Chapter 28: Don’t Make Me Remember Happy Things
Hearing this, Mu Yi stopped her left foot mid-step and slowly turned around. She saw a young woman in a black suit and sunglasses walking toward her.
Mu Yi never spent money on luxury goods herself, but since she wrote novels, she had enough knowledge in her head.
With just one look, she could tell the woman was wearing designer brands from head to toe. The whole outfit probably cost tens of thousands.
Someone from the upper class, like Gu Zhiren, born with a silver spoon.
The kind of person who had nothing to do with her.
Mu Yi turned around calmly. She didn’t walk closer on purpose, just stood there quietly and looked at the woman. Then she saw the woman take off her sunglasses.
“Excuse me, I’d like to ask, are you a resident in this building? Do you know a man named Mu Yi?”
Not wanting to waste time, Shen Muxue asked directly.
“Huh?”
Mu Yi was startled by the sudden question and let out a small sound.
“Looks like you at least know who Mu Yi is.”
As she spoke, Shen Muxue smiled lightly and stopped about five steps away. Then, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone, she turned her head slightly.
“I don’t know what he’s been doing all day. He won’t answer calls, so I had to come here myself.”
Hearing this, Mu Yi smiled and walked down the stairs more actively.
“You’re looking for Mu Yi? But, miss, before asking about someone, shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?”
She could feel the woman’s impatience, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to know who this person was. Judging from her tone…
Really…
“I’m Mu Yi’s older sister. We’re from a remarried family, so we have different last names. Here’s my business card.”
After speaking, Shen Muxue handed a business card to the white-haired girl.
Older sister?
Mu Yi froze for a moment. Only when the card was in front of her did she come back to her senses and look down at it.
On it, it said: General Manager of William Hotel, Shen Muxue.
There were also some English words she couldn’t understand, and Shen Muxue’s contact information.
She read it word by word, but all she felt was unfamiliarity.
She had no real feeling about any of this.
But the next moment, her eyelids trembled slightly as she remembered something her mother once mentioned when she left her.
It seemed her mother was going to remarry a businessman… someone who ran a hotel.
Mu Yi pressed her lips together slightly, then forced a “sudden realization” smile.
“Oh~ so you’re Mu Yi’s sister. But he went out this morning, and I don’t know when he’ll be back. You might have to wait a long time.”
She took the card, nodded, then looked up at Shen Muxue again. A greedy look appeared in her eyes as she tapped the air lightly with the card between her fingers.
“But if you give me 500 yuan, I can pass messages between you two!”
“Heh… fair enough.”
Shen Muxue gave a cold laugh and casually took out five 100-yuan bills from her wallet.
But she didn’t hand them over right away. Instead, she looked at Mu Yi sharply and warned,
“If you take the money, you do the job. You understand that, right?”
“Of course, of course!”
“Good. When he comes back, tell him this, his mother is still lying in the hospital. Late-stage cancer. Right now, she just wants to hear his voice.”
Only then did Shen Muxue hand the money to Mu Yi.
“Tell him, if he still considers Tang Ruomei his mother, he should call back.”
After saying that, Shen Muxue didn’t waste another second. She put on her sunglasses and turned to leave.
“Okay, I understand!”
Watching her back, Mu Yi called out loudly in response, tightening her grip on the card and the money.
She could clearly hear how loud her own heartbeat was.
But she didn’t care at all. She held the cash up with both hands, pulled it slightly, flicked it once with her left hand, then folded it and put it together with the business card into her black shoulder bag.
Mu Yi had a bright smile on her face.
Her little savings had grown again. That meant she could relax more in the future.
By chance, she glanced at the comic book. A strange feeling appeared in her eyes, something even she couldn’t clearly describe. Her lips parted slightly.
She reached out, took the book, calmly opened it, and walked upstairs.
She wasn’t worried that someone would suddenly appear and judge her for the comic in her hands. The only thing she worried about was accidentally tripping and hitting the wall.
So she still paid some attention to where she was going.
But as she read, her mind slowly drifted away, returning to a distant past.
Her mother, Tang Ruomei, was a famous musician who had won many awards. Her trophies and medals could barely fit into three cabinets. She was well-known even internationally.
Her life’s wish was to train the next Beethoven.
From the moment Mu Yi was born, her parents placed high hopes on her. Everything she came into contact with was related to the piano.
Fortunately, she really did have talent in music. Even before she could speak, she could hum a tune perfectly after hearing it just once.
Even without knowing how to read music, when she randomly pressed piano keys, she could still create a good melody.
Her mother’s friends, those outstanding musicians, all had high expectations for her.
They even said she was born to become a pianist.
Mu Yi still remembered her fifth birthday, when her mother gave her a small piano.
“My son, one day you will become the center of the world!”
“You will stand on the biggest stage, receive everyone’s praise, hear the loudest applause, and show your talent in front of the world!”
“You will be the greatest masterpiece of my life!”
Back then, she was innocent and didn’t understand much. She smiled foolishly, nodded, and promised to become the person her mother wanted. Then she blew out the candles on the cake.
For a moment, Mu Yi almost wanted to go back to that moment.
And then grab that cake and smash it into that child’s face, break the small piano her mother gave her, and walk away while the child cried.
Her front door was right in front of her.
Mu Yi stopped walking. Her face looked indifferent, as if she didn’t care about those memories or what Shen Muxue had said.
But the key in her hand just wouldn’t open the door.
She tried for quite a while.
Only then did she realize, what she was holding wasn’t a key, but Shen Muxue’s business card.
“…Huh.”
Wasn’t it said that spies could open doors with a card? Or even with a hairpin?
She shrugged slightly, finding it a bit funny. Then she searched for the real key, opened the wooden door, walked inside, and closed it behind her with her back against it.
Thinking back to earlier, she picked up Shen Muxue’s business card and lowered her gaze.
Late-stage cancer?
After so many years, she had never contacted her, and her mother had never contacted her either.
So why not just act like she never had this son?
As if she had suddenly thought of something happy, Mu Yi smiled, shook her head, walked to the sofa, and sat down heavily.
The pain from her injury made her frown. She swallowed.
After hesitating for a while,
Mu Yi looked at the time on her phone. After waiting about ten minutes, she took a deep breath and finally dialed the number on Shen Muxue’s card.
“Hello… this is Mu Yi.”