"Auntie Qiao." Mu Ling jumped into her arms as if a drowning person had grabbed driftwood.
Mu Rongxuan symbolically thanked her, but his expression was somewhat unimpressed.
He felt that this matter was just a child being naughty, and even without Qiao Jingjia, he could completely solve it. Of course, it would be more appropriate and convenient for Qiao Jingjia to step in.
Mu Rongxuan thought in his heart: Su Zi died, and now Qiao Jingjia is so eager to please the Mu family, she is trying to turn over as the main wife.
...
After placating Mu Ling, Qiao Jingjia followed Mu Zenin upstairs to her room.
The room was still the same.
Su Zi's photo was placed on the dressing table, her smile light, her eyes confident and determined.
Qiao Jingjia looked at the photo in silence.
Mu Zenin pulled open the drawer and flipped out a few USB flash drives and handed them to her, "It's all here."
"Thanks." Qiao Jingjia came back to her senses and busily received them in her hands.
She took out her laptop from her own bag and connected the USB flash drives, furrowing her brows to check the contents.
Mu Zenin asked her, "What exactly have you been looking for these past few days?"
"Well, some information from work ...," Qiao Jingjia didn't find anything useful and was a little disappointed, unplugging the flash drive and returning it to Mu Zenin.
"Is there nothing on the flash drive either?" Mu Zenin put the USB flash drive back, "She is usually accustomed to using a laptop, the information is transmitted by email, the USB flash drive is rarely used."
"There's something wrong with the computer." Qiao Jingjia stared and thought, asking him, "Zenin, has anyone else touched Sister Su's computer besides you?"
Mu Zenin frowned, "No, why do you ask? Is there something important in the computer?"
"No ...," Qiao Jingjia forced a smile and casually replied, "It's just that the colleague over at the archive department wants to file it, and I'm worried that I might have missed something."
Mu Zenin then didn't ask any more questions.
Qiao Jingjia packed up some of Su Zi's used old document bags and prepared to return to the Procuratorate.
Mu Zenin escorted her away, and the two of them happened to run into Murong Cheng and Mu Zi and Bai Wei, who were returning, at the entrance.
Witnessing her husband and another woman in pairs, Mu Zi felt spicy and immediately lowered her head.
However, someone refused to let her go.
Murong Cheng leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Sister-in-law just died a few days ago, and Third Brother is accompanied by a confidante, do you think Third Sister-in-law would be so furious that she'd jump up from the ground if she knew?"
Mu Zi stared at him without any good humor, "Third Sister-in-law was drowned, if she wants to jump, she should also jump up from the water."
She remembered that she had soaked herself in the river water, in the end, her heart was not easy to get even, and she intentionally raised her voice slightly, "It's been so long and we haven't found third sister-in-law, and we can't put her in the ground, third sister-in-law is really pitiful!"
Mu Zenin's face instantly paled.
Qiao Jingjia, who was beside him, didn't look too good either.
"It's not that we didn't find it, but we didn't have time to find it. Third brother is busy when he has to save the Mu Group." Murong undertook to speak. There was some harsh taunting in his tone, and his smile was even more evil.
He was satisfied with Mu Zi's reaction.
When Mu Zi saw Mu Zenin, she was not heartbroken, she was not grieving, the only thing she had was full of dislike, this, made Murong Cheng very pleasant.
Bai Wei furrowed her brows, feeling that it was disrespectful to the deceased for her children to talk like this.
She quietly recited, "Bodhisattva blessings, gods and ghosts are not to be blamed." Then she urged Murong Cheng and Mu Zi, "Hurry back."
Waiting for these three to leave, Qiao Jingjia held Mu Zenin's hand and said soothingly, "Zenin, don't blame yourself, the Qingjiang River has a strong current and there are many undercurrents under the river, it's hard to know where the body was swept away to at all, you've already tried your best, Sister Su won't blame you in heaven."
Mu Zenin stood stiffly, lost in thought and muttered, "She really won't blame me? When ... we got married, I swore that I would take good care of her, but now, I can't even let her into the ground, Jingjia, I ... I really regret it ... "