didn't even break my skin. Wait, there's an incoming call." Sheng Mumu held the phone away to take a look. "It's Qi Shaobai. I'll hang up first and talk to you when you get back."

Qi Mo still wanted to say something, but the earpiece was already filled with the busy tone.

This was the first time the aloof, formidable man had encountered having the phone hung up on him.

A trace of anomalies flashed through his dark pupils.

But he was very clear that the inexplicable emotions roiling in his heart now were not anger.

The call switched to Qi Shaobai's line.

Before Sheng Mumu could speak, the teenager on the other end couldn't wait to ask:

"Was it your brother again? Damn is he sick or something."

Dad wasn't in Beijing, so Qi Shaobai felt he should fulfill the duties of the only man in the house.

He continued to ask:

"Is he still at the police station? Let me ask the head teacher for leave and come over."

Sheng Mumu felt somewhat warmed but also helpless, and gently spoke as if coaxing a child:

"No need, I'm completely fine, you should go to class."

She really felt it was no big deal.

At most, she was startled by the sudden situation, but had already calmed down.

Now her mind was full of how to clean up the mess at the flower shop.

That had always been her personality.

Unwilling to dwell too much on things that had already happened.

Rather than sinking deep into negative emotions, she preferred to consider solutions to the problem as soon as possible.

Maximizing the reduction of losses.

Today Sheng Lei had come to make trouble, perhaps this bad thing could be turned into something good.

Just this morning she had been considering whether to expand the scale of the shop and renovate when establishing the flower shop's sub-brand.

Now, the problem was solved.

Out with the old, in with the new.

Sheng Lei had directly made the decision for her.

Hearing her tone calm and composed, not at all like someone who had just gone through danger, Qi Shaobai couldn't help feeling puzzled.

"How come you sound like you're in a pretty good mood?"

Sheng Mumu smiled, "Of course I'm happy. Someone else paid for the shop renovation. Wouldn't you be happy if you were me?"

Qi Shaobai was stunned for a moment before squeezing out: "...Huh?"