Chapter 457 Dad will make the decision for you from now on
Chapter 457 Dad will make the decision for you from now on
Mrs. Mu burst into tears when she saw Mu Mu.
I had been suppressing my emotions just now, feeling embarrassed to cry in front of Mrs. An and Xu Xinci, but now that I saw Mu Zheng and Mu Mu, I couldn't control my tears at all.
She hugged Mumu tightly and cried uncontrollably:
"My dear..."
Mu Futing just held onto the armrests of the chair, obviously trying hard to control his emotions.
Mu Zheng stood there, not daring to speak.
She used to be heartless and lived a willful and selfish life, but now she suddenly realized how much her parents loved and tolerated her.
I feel very guilty that I am making my parents worry and sad at my age.
Mu Mu was held by her grandmother, her little body was stiff but she didn't struggle.
She stared at her mother blankly, completely confused about what was happening before her eyes.
"This is grandma, mom's mom." Mu Zheng squatted down, touched Mu Mu's head and said.
Hearing this, Mrs. Mu hugged Mu Zheng again.
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"Where's that bastard?"
"What about that family of beasts?"
Mrs. Mu was usually a graceful and dignified person, but at this moment she was so angry that her face shape changed and her voice was fierce.
Mu Futing sighed:
"Stop crying, you're scaring the child."
They had already learned about Mu Mu's situation from Xu Xinci and were feeling very heavy-hearted.
Xu Xinci and Old Lady An went out on the pretext of something, leaving the main hall to their family.
The family sat down and Mu Zheng told her parents the information she had just learned.
Mrs. Mu wiped away her tears and said bitterly:
"When your father and I went there to look for you, you were living in the old house in Qinxiang's village. It was a wooden house that was over a hundred years old, and it was tattered and leaky everywhere."
"You spent your confinement in that kind of place. The food wasn't good, there was no hot water, and you couldn't even recognize me and your dad. You grabbed us and asked for the child."
Thinking of the suffering her precious daughter had endured, Mrs. Mu couldn't stop crying.
"The treasure I held in my hands was kept there like an animal by them. When I saw you like that, I fainted."
"It's all my fault for being useless. If I hadn't fainted, your dad might have found a way to bring Mu Mu back."
Mrs. Mu hugged Mu Mu in her arms again, tears streaming down her face with heartache.
Mu Mu stared at her crying blankly, then reached out her little hand to touch her face.
She seemed very curious about the tears and stared blankly at her fingers that were wet with her grandmother's tears.
Mu Zheng didn't notice anything unusual about her daughter. Although she had no memory, she felt even more hatred in her heart.
"I can't take her away. The old lady of the Qin family is deliberately holding Mu Mu hostage, fearing that I will use the child to pester Qin Xiuyun."
Mu Futing pounded the armrest in anger:
"If I had known they were abusing the child, I would have taken the child back no matter what."
As he said this, he sighed again and looked at Mu Mu with eyes full of guilt.
To be honest, Mu Futing really didn't have the energy to take care of the children at that time.
His wife and daughter were sick and crazy, and he was too busy to take care of the children.
Moreover, Mu Futing hated the Qin family at that time. After all, the child belonged to the Qin family. Since the Qin family would not give it to him, he naturally would not ask for it.
I just wanted to take Mu Zheng out of the sea of suffering, let her forget everything and start over.
Who could have known that the Qin family would abuse their children?
That's Qin Xiuyun's own flesh and blood. What kind of family is this that even abuses their own flesh and blood?
Mu Zheng then persuaded her parents:
"It's okay, don't be sad. Since Mumu has returned to me, I have no intention of giving it back to them."
Mu Futing said in a deep voice:
"I definitely won't return it. Dad will take care of it for you from now on."
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