Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

The two, dressed neatly, left the bedroom. Qinling's mother, Liu Lanhua, heard the noise and was about to say something—

"Xiaoling, why have you been sleeping in the house for so long..."

Before she could finish speaking, a man emerged from behind her daughter. Upon closer inspection, she froze.

"Xiao Zhong? You... what are you doing in the house?"

With a calm smile on his face, Zhong Yuemin stepped forward and spoke in a serious tone:

"Auntie, I picked up Qinling from the airport today. I just got home and was helping her unpack her luggage. The suitcase is quite heavy, and some things need to be put away."

Liu Lanhua's gaze passed over him and fell on her daughter, Xiaoling, who was hiding behind him. Xiaoling's face was flushed, her eyes were darting around, and she had a shy, girlish look in her eyes. Her hair was also a little messy.

How could a mother not understand her daughter's thoughts?

Besides, I've been there myself.

Packing your bags? Who are you kidding?

However, she was already fully aware of the situation between her daughter and Yuemin.

Over the years, Qinling has been working hard in Hong Kong Island, always alone. She has introduced countless potential partners to her, all kinds of men—good in terms of conditions and character.

But her daughter didn't like any of them.

Her heart was probably already set on this man surnamed Zhong.

She wasn't without resentment. Her daughter was beautiful and capable; what kind of man couldn't she find? Why did she have to get entangled with a married man?

Even though they did them a great favor and they owed them a huge debt, there's no need to jeopardize their happiness for the rest of their lives...

She tried to persuade him, and even said some harsh words, but it was no use.

Over the years, my heart has grown indifferent. Let her be, as long as I'm happy.

Liu Lanhua showed no unusual expression, only saying calmly:

"Xiaoling, why are you looking down? Let your mother see you. You didn't even tell me you were coming back."

Qin Ling then raised her head, took a few steps forward, came to her mother, took her arm, and said with a hint of coquetry:

"Mom, I just wanted to give you a surprise."

"Surprise? Or shock?" Liu Lanhua was about to say something when a deep, steady male voice came from behind her:

"Lanhua, is this your daughter?"

Qin Ling then noticed that there was another person standing behind his mother—a middle-aged man.

Dressed in suit pants and a dark suit jacket, with a square face and a dignified air between his brows, he looked like some kind of leader.

She was caught red-handed by her mother and was so flustered that she didn't even notice there were other people around.

She looked at her mother with some surprise and asked, "Mom, who is this...?"

A hint of unease flashed across Liu Lanhua's face, but she quickly regained her composure:

"Xiaoling, let me introduce you. This is your Uncle Wang. He used to work in a government agency, but he's retired now."

She then turned to the middle-aged man: "Old Wang, this is my daughter, Qinling."

Qin Ling snapped out of his daze and quickly nodded in greeting, "Uncle Wang...hello."

"Hey, Xiaoling, hello Xiaoling."

Uncle Wang smiled broadly, reached into his pocket, and then looked somewhat annoyed.

"Oh dear, I didn't know you were coming back today, and I didn't prepare a gift for you..."

He rummaged in his pocket, pulled out a red envelope, and handed it over:

"This is a red envelope I received as a return gift from the banquet I attended today. I'm just passing on this as a small token of my appreciation from Uncle Wang. Please take it."

"This... I can't accept this," Qin Ling quickly declined.

“Xiao Ling,” Liu Lanhua said from the side, “you should take what your Uncle Wang gave you.”

Qin Ling paused for a moment, glanced at his mother, and then accepted the red envelope:

"Well... thank you, Uncle Wang."