Chapter 939 - 937: It is not an easy thing to be able to survive under the hands of these people.

“Why are you suddenly asking this question? Haven’t I given you photos of your parents before? Haven’t you ever looked at them?”

Xiao Mi looked at Wen Xin and gently shook her head, “I haven’t looked at them because I feel that since they are no longer here, there’s no need for me to face the photos and reminisce.”

“But now I am suddenly very curious, I want to know what kind of mother could give birth to such a beautiful and outstanding girl like you.”

Listening to Xiao Mi’s indirect compliment, Wen Xin smiled softly. She found Xiao Mi really interesting—she didn’t know when she had learned to compliment people in this way.

“Mom doesn’t look like me at all; rather, you resemble mom more… Mom wasn’t a gentle woman, her experiences were quite vast. Once everything is settled, and we have time to sit down, we can let our foster father tell us about mom. He knows a lot more about her.”

If it weren’t for Xiao Mi suddenly asking about their mother, Wen Xin wouldn’t have realized that they knew so little about their mother.

“If you can’t wait, when we go back to Grandfather’s house in a few days, you’ll be able to see the photos of mom that Grandfather kept, and we can sit down and listen to grandfather talk about the things mom did.”

Wen Xin looked at Xiao Mi with a gentle gaze, suddenly feeling a wave of sourness in her heart—she didn’t know why, but she felt somewhat guilty towards Xiao Mi.

After hearing Wen Xin’s words, Xiao Mi suddenly reached out to embrace Wen Xin, resting her head on Wen Xin’s shoulder.

“I don’t know why, but the longer I stay by your side, the more I inevitably want to be close to you. I feel that being your relative in this world is the happiest thing for me.”

Wen Xin gently patted Xiao Mi’s back, her beautiful eyes slightly squinted. She gently pinched Xiao Mi’s earlobe and noticed that a piece of Xiao Mi’s earlobe was missing…

“What happened to this ear? Who did this?” Wen Xin could tell that the scar on Xiao Mi’s earlobe wasn’t from childhood; it looked fairly recent.

Upon hearing Wen Xin’s question, Xiao Mi raised her hand to touch her earlobe, “This injury was because I underestimated my opponent. Luckily, I reacted quickly, otherwise, it would not be just a piece of the ear missing, she could have lost her life.”

“It was when the Old Fox was on a sea outing and encountered pirates. I got this injury while protecting him…”

“If I had known that my parents were killed by his hands, I would definitely have handed him over to the pirates without giving him any chance to escape.”

After hearing Xiao Mi’s words, Wen Xin smiled faintly, her voice calm, “It seems he really owes us quite a bit!”

Just then, Mu Chengxi opened the driver’s door, got into the car, and looked at the two, “Give me an address.”

Upon hearing Mu Chengxi’s reminder, Xiao Mi immediately sent the address to Mu Chengxi. Just as Mu Chengxi was about to start the car, he thought of something and looked at Xiao Mi through the rearview mirror.

“I suddenly forgot something. Xiao Mi, you came here by car, right? Are you just going to leave with us and leave your car here?”

Xiao Mi also suddenly remembered that she had driven there. She somewhat embarrassedly stuck out her tongue at Wen Xin, “Well…in that case, I’ll go drive my car, and you guys can follow behind me…”

Xiao Mi moved very quickly; before Wen Xin could say anything, she had jumped out of the car and ran toward where her car was parked.

Once Xiao Mi had left the car, Mu Chengxi looked at the woman sitting in the back seat, his gaze tender, “Tomorrow, the Jiang family’s military factory will be able to declare bankruptcy, and the Jiang family will be directly removed from Beijing…”

Although the current state of the Jiang family was dilapidated, being able to deal with the Jiang family was still something to be happy about.

Xiao Mi’s car stopped outside a small manor, Wen Xin looked at the manor with a faint smile on her lips—a smile that Mu Chengxi caught.

“What is it? You seem quite familiar with this small manor?”

“Yes, I am quite familiar with it. This small manor was where my master lived before he passed away, but after master died, his wife sold the manor and moved with her sons to settle in Sanya…”

Unexpectedly, there was such a coincidence. Mu Chengxi got out of the car, opened the car door for Wen Xin, and held her hand as she stepped out,

“If you still want this manor, I can…”

“No need. I knew when the master’s wife sold the manor, and I could have bought it, but I didn’t make a move. They could have directly asked me for money, but instead, they chose to use this plan… ”

“Ultimately, I was very angry, and it was then that I realized, after the master was gone, there was no longer any affection between us, and from that time on, I had nothing to do with them anymore.”

Xiao Mi looked at the beautiful scene from a distance, momentarily unable to speak, but it wasn’t long before someone came out, breaking the calm.

“President Mi, why have you come all of a sudden? Who is the person you’re carrying? How has he offended you?”

Just then, a man suddenly ran out from the villa, looking very excited, his voice particularly loud.

Xiao Mi hadn’t expected the beautiful scene she was reluctant to interrupt to be disturbed by this blunderer—it really was a shame.

However, Xiao Mi didn’t mind. She looked at the man, instantly taking on an authoritative demeanor that suited her current status.

Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi approached and stood next to Xiao Mi, Wen Xin placing a hand on Xiao Mi’s shoulder, looking at the man standing opposite Xiao Mi, her eyebrows slightly raised.

“What did you just call her?”

“President Mi…” The questioned man was somewhat at a loss, feeling an inexplicable pressure from the beautiful woman before him; despite her doing nothing, she was somewhat intimidating.

“President Mi, this is…” Eventually, the man couldn’t bear Wen Xin’s pressure and turned to Xiao Mi for help, hoping she could save him.

“She is my sister, here to ask about Geng Qiu. Is Geng Qiu still alive?”

Listening to Xiao Mi’s blunt words, Wen Xin’s eyelids involuntarily twitched—this “still alive,” how it sounded, wasn’t anything good.

But turning back to think of Xiao Mi’s identity, and looking at these people, she felt that Xiao Mi’s questions weren’t too bad; surviving in the hands of these people wasn’t easy at all.